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flemingology · 1 month ago

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soft alexia where she always looks for reader after a home game and runs to the stands or dedicates goals to her 🫠🥲🥺

siempre para ti ─ alexia putellas x reader

in which: alexia scores the winner in el clasico. for you.

warnings: none

wc: 1.3k

a/n: 2 posts in 2 days? who am i

Game days. Your worst favourite days. You loved going to watch your girlfriend do what she loves, really, but the nerves that came along with that weren’t as welcomed. Especially with El Clasico.

Alexia went through the motions, as she always did on game days. Had her usual breakfast, did some pre-pre-activation in your home gym and listened to the same 4 songs on repeat like she always did on matchdays. You could cite them all word for word now, but you wouldn’t dare complain and mess up her little routines.

She left you 4 hours before kick-off, a couple lingering kisses that would’ve lead to more if she didn’t have a 90-minute football game to go play, not without your promise that you’d be there and cheer for her if she scored. Alexia knew you’d be there and she knew you’d cheer the loudest of them all if she managed to get the ball in the back of the net, but who minds a little reassurance?

You made your way to the stadium well before the game started, not wanting to get caught in Barcelona’s rush hour traffic. You found your spot in the friends & family box, greeting Eli and Alba with a kiss on the cheek before settling in and glancing over at the Barça team who were already doing their warm-ups.

Alexia scanned the crowd when they were called inside, her gaze lighting up once her eyes found yours. You shot her a wave and an encouraging smile, which she reciprocated quickly – not without having to endure some teasing from Vicky.

The Spanish midfielder would never get used to seeing you in the stands. You probably hadn’t missed a home game yet in the past 4 years of dating each other, but she still felt fuzzy and warm inside when she saw the woman she loved most sitting in the stands of the football club she loved most. You were there for her, to watch her, in her shirt to cheer for her and she wanted to perform for you.

And that’s what she did. Barça took the game by the scruff of its neck, completely dominating and controlling the game from kick-off onwards. Chance after chance, shot after shot, the girls in blaugrana were all over their opponents. Aitana and Caro both had a big chance, but neither could convert. Much to your surprise and the team’s dismay, the 0-0 was still on the board when the referee blew the whistle for half-time.

They’d had the chances to be in front, but they hadn’t been clinical enough. This time, Alexia didn’t search for your eyes before she went into the tunnel, her professional demeanour never wavering a second once she was in game-mode. You hoped she wouldn’t be scolding herself too much over the promising free-kick she wasted.

The teams came back out 15 minutes later, and you finished up chatting to Alba as the game started again. More of the same, as expected, as Barça once again took control of the game. They were playing good football, passing the ball around, making runs in the channels and creating chances, but it felt like they couldn’t cross that final hurdle. Ingrid almost scored from a corner and they were claims for a penalty after a harsh tackle on Ewa, but nothing given.

It wasn’t until stoppage time that they had their best chance of the game. Some combinations at the back to play out of Madrid’s press, Patri was now rushing forward with the ball in midfield. She scanned the pitch, looking for options to lay the ball off to, sending it outside for Caro to chase. She got there first, beat her defender with a simple step over and sent a cross into the box.

It felt like slow motion, really. The final minutes ticking down on the clock, the ball sailing in the air, bodies pushing one another in the penalty area, until someone fell and they were shouts for a foul. You couldn’t make out who it was, who had fallen, but what you did make out was the whistle and the outstretched arm from the referee. Penalty.

Situations in football didn’t get much more pressure-loaded than this. A 93rd minute game-winning penalty in El Clasico. Your heart hammered against your chest, so you could only imagine how the players were feeling on the pitch. You’d been too caught up in a conversation with Eli to see Alexia had stepped up. She was stood near the ball, hands on her hips as she tried to calm her erratic breathing from having ran around the past 45 minutes.

The whistle sounded and Alexia took another couple deep breaths before beginning her run-up. A couple steps back. One to the side. Another deep breath. Short little steps to begin her run-up. A little pause. And then; the back of the net.

The stadium erupted, you cheered and jumped up and down to celebrate what would surely be the winning goal of the game. Alexia took off towards the corner flag to celebrate with the fans, her teammates soon barrelling in and tackling her down to the ground. You hugged Eli and Alba, the remnants of what had been a nerve-wracking game slowly washing away.

Alexia stood back up after a couple moments and her eyes scanned the friends and family box, looking for you. Your gazes locked and a toothy grin formed on her face, pointing her finger at the badge on her chest and then at you. She blew a kiss your way before turning back around and jogging over to her side of the pitch, leaving you with a warm feeling in your chest. No matter how many goals Alexia would dedicate to you, you’d never get tired of the fact it was your eyes she looked for after she made the ball hit the back of the net. It was you she blew a kiss, you she broke her stern captain bravado for.

It was much later when Alexia finally emerged from the changing room and into the friends and family area, surrounded by teammates and their speaker still playing loud music – clearly all very happy with the derby win. She was dressed in a pair of black trousers and a dark green shirt, clearly planning on celebrating the win. You could hear plans were made for a night out from where you were standing a little away from the group of players, as Alexia silently snuck away and walked over to you.

Your face lit up with a smile as the Barçelona captain come up to you with damp, disheveled hair, eyes tired with the exhaustion from running around for 90 minutes. “Hola, winner,” you teased, the brunette engulfing you in a tight hug. “Nice goal, hmm,” you said, lifting your shoulder a little so she would pull back. “Para ti,” Alexia whispered, her forehead resting against yours. “Siempre para ti.” Alexia accentuated her words with a soft kiss against your lips, pouring all her love for you in the short couple seconds of intimacy.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the soft moment, clutching onto the back of her shirt tightly before she’d inevitably be pulled away by her teammates to get their night out going. Alexia’s arms circled around your waist in that ever familiar way, and even though you were here in a friends and family box in a stadium an hour and a half away from where you lived, Alexia’s embrace felt like home.

#woso #woso community #woso imagine #woso x reader #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #barca femení #barca femeni #barcelona femeni

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kamotecue · 1 year ago

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the transfer ✯ a. bonmati

pairing: aitana bonmati x reader

summary: the spanish defender tried to get you out of her mind, but she couldn’t. little did she know, she would see you sooner than she thought.

part two of here

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you didn’t know how to feel about the transfer, it was a shocking move that no one expected. yet here you were on a plane to spain, more specifically barcelona to sign a two year contract with the team.

but thankfully, the team had hired someone to drop you off at the training grounds where you’ll sign the contract. after that, you’ll have the whole day to yourself.

as you arrived at the training grounds, you took a deep breath.

“nervous, ms. l/n?” the driver had asked as you chuckled at his words.

“just a little bit.” you timidly said, giving him a soft smile. he hummed at your words, completely understanding it.

“i’m sure you’ll do well, you had a fantastic season at arsenal.” he commented as you gave him a small nod. you had exited the car, and immediately someone had guided you to a room.

you talked about the contract, the essentials like the kits, the clubs sponsors and etc. you had finally signed the contract, posing for a few pictures as they would release it on their official social media page later.

“would you like to meet the team? i heard they are currently training.” a staff had asked, as you politely declined as you had to set up your apartment.

you bid goodbye before swiftly leaving but only to be stopped by a staff.

“what number would you like on your jersey?” she asked, as you gave her a small smile.

“number 17 is still available, is it not? i’d love to have that number.” you said, as she hummed in acknowledgment.

you had already set up the guest bedroom, and the kitchen. the living room was a mess as it had the cardboard boxes from the furniture you had ordered. your room was close to being complete, you just needed the finishing touch.

but the next day, you grabbed a light breakfast before heading to the training grounds. you had two pairs of football boots in your kit bag, followed by shin pads and a fresh pair of clothes. you were clad in the barcelona training kit, and it was quite stunning.

you watched from the corner of your eye as the team did their stretching. you were having a small talk with the physiotherapist about your recent knee injury that you sustained during the world cup, it was the final game against norway.

“muy bien chicas, tenemos un nuevo fichaje. [alright ladies, we have a new signing.]” jonatan, the head coach said as the players had stopped their stretching—a late signing? whispers had broke out, a late signing was always interesting.

“¿vamos? [shall we?]” he commented as you took a deep breath before making your way to the field, aitana’s eyes had widened on realization. while the rest looked a bit curious.

you weren’t from world class national teams like they were. but you were signed to a well known club in london, arsenal was always a talk of the town.

“este es y/n l/n, nuestro nuevo fichaje. y/n, puedes presentarte. [this is y/n l/n, our newest signing. y/n, you can introduce yourself.]” he gave you a small smile, as you softly nodded.

“hola, soy y/n. anteriormente jugé para el arsenal, y juego para el equipo nacional femenino de filipinas. [hello, i’m y/n. i previously played for arsenal, and i play for the philippine national women’s team.]” you fluently said in spanish, as a few players furrowed their eyebrows.

you had locked eyes with aitana as she gave you a soft smile, little did you know—that was the start of a developing relationship.

#aitana bonmati #aitana bonmati imagine #aitana bonmati x reader #espwnt x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot #barca wfc imagine

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scotianostra · 8 months ago

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May 17th is Norwegian Constitution Day or Syttende Mai as its known in Norway.

A wonderful spring holiday celebrated with red, white and blue ribbons, national costumes and waving of the Norwegian flag, the three colours are everywhere in Norway at this time of year.

It’s a day Norwegians all over the world take off to celebrate and marks the historic signing of the Constitution in 1814, the year Norway gained its independence from Sweden, which was fully realized in 1905.

In every city, town and village in Norway, children and adults alike express their cultural pride by marching to the bright music of school bands, celebrating the joy of springtime and honoring of those citizens who created Norway’s constitutional government, founding her independence.

Especially popular is the Children’s Procession that brings every child out in their best clothes or national costume.

In Edinburgh the Norwegian community celebrate Syttende Mai too.

Edinburgh’s celebrations include the Norwegian Scottish Society dinner, after a reception at the Norwegian Consulate’s residence.

Each year Norwegian students in Edinburgh hold a breakfast at Prestonfield House followed by a parade along Waterloo Place and onto Princes Street. At the boom of Edinburgh Castle’s One o’ clock gun, the pigeons fly and the parade begins!

Tonight expats and guests gather at The Royal Scots Club Abercromby Place for a celebration dinner held by the Norwegian Scottish Association. The association was founded in Edinburgh in 1966, and has enjoyed over 50 years of Norwegian-Scottish friendship.

Norwegian Scottish Association roots lie in a much older friendly society, one rooted in the shared experience of Norwegians and Scots during the Second World War. Founded in Dumfries in 1941, the Scottish Norwegian Society brought Scots and Norwegians together in difficult times. Having escaped the German occupation of their homeland in 1940, around a thousand Norwegians had come to be stationed at various times in Dumfries, and it was not long before the idea of a formal society was begun.

Of course our history with Norway goes back centuries, Northern Scotland, was, at one time, a Norse domain and the Northern Isles experienced the most long-lasting Norse influence. Almost half of the people on Shetland today have Viking ancestry, and around 30% of Orkney residents.

Many agree that there are many points of commonality between the Norse character and the Scottish one that leads to a sense of kinship between the two countries, even for those living much further south in Scotland, where Viking influence did not reach. Words like bairn and muckle made their way into Scot’s language via the Norwegians.

I touched upon the links during the second world war earlier and have posted before about the Shetland bus which provided a transport link between the Shetland Islands and occupied Norway. Many Norwegian refugees fled their occupied home with the help of Norwegian sailors who undertook daring, high-risk trips across the North Sea. The whole episode became emblematic of the friendship across the seas.

More recently Edinburgh’s Zoo also has a strong connection to Norway as it is home to a very special resident. Sir Nils Olav III is the mascot and colonel-in-chief of the Norwegian King’s Guard. The king penguin’s rank has been passed down through three generations since 1972. Knighted in 2008, he even received a military promotion in 2016 with the brigadier title bestowed upon him in a special ceremony at the zoo.

The Zoo’s link with Norway originated in 1913 when arctic explorer Roald Amundsen presented a penguin to them on their opening. Once a year the penguin inspects soldiers from Norway’s King’s Guard.

Edinburgh's Syttende mai parade – the 17th May or Norwegian Constitution Day parade traditionally takes place along the capital's main thoroughfare, Princes Street. At the boom of Edinburgh Castle's 'one o' clock gun', the pigeons fly and the parade begins!

Pics are from last ears parade.

#scotland #scottish #history #edinburgh #norway #my pics

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pablitogavii · 2 years ago

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so i have an idea, if u like it it will be really nice to write something about it :))

so, the reader and gavi are on vacation with their friend, at night they are supposed to go out but the reader is hurt/sore because they visited the city and walked a lot, at night she says to gavi that she won’t go out, he tells her that he’ll stay home with her but she tries to convince him to go out, at the end they stay both at home because he is a lil Stubborn and it ends with them cuddling and gavi taking care of her

His Baby

"Ughh!" you said while plopping yourself down on the bed in exhaustion after spending the whole day cruising the city with Pablo and his friends.

"It was beautiful, wasn't it amor??" Pablo sat next to you smiling wide and you nodded your head although your feet had quite a different opinion at the moment.

It was definitely your fault since you choose beauty over comfort yet again and ended up wearing sandals that were definitely not made for walking all day at max speed. You had so many blisters that it hurt just looking at them. Mierda!

The next day, you woke up with Pablo kissing down your spine and sun caressing your face having finally re-charged your battery from last night.

"Breakfast is ready preciosa..we are waiting for you" he smiled kissing you one last time before leaving and you smiled thinking to yourself what a paradise you were living in right now.

Just when you were ready to start your day and get out of bed, the moment your feet hit the carpet the pain and soreness returned..yeah today will have to be a rest day for you.

Luckily the boys wanted to do a boat day which didn't require much movement and you were very happy that Aurora joined the party as well..you started to feel lonely as the only girl.

"And she just won't give it up! My god!" Aurora was telling you about some incident at the bar in Mallorca when Pablo interrupted kissing your back and making you giggle as the cold water hit your hot skin.

"Sorry to interrupt girls, but I just came to tell my girl that tonight we are going out to some new club in town..there will be live music and definitely lots of fun" he said and your initial thought was to smile but then you remembered your feet and the overall pain you felt.

You didn't want to ruin his mood so you decided to tell him when you were alone that you will have to pass on the plans tonight.

When the night fell and y'all returned to the apartment, Pablo went to take a shower dressing himself up before walking into your shared bedroom surprised to see you in your pajamas.

"Amor? Aren't you gonna get ready??" he said and you sighed getting up from the bed and walking up to him.

"My feet are still killing me from last night..those damn sandals ruined me..so I will stay in tonight but you go and have fun with your friends cariño" you said and he immediately shook his head. You knew how stubborn her gets.

"No way! Then I'll stay with you preciosa and they can go." he said about to take his shirt off but you stopped him.

"You wanted to go and you should go Pablo..I'll just watch a movie here and sleep early to rest my feet for tomorrow.." you said but he still took the shirt off following with his shoes.

"Great, you pick the movie and I'll get the popcorn!" he said and you giggled still not wanting him to stay if he wanted to go with his friends.

"Amor, I don't want to ruin your night.." you said and he walked closer to your raising your chin and making you look up at him.

"You think that having the whole apartment for ourselves is ruining my night princesa?? Think again, I can't wait!" he smirked and your rolled your eyes blushing at his playfulness while hitting his shoulder.

"Chico malo!" you say moving his hair from his forehead and he pulls you by your waist making your body glued to his.

"Solo para ti mi amor..." he smirked kissing your lips when Mario knocked before walking in.

"Uhh sorry to interrupt hermano pero you guys coming or?" he said and Pablo smiled down at you looking at his friend.

"Nah we're gonna stay tonight..but you guys have fun!" Pablo said and Mario nodded wishing you the fun night as well (ofc he would lol) before leaving with the rest.

A few hours later when the movie was long time done, you were curled up in Pablo's arms on the sofa while he ran his fingers up and down your back like he knew you loved kissing the top of your head every once in awhile...you couldn't think of a better way to spend your night. Your feet felt relaxed and soreness was slowly diminishing the more you rested.

"Amor, you asleep?" he said and you looked up with sleepy eyes but still wide awake blushing when you saw his adorable smile.

"I just wanted to say that I love you..I love you for coming on this trip with me..and for wanting to go with my friends..and for telling me to go to the club without you..for trusting me..I think I finally found my second half" he spoke and you felt your heart melt with every word that left his lips.

"I love you too cariño...muchisimo..thank you for staying with me" you smile and he leaned down kissing your lips lovingly before carrying you to your shared bedroom bridal style.

"Sempre mi amor..let's get some rest now" he said and you both got closer as you nuzzled your face into his neck taking in his familiar scent before slipping into beautiful sleep.

There will be A LOT more vacation sotries ;)

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #fc barca #fc barcelona #fc barça #gavi #gavigif #gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavira #pablogavixreadersmut

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doudouneverte · 1 year ago

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Next stop... Manchester

a/n: I had to rewrite it but it's okay. Feedback is really appreciated by the way

*Not my PIC*

Pairing: Chloe Kelly x Léon!Reader; Mapi Léon x sister!reader; Ella Toone + Georgia Stanway x Female!Reader (besties)

Summary:

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

words count: 3334

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London - Manchester. Manchester - London. Whatever the direction, it became a usual trip for you during those recent years. Well, dating a Citizen player while you played for Chelsea, and let's not talk about the fact that you played for Spain and her England, meant you had to make compromises sometimes.

You came to the WSL in the 2017-18 season; you played for Everton after some good seasons at Athletico Madrid. There you met Chloe; everything was new for you, so she helped you install yourself in the country. She showed you a lot of places, and you met a lot of people who'd become part of the England squad. At the end of the 19/20 season, you moved from Liverpool to London, where you signed a contract with the Blues.

At Chelsea, everything was good except when you had to play in the Champions League finals against your sister and her team. Unfortunately for the London club, you got injured in the semifinal. Without one of their best defenders in their squad, the Blues lost against FC Barcelona. Except that the other worst moments was when you played against your girlfriend; you know how good she is, and it's really difficult for anyone to defend against her (except McCabe, but she's not really defending).

After three years in the capital's club, you received some interesting offers from different clubs: Bayern, Wolfsburg, Real Madrid, and even Lyon, but you decided to join another club in blue, well, sky blue. But your girlfriend is totally unaware of that, like almost everyone else, because you wanted to surprise her.

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Today was a particular day; the Lionesses should take a flight to Australia the next day, and your girlfriend decided to spend her free time with you. It was still early in the morning when your phone started buzzing next to you. It was disturbing, but you didn't want to wake up yet until the woman next to you groaned.

"Y/n, I swear if you don't tell whoever texted you to shut up, I'll throw your phone through the window." Chloe said with her head pressed harder against the pillow.

"Calmate hermosa; I'll check that." You said before grabbing your phone to see a lot of messages from more people than you expected.

Maps[yesterday]:

¿Vienes a casa para vacaciones?(Are you coming home for vacation?)

Leila[8:30 a.m]:

The girls know

Ella[8:40 a.m]:

Please tell me you don't join the wrong side

Lauren[8:42 a.m]:

are you really coming?

I need to tell Chloe

Niamh[8:43 a.m]:

Sam and Guro are still pouting

Mama P[8:44 a.m]:

Jessie is still crying you need to do something

Mama M[8:44 a.m]:

Don't forget your sunscreen

Mama P[now]:

Magda reminds you to not forget your sunscreen

"Who are they?" The blonde was a little more awake than earlier.

"Just Magda and Pernille...and Niamh and Mapi." You replied before quickly texting, 'don't tell anything to Chloe; it's not official' to Ella and Lauren.

"Okay, now come back to sleep with me." The winger said, but you reluctantly declined the proposition.

"I really want that, but the girls are coming for lunch and I need to cook something," the Mancunian groaned and grabbed her phone.

"It's only 9 a.m."

"Yeah, I know, but I also have to call my sister and make our breakfast." You informed her and kissed her forehead before leaving the bedroom.

Chloe wanted to go back to sleep, but she couldn't without you, so she just checked her notifications and saw a text from Lauren.

Lauren[8:43 a.m]:

I have a big surprise for you

Chloe [8:57 a.m]:

???

Lauren[now]:

I heard someone say that we will pair together for the world cup

Chloe[now]:

Like always🙄

Your girlfriend knew there was something that her friend didn't tell her, but she didn't want to push her. When the winger finally came to the kitchen, she saw you cook with one of her Manchester City training kits. She approached you carefully, wrapped her arms around your waist, and landed her head on your shoulder.

"How can I help you?" She asked you.

"Just sit and look pretty." You commanded.

A few minutes later, Chole was sitting on the kitchen counter scrolling through TikTok while you were cooking. Everything was good until she found a tik-tok talking about the departure of Ona. It was not surprising at first, but the video caught her attention when the person behind it started to speculate about your possible departure to join Barcelona too. Of course, some fans had theories about you coming back to Spain after a lot of years in England.

You were too focused to not burn your breakfast and texted your sister that you hadn't noticed your girlfriend looking at you suspiciously; honestly, some theories started to gain her attention. She knew that last season you denied the offer of a Spanish team that wanted you, justifying it by the fact that you wanted to finish your contract with the Blues, but now what is keeping you in England?

"Babe? What do you think about going to Barcelona?" The winger asked you.

You took a moment to think about it. "Uh, I don't know; we need to schedule for the next season and wait until you come back from Australia, hopefully with a trophy, and I also need to ask Maps if it's good for her to let us stay in her apartment." You explained, totally unaware of the true meaning behind this simple question.

"Oh, okay." There was a little silence; she continued to scroll on her phone until you finished your episode. You turned your eyes off your phone and made your way to the blonde, leaving some kisses on her face, making the English girl giggle. "What are you doing?"

"I'm hungry." You replied.

"But you're cooking."

"Yes, and I finished it, so let's do something together." You finished your sentence with a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck.

"Babe, the girls are coming in 2 hours." She stopped you.

"I know."

"And you just cook the breakfast."

"I think I can do something in a little more than an hour, so let's have a little time for us." You said lifting her from the chair made her yelp and almost let her phone slip.

"Twenty minutes." She whispered firmly, just a few centimeters away from your lips.

"Twenty minutes." You agreed before leading her to the bedroom.

~~~

Twenty minutes later, you were both in the bathroom taking a bath, and she was sitting in front of you with her back against your chest. You were playing with her hands and the water, trying to steal some kisses between her giggles.

"Did you finish packing your things?" You asked, and she hummed to reply. "Are you sure? Did you pack some tissues? Alana said it was really cold there during this period of the year."

"Yes, don't worry. I checked everything twice." She replied, you wanted to say something, but she cut you off. "No, I'll not unpack everything to let you check." She prevented you.

You sighed and landed your head on her shoulder. "I'm just worried, mi corazon. The last time you flew somewhere without me, you almost forgot your passport." You reminded her, and she chuckled.

"Yes, but don't worry, Lauren will not let it happen again." She joked, and you nodded.

"Okay, I love being here with you, but we will have a lot of hungry girls in one hour, and I need to start to cook." You said getting out of the bathtub.

"How can I help you now?" Chloe asked again.

You thought a moment before replying, "Nothing; just stay there and look good for me." You said and gave her a little on her forehead.

"There is someone who's really looking good right now." She replied with a flirtatious tone.

"Pervert!" You shot just before taking your towel and leaving the room.

~~~

An hour later, you were finishing a paella request by almost every girl while you were making conversation with the citizen until someone rang at the door. When Chloe opened the door, she was met with none less than ten girls chatting loudly. You smiled when you heard the noises coming from the living room. You didn't have time to go to the kitchen before hearing two voices enter the room.

"Y/n!!" Georgia called you very excited.

"Why do you always look surprised to see me, knowing I almost live here?" You asked and accepted her hug.

"I missed you." The midfielder said.

"Me too, pequeña soldadera (little warrior)."

"You still use this Spanish nickname?"

"Always." You said with a cocky smile before walking to the other girl in the room. "Hola, I didn't think you would come." You said to Leila, your national teammates, well, not anymore because you were one of 'The 15'.

"Where do you want me to be? I mean, I'll never say no to free food and cooking by the best Spanish cooker in Manchester, no, in England." The older defender said.

"You say it because Ona came back to Barça?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe." She replied, almost questioning herself; you gasped and playfuly slapped her arm.

"Don't worry, Y/n, you're still my favourite Spanish cooker." Georgia said while the three of you were joining the others in the kitchen.

"You say that because you don't have any Spanish teammates in Munich." You replied, and the girls laughed.

In the living room, there were more guests than you planned. There were Ella Toone, Alessia Russo, Maya Le Tissier, Katie Zelem, and Mary Earps, your Manchester's players friends—well, it was no longer valid for Alessia—and there were Chloe's City's teammates: Alana Kennedy, Lauren Hemp, Alex Greenwood, Laila Ouahabi, Laia Alexandri, and Esme Morgan. And some pluses: Keira Walsh and Lucy Bronze were here because they were ex-city players; McKenzie Arnold, who was brought by Alana (you always liked her, so why not); and of course your best friend Georgia Stanway, who brought Leah Williamson to complete their famous trio.

"Now that I see it from here, it's a lot of people." Laila said.

"You even invited some people who don't play for Manchester." Georgia commented, referring to McKenzie and Leah. You and the defender just looked at her before exchanging a confused look.

"A veces me pregunto cómo se hicieron mejores amigos. (Sometimes I'm really wondering how you two became best friends.)" The older woman said to you.

"¿Por qué? técnicamente no es falso. (Why? Technically, it's not false.)" You replied before a body crashed against you. "Wow, calmate Ella." You said laughing a little.

"Please tell me you'll choose the right Manchester." The offensive midfielder whispered to you with a big pout.

"Uh, yes? I mean, yeah, but why do you ask?"

"The girls find an article saying that since Ona made her comeback in Barcelona, you could leave too." Alessia informed you. In the corner of the couch, almost no one noticed, but Chloe tensed when she heard what Alessia said—almost no one because Laia wrapped an arm around the winger to ease her mind.

"Okay, I don't know what you're talking about, but let's eat because it'll get cold." You avoided the question, and that didn't go unnoticed by three players.

After eating in a very good atmosphere, you spent all your time cuddling Chloe and making jokes with Leah and Laila about the fact that you weren't selected for the World Cup. Some girls decided to watch a movie, and you happily agreed. You were in the kitchen making some snacks when you heard someone clearing their throats. Before hearing some footsteps, you turned around to see Ella, Georgia, and Laila exchanging looks.

"Are you alright, girls?" You asked a little confused.

"Y/n, can we talk?" The Red Devil asked a little shyly.

"Yeah, I just need to give this to the girls." You said referring to the plate of snacks in front of you.

"Yes, of course, we will wait." Georgia said you noticed something strange in her tone, but you didn't question it. Only two minutes later, you were back in the room with the three women.

You sat beside Ella in front of Georgia and Laila. "Is there something wrong?" You asked when none of them spoke.

"Y/n, we've known each other for a long time now, don't we?" Ella asked, and you nodded.

You clearly remember the day you met her for the first time and the time you became friends. It was during the season 17/18, you just left Athletico Madrid to try your luck in England at Everton. There you met Chloe for the first time, and it instantly clicked; it was love at first sight. For Tooney, you met her the first time you played against her, when she was playing for the other team in Manchester.

For Georgia, you met her in the street of the city before you saw her again on the pitch, but she was very kind with you, and for someone who had been in a new country for only a few months, you were very grateful. She helped you progress in English, and she even gave you some advice with your girlfriend when she was just your crush.

And for Laila, you met her for the first time while you visited your sister in Spain while she was playing for Barça. When you made your first step on the senior national team, she helped you (with your sister, Jeni, and Alexia, of course) with everything and every question, and you both play as defenders, so you trained together. When she came to Manchester, Mapi made a promise to take care of you, even if it was you who helped her the most when she was still installing.

"Yeah?" You replied, a little unsure of where it would end.

"So can you be honest with us? So about earlier, you know we will not be angry if you leave." Laila reassured you.

"Yeah, I know it's just that everything is complicated, and I don't want to leave Chloe." You said. Talking about her, your girlfriend was about to make her way in the kitchen, but she stopped when she heard her name. She knew it was very bad, but she couldn't help herself.

"Is it Barcelona?" Georgia asked, and you nodded, making the midfielder grumble, "Why do they want you when they already signed Ona?"

"Because we didn't play at the same position." You said. "But they're not the only ones who made offers. There are also Wolfsburg and Paris Saint Germain."

"Why don't you come with me to Bayern?"

"No, if you need to leave, you should come to Manchester City."

"Or you can join me here."

"Okay girls, let's forget about it; they gave me until the end of the month to accept it or not. Now, let's just watch a movie and chill until you have to leave." You stopped their debate. Before you could see her, Chloe quickly came back on the couch beside Lauren, and you sat on her other side.

The rest of the day, your girlfriend seemed preoccupied by something, but she refused to tell you what.

The lunch was very cool; everybody was happy, and the girls didn't split anything. The next day, the girls had to leave, and you had a flight to Spain that you couldn't miss.

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Your holidays were pretty good; you were just enjoying life with your sister, but somewhere you were missing your girlfriend. Because the World Cup was in New Zealand and Australia, you weren't awake at the same time.

On the other side of the world, Chloe was missing you, really missing you. She could handle every time you spent your holiday in Spain with your family, but now it wasn't a holiday for her, and you should be here with your national team. Unfortunately for her, every time she thought she couldn't miss you more, Lauren James, and Niamh were talking about you.

For you, after a week and a half in Spain, you had to fly back to England before going to Australia. You arrived in Australia between two matches of the Lionesses and, more importantly, just two days before the public training.

Knowing you would come to their training session, Lauren Hemp and Ella couldn't stop teasing Chloe about how much she missed you.

At the training, everyone was more focused knowing that it was public. You successfully found a place not so far from the ground as to not be immediately recognized. Chloe nailed it pretty well; she had only one thing on her mind: finish this and quickly come back to the hotel to call you.

When training finished, the citizen stayed behind to talk with fans and take pictures. She was not alone because Georgia and Ella were following her and, most importantly, looking for you. Stopping in front of a group of girls, the three started to do as usual until something caught Georgia's attention.

"Hey, look at that," she said to Ella, holding a Manchester City shirt someone gave her.

"It's the new one." Ella commented, and the Red Devil turned the shirt to find a big surprise. The two midfielders exchanged a confused look before looking at the crowd and finally seeing you.

"No way," Georgia whispered.

"It's a betrayal." You saw Ella mouthing Being too focused on you, they didn't see their teammates coming until the shirt slipped out of the Bayern player's hand.

"Where did you find that?" Chloe asked, but she didn't wait for answers before starting to sign it. It was just after she finished that she decided to look at the back. She paused for a moment. She thought it was a mistake or just a joke until she heard someone speak.

"I hope you like my surprise." You said this after you noticed she was too stunned to speak. Hearing your voice brought the winger back to reality; she looked at you, more surprised and happy than she ever was.

She didn't wait too long before she trapped you in a bone-crushing hug. You stayed like this for a few seconds until she pulled away, immediately closing the gap between you with a lovely kiss.

"I missed you too, mi corazon." You said after you pulled away when oxygen was needed.

"But what are you doing here, and most importantly, what is this?" She asked and showed you the shirt she just signed.

"Let's just say that I have a new team, and I wanted to announce it to you before you see it on the internet." You replied.

"So it's not a joke? We'll really play together next season?" She asked like it was the most unthinkable thing in the world.

"Yes, we will." You confirmed.

"But, Barcelona, and your sister?"

"Well, yeah, I'm really impatient to play with my sister again, but I think it can wait a little longer. And technically, I'm more related to Athletico Madrid than Barça."

"I don't know what to say. It's incredible; I would never believe that this day would come." She cupped your face and pressed her lips against yours just before being interrupted by her teammate.

"Traitor!" Ella yelled, making you laugh.

"Don't worry, I have another one for you." You said before throwing a shirt at her. She made a fake disgusting face, making you laugh again.

"I only keep it because you're my best friend." The United's players informed you.

"Yeah, yeah, but don't forget you also played for them."

"Sorry, I can't hear you." She said with her hands pressing against her ears.

"Okay, now I think you need to go, but don't worry, I'll come stay there to hopefully see you lift the trophy." You said to your girlfriend before giving her a last peck on the lips.

"I already miss you." The blonde striker said.

"I know; now go and win this for us."

"I promise."

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julianalvarez9 · 2 years ago

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birthday boy / julian alvarez

authors note: this is for my little boy 🥹 prob shit ending cause i got distracted and didn't finish it on time and then lost motivation but :( wanted to post something for him

word count: 0.9k

summary: you plan a secret party for his birthday, with help from a few of his teammates (who didn't even knew that it was his birthday, in the first place)

julian and you had been together since your teenage years. you'd been with him through it all, on his good and bad days, but most importantly, when he had to leave argentina to live in manchester, where his new club was situated. moving to england had been hard for him: not only because of the language barrier, the weather and everything he missed from home, but mostly because of his friends and teammates back at river. julián was a very introverted person while getting to know people at first, not really the kind of person to start conversations with someone he doesn't know. he likes to stay back, watch from the sidelines and learn from the others.

though everything had changed since the world cup. being one of the strikers from the national team, an essential piece into the starting lineup once the initial shock of the loss against saudi arabia had passed, and key factor for the obtention of the trophy, he was put onto the spotlight and his talents were appreciated worldwide. still, he remained the same when he came back, only talking when necessary and almost every time, about what happened on the field. and because of that, almost no one at the club knew that today was his birthday.

even though you didn't mind throwing a party only for you two -his family had come with him to england, but due to a few family matters had to go back to argentina sooner than expected-, you knew that days like today only made him more homesick, missing his country and everything that was familiar.

julián had left for training earlier this morning, after eating a special breakfast in bed you had cooked for him, and that's when you started to work on his surprise party. you went to pick up the cake you had previously commissioned and a few party supplies that you were missing, like balloons and number candles that counted 23, to commemorate how many trips around the sun he had completed. you had told a few of his teammates to come by, mostly the ones that spoke his mother tongue, who he had connected the most during his stay at man city. ruben and rodri had assured you that they would kept the secret, while at the same time being the ones in charge of slowing him up a bit, to prevent him from coming home too early, before everything was set.

a few hours had passed, and you texted the guys that it was okay for your boyfriend to come home. dimming the lights, when he came back it seemed like you weren't home at first.

"¿amor? ¿estás en casa?" (love? are you home?), julian called, dropping his bag and shoes beside the door, his voice resonating on the walls of the seemingly empty house. you were finishing the last couple details, that's why it took you a bit longer to answer his questions. "¡acá!" (here!) you replied to him, him quickly directing his steps towards the living room, where your voice had traveled from. you heard him laugh when he entered the room, touching the wall to try and find the light switch. "¿por qué están las luces apagad-" (why are the lights off-?) he asked, not finishing the sentence due to the newfound surprise revealed once the lights were on again: his girlfriend and his teammates, who he had seen last not even an hour ago. "¡sorpresa!" (surprise!) you all exclaimed, and the smile that was painted on his face made you feel all warm inside.

"¿esto es para mí?" (is this for me?) he asked, still incredulous about it all. it hasn't like he hadn't had surprise parties before, but it seemed like you had definitely caught him by surprise this time. while he looked at the living room, all decorated with balloons and posters that had spiderman and the world cup in them, he greeted his mates with handshakes and pats on their backs.

"claramente es para el cumpleañero, ¿para quién más sería?" (of course it's for the birthday boy, who else would it be for?) you reassured, high-fiving ruben in the process because your plan had succeeded, and julian looked happy about it. "i can't believe you're all actually here!" he beamed, talking with his broken english so john, jack and phil, who had been dragged by the spanish and portuguese players, could understand. "i can't believe you weren't going to tell us that today is your birthday!", argued man city's number 5, face filled with fake annoyance at your boyfriend for keeping the information to himself. it was funny to see how flushed his cheeks got after hearing that, knowing that he was too shy to actually strike a conversation with the guys about something that wasn't football related.

"we would never reject a chance to have a cheat day" jack laughed, eating some chips that you had put on a few bowls for them to eat. "aparte, tu novia nos dijo que el pastel tendría dulce de leche, así que teníamos que venir" (also, your girlfriend told us your cake had dulce de leche, so we had to come) rodri joked, and even though half of the ones invited didn't understand what he had said, julian and you laughed.

you had been afraid that he wouldn't like the surprise, thinking that you had overstepped in a way, though he would never get mad at you for doing something nice for him. but after seeing his smile shining so brightly during the whole party, you were sure that he had actually liked it. and hopefully, after such a fun evening filled with laughter and food, you wished that he would feel a little less homesick too.

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yourusername feliz cumpleaños al mejor de todos 🥹te seguiría a el fin del mundo hasta que seamos viejitos 🤍 te amo juli (happy birthday to the best one there is 🥹 i'll follow you to the end of the world, until we're old 🤍 i love you juli)

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juliaanalvarez casa va a ser donde estés vos, gracias por hoy 🤍 (home is wherever you are, thanks for today 🤍)

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philfoden you'll have to invite us more often 🙏🏻

juliaanalvarez 😆😆

yourusername consider it done!!

rubendias más dulce de leche y mate 🧉

yourusername rubendias consider it done too ��

#better late than never i guess #julian alvarez x you #julian alvarez x reader #julian alvarez imagine #football imagine #football imagines #football instagram au #football x y/n #football x reader #football x you

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demoniodorodo · 4 months ago

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( homem cis • ele/dele • pansexual) — Não é nenhuma surpresa ver CRAMULHÃO THIERRY VALOIS andando pelas ruas de Arcanum, afinal, o DEMÔNIO DE OLHOS PRETOS precisa ganhar dinheiro como FAZ-TUDO. Mesmo não tendo me convidado para sua festa de INDEFINIDO (CORPO: 41 ANOS), ainda lhe acho SIMPÁTICO e PRESTATIVO, mas entendo quem lhe vê apenas como INTROMETIDO e PREGUIÇOSO. Vivendo na cidade HÁ 2 ANOS, THIERRY cansa de ouvir que se parece com CHRIS EVANS.e trás.

— Básico

NOME: Thierry Henry Valois

ORIENTAÇÃO SEXUAL: Pansexual

ALINHAMENTO: Chaotic Neutral

ANIVERSÁRIO: 04 de Outubro

SIGNO: Libra com ascendente em Leão

DEFEITOS: Ressentido, cínico, teimoso, cara de pau, preguiçoso

QUALIDADES: Leal, criativo, compassivo, gentil, atencioso, espirituoso

TATTOOS: TBA

CICATRIZES: Sobrancelha esquerda por conta de um acidente de infância.

OCUPAÇÃO: Auxiliar de Serviços Gerais ou Faz-Tudo

— Inspirações

The Janitor (Scrubs), Trindade (Pantanal), Carl Reed (The Breakfast Club), Jim Halpert (The Office), Santana Lopez (Glee), Chicó (O Auto da Compadecida), Jeffrey (Ordem Paranormal: Quarentena), Antônio “Balu” Pontevedra (Ordem Paranormal: Calamidade), Fionna Gallagher (Shameless), Fionna Campbell (Adventure Time With Fionna and Cake), Lin Ford (Shataram),

— Personalidade

Se ser invisível fosse uma arte, Thierry seria o pior artista do mundo nesse quesito. A sua sorte é que ele é muito bom no que faz, e não costuma reclamar do serviço pesado. Ele é bastante descontraído, muito porque, segundo suas palavras, já viu de tudo um pouco nessa vida, sendo difícil de saber se suas histórias são verdadeiras ou apenas anedotas que ouviu por aí. O funcionário é bastante discreto, apesar de ser um pouco intrometido e algumas vezes inconveniente, mas trabalhando há cinco anos em todos os tipos de estabelecimentos locais, ele sabe bem quando se calar e obedecer ordens, por apenas querer terminar o expediente vivo e empregado.

Já o Cramulhão... Ele é cínico, cretino, prepotente, se acha o demônio de olhos pretos mais forte do submundo e que o "Tio Lu" (como ele chama o Lúcifer) não valoriza os milênios de serviços prestados como destruidor de nações e causador da discórdia. Ele é sim forte e competente, mas não isso tudo que ele pensa que é.

— Resumo

A história do Thierry é que ele é um cara comum, que trabalhava como faxineiro num restaurante em Marselha.

Um belo dia, ele tava dormindo em serviço e acabou possuído pelo Cramulhão, um demônio de olhos pretos famoso no inferno por causar a discórdia e destruição em cidades interioranas.

Cramulhão estava sendo caçado por uma equipe de caçadores, e trocou de hospedeiro, se escondendo em Thierry.

Thierry não faz a menor ideia de que o demônio está nele, pelo fato do Cramulhão não ter forças para dominá-lo por completo, já que ele não sabe o que foi que os caçadores usaram nele que o impede de recobrar suas forças. Quando Thierry dorme, o Cramulhão aparece, e aproveita enquanto o hospedeiro dorme pra investigar o que aconteceu e procurar uma cura.

Por conta disso, Cramulhão faz com que Thierry vá indo de cidade em cidade que tenha uma boa biblioteca ou loja de magia.

Foi assim que ele parou em Arcanum, achando que foi a intuição dele que mandou pra lá, mas na verdade era o Cramulhão dando as direções, já que Arcanum é a última esperança pra Cramulhão voltar a sua forma original e escolher um hospedeiro que considera mais digno do que um faxineiro.

#p #m #{{{sweet dreams are made of this}}}#{{{who am i to disagree}}}#regular thierry #cramulhão #a

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jartita-me-teneis · 6 months ago

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En 1978 Madonna dejó la escuela y se trasladó a la ciudad de Nueva York con 35 dólares en el bolsillo, estudió danza bajo la tutela de la bailarina y coreógrafa estadounidense Martha Graham, también comenzó a trabajar como bailarina sustituta para otros artistas.

En abril de 1979 Madonna con 20 años conoció en una fiesta a Dan Gilroy, un músico que formaba parte de la banda Breakfast Club, a la que ella se unió como baterista, un día ella viajando en autobús con un suéter de Betty Boop Dan le tomo varias fotos, no fue amor a primera vista, pero hubo algo en la actitud y los looks de ambos que causó una atracción mutua, lo cierto es que la relación no duró mucho tiempo.

Gilroy se había entusiasmado demasiado con la relación y sobre todo con la idea de formar a Madonna desde el punto de vista musical ya que había comenzado a enseñarle a tocar instrumentos; sin embargo, algo puso un freno en la relación.

Para mayo de 1979 Madonna recibe un ofrecimiento de dos productores para trabajar junto al éxito del cantante francés Patrick Hernandez, a pesar de los pedidos de Dan para que se quedara en New York y siguieran la relación, sin dudarlo decide marcharse a probar suerte a Paris.

Su experiencia fue desastrosa, durante 3 meses actuaba como bailarina para el cantante Hernandez en su gira de 1979, aparte de eso no hizo nada a nivel artístico y ella sentía que cada día de pasaba perdía el tiempo, así que un a finales de julio día decide regresar a New York junto a Dan, aquí comienza el segundo momento de la pareja.

Ella se integra como cantante guitarrista y baterista en “Breakfast Club” y así se desarrollaron durante algún tiempo como grupo; sin embargo, para 1980 Madonna necesitaba algo más, quería despegar y sentía que detrás de una batería no lo lograría, y así decide dar por finalizada la relación con Dan y formar su propia agrupación.

Ese año con su entonces novio Stephen Bray como baterista, formaron la banda “Emmy”, su música impresionó al DJ y productor Mark Kamins, quien arregló un encuentro entre Madonna y Seymour Stein, fundador de la discográfica Sire Records, en octubre de 1982 publico su primer sencillos “Everybody”, Bray se convertiría en productor de su segundo álbum como solista que la lanzó al estrellato Like a Virgin en 1984.

@Jukebox Music

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Alto, quem vem lá? Oh, é ALEXANDRA VERSACE LANCASTER, a RAINHA CONSORTE de AUSTRÁLIA de 41 anos, como é bom recebê-lu! Está gostando da França? Tenho certeza que será muitíssimo bem tratada por nós aqui, sendo tão INTELIGENTE E ELOQUENTE. Só não deixe transparecer ser SARCÁSTIQUE E MANIPULADORE que sua estadia será excelente. Por favor, por aqui, estão todos lhe esperando!

— Básico

NOME: Alexandra Versace Lancaster

ORIENTAÇÃO SEXUAL: Pansexual

GÊNERO: Não-Binário (apesar de não ser de amplo conhecimento)

PRONOMES: Elu/Ela (todos os dois estão ótimos)

ALINHAMENTO: True Neutral

ANIVERSÁRIO: 06 de Junho

SIGNO: Gêmeos com ascendente em Peixes

DEFEITOS: Ambiciose, Reclamone, Imprevisível, Manipuladore, Sarcastique

QUALIDADES: Inteligente, Eloquente, Acolhedore, Empatique, Generose

TATTOOS: TBA

CICATRIZES: Algumas nos ombros e costelas que elu prefere não falar sobre.

OCUPAÇÃO: Rainha consorte da Austrália e chefe de relações exteriores da Austrália

— Inspirações

Katryn Merteuil (Cruel Intentions), Quinn Fabray (Glee), Catra/Felina (She-Ra), Double Trouble (She-Ra), John McClane (Duro de Matar), John Bender (The Breakfast Club), Jane Foster (Thor: Love and Thunder), Elizabeth Webber (Ordem Paranormal: O Segredo na Floresta), Celestine (Ordem Paranormal: Calamidade), Salem Saberhagen (Sabrina: Teenage Witch), Victoria Davis (OTH), Lady Diana Spencer, Catarina, a grande.

— Personalidade

Quem é a Rainha Alexandra? É uma pergunta que a resposta iria variar dependendo de quem é indagado, mas mesmo assim, todas as respostas seriam verdadeiras em algum grau. Alexandra é polide, educade, faz o que se espera de uma rainha, apesar de vir de uma família estravagante e conhecida desde os séculos pelo luxo e a ostentação. Elu se adapta de acordo com a leitura que tem do interlocutor e evita entrar em assuntos muito comprometedores em público. Seu traquejo politico acabou u transformando no rosto da monarquia australiana. Elu guarda muitos segredos, incluindo os seus próprios, que usa como moeda de troca para costurar acordos com outros reinos, se valendo da bonança econômica da Austrália nos últimos anos e de suas popularidade com o povo australiano. Alexandra é do tipo que sempre encontra alguma forma de controlar a situação, e tenta tirar algum benefício. Entretanto, toda esse controle emocional voa pela janela por um belo par de olhos ou um belo par de seios ou um belo par de coxas... ai elu é capaz de assinar a própria ordem de execução sem nem perceber o que aconteceu, porque Alex é emocionade demais com a beleza feminina.

— Resumo

Tw: menção de violência domestica; menção de assassinato

Alexandra Versace Lancaster é a rainha consorte da Austrália, esposa do rei Leon II da Austrália e atual chefe das relações exteriores do país.

É não-binario. Em público, performa feminilidade, porque é o que se espera de uma rainha, mas odeia com o fogo de mil sóis pela quantidade de limitações que isso impõe na sua vida

Quem deveria ter casado com Leon era sua irmã mais velha, mas ela fugiu com um cavalariço da propriedade dos pais. Como o duque de Melbourne, apesar de jovem, já tinha fama de violento e seu pai, Giancarlo Versace, o estilista da realeza, também queria ter um membro da familia na monarquia, ele tratou de colocar Alex pra assumir o posto da irmã

O casamento aconteceu quando Alexandra tinha 20 anos e foi ódio à primeira vista. Na frente das câmeras, eles eram a cara da nova monarquia Australiana, sendo tão populares quanto os York, mas com portas fechadas era um UFC diário por conta do personalidade sádica de Leon. O jeito de Alexandra punir o marido era enchendo a cabeça dele de chifre.

Quando tinham 12 anos de casados, tudo mudou. Os York, o ramo principal da família real australiana acabou sendo morto de uma maneira trágica, deixando Leon com o único postulante ao trono. Ele foi coroado em questão de dias e Alexandra se tornou rainha consorte.

Entretanto, dias depois a coroação, Leon sofreu um "acidente" em casa e acabou em coma. Como solução, Alexadra sugeriu que inventassem a hiatória de que ele optara por se tornar recluso para se focar melhor nos seus deveres reais, enquanto na realidade, quem governaria a Austrália seria ela. Todo mundo topou no desespero, com medo dos rebeldes e também por acharem que elu seria fácil de manipular.

A gravidez e depois o nascimento da filha fizeram com que Alex levasse a sério os deveres reais, transformando a imagem do marido na de um rei responsável, que tomava conta de seu povo. O que reduziu a influência dos rebeldes no reino, apesar de umas pequenas tentivas de rebelião aqui e ali, sempre suprimidas pelo exército

Alexandra resolveu ir para a Seleção em busca de apoio político e militar para se manter no trono australiano, além de tirar sua filha de perto da influência da avô paterna. O quadro de saúde de Leon se agravou e há uma movimentação por parte dos Lancaster para que, quando Leon morrer, Alexandra ser expulse do reino e sua fílha Lívia, hoje com 7 anos, seja coroada, com q avó paterna como regente até que a garota atinja a maioridade. Seu plano temporário é usar a Seleção para se aproximar da princesa, já que era bastante próxima do rei, e manter as relações com o reino dentro de seu circulo interno.

#resumo #p #you should see me in a crown

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