#The Lyon and His Promise

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First Kiss Friday with The Lyon and His Promise

There’s nothing like a release week and watching a new book’s rating soar! Today is First Kiss Friday for my blog and I’m featuring myself and my new book The Lyon and His Promise! Although Gyles and Josephine did share a brief kiss, this one is a little more to my liking. Happy reading and enjoy, my lovelies, and thanks to everyone who has begun to get reviews up for my new book baby! You’re the…

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my kink is karma II Alexia Putellas x Reader

a/n: Hi, we hope you've as much fun with the oneshot as we had writing it.

masterlist I word count: 1695

Champions League nights were always magical, no matter who the opponent was. But a Champions League final against record champion Olympique Lyonnais promised an even more special night.

After Barcelonas loss against the same team in the final two years prior, they had something to prove. So of course, the atmosphere among the team was a mixture between excitement and nervousness.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest right before the game started. You hugged your teammates and wished them a good game, partly to calm their anxiety and partly to calm your own.

“What about me?”, Alexias voice sounded from behind you.

As you turned around, she stood there, her arms wide open with a winning smile on her face.

You looked her up and down before jokingly saying: “You? Well…”

“Well?!”, she echoed, playing offended.

You winked at her: “A goal from you later would be perfect, you know why.”

You could still feel Alexias eyes following you as you took your position on the pitch.

While the referee blew her whistle, signaling the start of the game, the bench was still busy discussing what just had happened.

“What did she mean, Ale?”, Vicky asked, barely able to contain her curiosity.

Alexia shrugged: “Nothing.”

The young striker wrinkled her nose: “I don’t believe you.”

“Focus on the game, kiddo.”, Alexia laughed, nodding in the direction of the pitch.

“I’m not a kid, you’re just old.”, Vicky retorted with a grin.

Mapi joined the conversation with an innocent look on her face: “She’s not wrong about that, Ale.”

“I’ll show you guys old!”, Alexia rolled her eyes with fondness.

Ona grinned at her: “Y/n wants a goal from you!”

“From the bench?”, Mapi asked, her eyebrows raised.

“No, when she’s coming on.”, Ona explained.

“More like if she’s coming on.”, Mapi corrected her.

While the two defenders giggled, Alexia just shook her head: “Of course I’m coming on!”

You realized quickly that the game would not be an easy win. Lyon had their chances but so did Barcelona. For almost an hour, it was an even match but you could feel that your team wanted it more. And then Aitana scored.

“Well done, Tana!”, you yelled as you ran towards her to celebrate.

She hugged you tightly: “Thanks!”

From this moment on, your priority was to defend the lead and try to put your strikers into goal scoring situations.

In the ninetieth minute, Alexia came on. Your heart skipped a beat while she joined you on the pitch. But you also felt some kind of anger. There were only six minutes left to play.

Alexia made the most out of it. 120 seconds after coming on, she scored the 2:0 for Barcelona.

You could barely contain your happiness as you watched your girlfriend run across the pitch while pulling her shirt over her head to celebrate.

You had to blink away some tears as you followed her and pulled her into a celebratory hug: “Ale!”

 “You got the goal you wanted after all.”, she retorted with a smug smile on her face. Despite her cocky attitude you could see that her hazelnut eyes were turning wet. The captain of your team was overtaken by her own emotions.

Everyone could see how much it meant for the midfielder to score in the final against a team to whom you both lost twice in a final.

“You deserve it so much, Ale.”, you whole-heartedly whispered into her ear, not sure if Alexia was even able to understand you as the noise in the stadium escalated.

Embracing you for one last time the Blonde had to let you go, not before muttering close to your face, giving you chills everywhere:” This one is for us.”

“Yeah, yeah, very romantic, but we still got a few minutes to play.”, Lucy interrupted the emotional moment between you two grinning before throwing the midfielder’s jersey back to Alexia who slowly put it back on.

“Lucy.”, your girlfriend rolled her eyes annoyed at the English defender.

“Let’s go.”, Lucy replied unimpressed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll celebrate that goal later.”, you promised Alexia winking.

“I can’t wait.”, she replied.

“Hey! Enough now!”, the older English player yelled impatiently by your lovebird’s behaviour.

“You don’t understand, Lucia.”, you protested laughing.

“We’ve four minutes left.”, she said unmoved by your quite visible emotional turmoil.

“Only four more minutes.”, you repeated to yourself. In fact, they felt like the longest minutes in Champions League history. Your legs were so tired, when the referee blew the final whistle, you fell to your knees, simply from exhaustion and happiness.

Barcelona has won, a second time in a row. It was Alexia's, your teammates and your triumph against Lyon at last. This was unbelievable.

“We did it!”, Alexia rejoiced, standing right next to you.

“Yes, we did.”, you answered cheerfully, before you added with a worried glance at your girlfriend, careful, don’t trip over!”

Your warning came too late, the Barcelona captain fell ungraciously over her own boots, lucky for her she landed very softly on top of your body.

“Girls, the children are still here!”, Sandra shouted at you, although the goalkeeper couldn’t hide her amusement by what just had happened.

“Shut up, Sandra.”, Alexia demanded, her usual stern face was now full of giddiness and excitement. It felt like the young girl who became a fan of Barcelona and fell in love with the club and football had overtaken her in that very second.

“Yeah, nothing to see here.”, you giggled.

“Exactly.”, the captain confirmed, while pressing a kiss to your already blushed cheek.

“You should get up now though, the press wants interviews with you both.”, Irene intervened seriously.

“Coming.“, Alexia said, carefully lifting herself off of you.

You immediately followed suit, brushing the grass of your shirt and short before hurrying to your interview.

The young journalist thrusted a microphone towards you: “Y/n, what does the CL win mean to you?“

“It means so much to me. I know people questioned whether we would be able to keep up with last years performance. But I think we proved that here tonight.“, you said. Your gaze subconsciously shifting towards Alexia who was interviewed on the other side of the stadium.

“You certainly did. Thanks for taking the time and have fun celebrating.“

You grinned at the journalist: “Gracias.“

Turning away from the camera, you were greeted by Alexia: “Done?“

“Yes, what about you?“, you asked, hoping that she was done with her media duties for the night as well.

“Me too.“

Alexia took your hand into hers, gently pulling you away from the cameras and the bustle on the field.

“Wait, where are you taking me?“, you laughed while you followed her.

“Somewhere more private.“, Alexia smiled.

You grinned: “Sounds like a good idea.“

“Come on.“

“I’m right behind you.“, you assured her while Alexia opened the door to your hotel room and pulled you in.

“So here we’re.“, you said, patiently waiting for her to make a move.

She nodded, her shoulders slumping in relaxation: “Finally.“

You wrapped your arms around her: “Oh yes, tonight was unbelievable…“

“You were unbelievable.“, she corrected you softly.

“So where you. After everything that happened in the past year.“ You were absolutely in awe about how much your girlfriend had fought to come back after her ACL injury, the setbacks she had injury-wise and with the conditions of the Spanish national team and how she dealt with the little game time she got.

People had started to doubt that she would ever come back as the World’s best football player but you knew, it was only a matter of time.

Apparently, Alexia felt a similar way. All the hard work she put in was finally worth it. She blinked the wetness in her eyes away: “Thank you. It means so much to me to have scored this goal tonight…“

“I can only imagine.“

Alexias hand come down on your thigh, right above your left knee. The bright red of the injury from the Champions League final two years ago had faded and only left a scar.

You both knew the injury was something that had bothered you for a long time. Alexia did not have to say a word, you knew what she meant but you only shook your head: “That was nothing compared to Ona tonight… that moment was really scary.“

“Ona’s tough.”, your girlfriend remarked softly.

“That’s true. Plus, she’s in good hands with Lucy.”, you were smiling fondly as you were thinking about your teammates who’s love for each other was so visible after the win.

“You don’t have to worry about it.”, Alexia declared earnestly.

“I don’t.”, you cleared your throat before you continued, close your eyes, what do you see?”

For a moment the Blonde gave you a questioning look, afterwards she dd as you told her. A huge grin was forming on her lips:” Us celebrating.”

“A very iconic moment.”, you answered mirroring her happiness while you were slowly undressing yourself.

“Oh, not this one. The next one.”, Alexia quickly corrected herself.

“The next one?”, you lifted an eyebrow which she couldn’t see, but your voice transported your surprise.

“Next year.”, the midfielder confirmed.

“What about now? You can open your eyes again.”, you offered her trying to sound nonchalantly and hide the excitement which you felt running through your veins right now.

“Now, I see you.”, Alexia swallowed hard while her eyes who appeared dark green under the light of the bedside lamp wandered through your almost entirely naked body.

“Liking what you see?”, you asked her in a cheeky tone knowing fully well what your girlfriend was feeling when she looked at you.

“You look so beautiful right now.”, the player replied, licking her lips as she bridged the distance between you both to gave you a passionate kiss. When her kink was karma, triumph never tasted as good as with you by her side.

It was going to be a long night and you couldn’t wait to get started with your own private celebration. The public could wait until tomorrow, now was your time to enjoy the win.

[puck-luck]

play house with me | alex lyon

warnings: breeding kink HEAVYYYYY, use of mommy/mama/daddy but it’s very brief and not always related to the sex, obvious creampie???, childhood best friends to lovers &&& co-parents LOVE, mentions of breastmilk during the fucking (alex will totally want to try said breastmilk when it comes in), dirty talk pairing: alex lyon x fem!reader request: yes (alex lyon gets reader pregnant woohoooooo) wc: 2940

Everyone has made a deal like this before– especially those with guy best friends, like you. It didn’t help that you had had an on-again, off-again crush on Alex since you both were teenagers and he had grown into his looks. You had known him for practically your whole life and Alex was the picture-perfect boy next door with his dark curls and goofy personality, so it was a no-brainer when Alex proposed a pact. 

You were both eighteen at the time, ready to go your separate ways for college. It was late, a warm and humid summer night, and you and Alex has just gone for ice cream. You were picking at your cup of ice cream with your spoon, watching it melt in the rapid summer heat. It was then that Alex said, “You know, if we’re thirty and neither of us are with someone else, we should have a kid.”

It was no secret that you wanted to have kids, nor a secret that Alex wanted to have kids, so the deal was a no-brainer. You said yes, not thinking much of it because… why wouldn’t you be with someone by age thirty?

Well, it’s funny. Yesterday was your thirtieth birthday, and here you are: single. Frustrated and annoyed can also describe your current state. 

Alex had texted you the day before to wish you a happy birthday, promising to see you when he came back into town today. He should be on the way to your apartment right now and all you can think about is the deal you made twelve years prior. 

You had no doubt about it– you wanted to have a baby and you wanted to do it with Alex. You just had to broach the subject, but you were torn about how to bring up the deal without sounding desperate or weird. There was a chance Alex wouldn’t even remember your deal, even though he was the one who thought of it in the first place. 

When he arrives and knocks on your front door, you let him in with an awkward hug hello. It’s only awkward because you know that you’re about to ask him something that will change your friendship and relationship forever. Alex, always able to read you like an open book, notices that you’re acting weird immediately and calls you out on it.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Alex asks, quirking an eyebrow at you with a bemused smile. “Are you alright?”

You groan, rolling your head back. “How do you always know?”

Alex’s smile turns into a proud smirk. “Because I know you. What are you thinking about?”

“Just some stuff about you and turning thirty,” you reply, ready to explain yourself further.

Alex interrupts. “Thinking about our baby pact?”

You balk at him, shocked. “How did you know?”

“Again– because I know you.” Alex repeats. His gaze takes in your features, admiring you. He brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. “Plus, it’s part of the reason why I wanted to see you today.”

“Oh, yeah?” You ask, a little laugh tinging your words. “You wanted to come over so we could discuss babies?”

“Isn’t that why you agreed to have me over?” Alex answers with his own question, smug because he knows he’s right. “So that we could even go a little further, since you’re thirty now, and our pact has to come to fruition?”

You blush, biting your lower lip and rolling your eyes. You’re pretending to be annoyed, but you’re really just fond. Alex does know you best, can practically read your mind and provide you with anything you want before you realize you want it. Before now, that mostly related to when you could go and get food together– he always knew exactly what you were craving, always taking you to the right restaurant that would hit the spot and satisfy you indefinitely. 

Now, it’s a much bigger decision, one that will change your lives forever, but Alex is completely on board. So are you.

Once again, it’s a no-brainer.

“I wouldn’t complain,” you tease, purposefully coy. 

“Good.” Alex sweeps you off your feet, carrying you over one shoulder. “We can talk about everything later. I’ve been dying to get my hands on you for years.”

He says it casually, like that’s not the most Earth-shattering revelation you’ve ever heard. You and Alex had always toed the line of flirtation and all of your friends swore that you were meant to be, but things had never gone this far. You and Alex had never kissed, save for one accidental peck when you turned your cheek in surprise and caught his lips, the ones intending to meet your skin in a sweet greeting. It had caused a laugh, but it was the closest to romance that you and Alex had ever physically experienced. 

Now, he’s tossing you on your bed and climbing above you like this is an everyday occurrence. 

“Alex,” you say, putting a hand on his chest to stop his movements. “Are you really, really sure about this? It’s a big decision.”

“I’ve wanted to have a baby with you since I was five years old and you made me be the daddy when we played house,” Alex replies, leaning down to capture your earlobe between his teeth. “You were the mommy to our little baby doll and the idea never left my mind. Now we’re thirty, single, and I think we should make my dream a reality. I’m all in, Y/N.”

A breath of relief leaves your lungs at his reassurance. He mouths along your jaw, coming to hover with his lips just out of reach of your own. You look up at him, waiting for him to make a move. 

Alex looks up from your lips, finding your eyes. “Are you really, really sure about this?” He parrots back, lips twisting up at the edges. “You’re the one who’s going to be tasked with carrying our baby.”

You make a soft noise of assent, the breathy moan pulled from your stomach like a gut-punch. 

Alex chuckles. “You like that, huh?” He brushes a kiss against the left corner of your mouth, then the right. “You’re going to look so pretty all swollen and full of me. I want it so bad, Y/N. I’ll give you as many babies as you want. I might have to keep you pregnant all the time– you’re going to glow, darling.”

Moaning again, you bring your hands up to his face and pull him into you, crashing your lips against his. Eager and desperate, you kiss him until you’re breathless and your cheeks have gone hot. As far as first kisses go, this is your favorite one you’ve ever had. Alex is confident and just as eager as you are, his tongue filling your mouth and tasting you like he could devour you. Inadvertently, you find yourself wondering how his tongue would feel against your clit and your entrance, but that can wait for another time.

Another time, because this will certainly be happening again. It’s the easiest decision you could ever make, seeking out Alex again. You’re comfortable with him, you’re happy when he’s around, and you love him deeply. You know him and he knows you. Your friends were right all along– you two are meant to be.

“Do you want it? I need you to tell me,” Alex implores between kisses, allowing his hands to roam over your body. 

It’s distracting and it takes a moment for his words to click, especially when his hands find their way under your shirt and start to pet over the skin under which your ribs reside. 

“I want it,” you cry when Alex’s fingertips graze your underboob. You whine when his fingers withdraw from your middle, but Alex soothes you with a whispered coo and a soft kiss to your lips.

He lifts your shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra underneath him. He grabs his own shirt by the back collar, pulling it over his head and revealing his bare chest to your wandering eyes. You drink him in, running your hands all over his warm body and feeling the ridges of the muscles he’s worked so hard to build and maintain over the years. 

He brings a hand to your chest, cupping the swell of your breast and fishing your boob out of the article of clothing, pinching your nipple. After one final kiss, Alex brings his lips down and replaces his fingers with his teeth, nibbling at the peak of your breast before sucking. 

You arch your back, your hand fisting his curls again. You moan out a wanton sound and you can feel Alex’s lips curve into a smile against your skin. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, kissing over your sternum and up your neck. 

“So pretty, mama,” Alex mumbles against your skin, lips warm and scarring. You wish you could tattoo the path he takes along your chest, physically marking your body permanently so you never forget this. “Let’s make a baby, hm? Give me a real reason to use that name?”

“Give me a baby,” you agree, tousling his curls. “I wanna make you a daddy, Alex.”

Alex groans against your skin, popping the button on your jeans and drawing the zipper down. His mouth doesn’t leave your body, not even for a second as he struggles to work the tight denim down your body. 

You adjust yourself on the bed, helping him push the fabric down. You take to his own bottoms, tugging eagerly at his waistband until he gets the hint and removes his shorts. You push him down, making him sit back against the headboard. You swing a leg over his lap, straddling him. Still separated by the barrier of both of your underwears between you, you sink down on his bulge in a satisfying grind. 

Alex’s hands find your hips, pulling you flush against him and rolling his own hips. He reconnects your lips, swallowing every sound you make and vice versa. He’s straining against his boxers, pulsing against you with each grind.

“I want to ride you,” you tell Alex. “Just like this.”

Alex moans, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, knocking it against the headboard in the process. “Fuck,” he breathes out. “Want me to prep you?”

“No, I want to feel everything,” you say. “I want to feel your big cock stretch me all on its own before it fucks a baby into me.”

Your words only spur him on and he jostles you on his lap as he tries to remove his underwear without feeling your absence. You take matters into your own hands and remove yourself from his lap to take off your own underwear, tossing it onto the floor without another thought, the thin scrap of fabric joining the rest of your scattered clothes. 

Both bare and dripping, you climb back on top of Alex, fitting his cock between your folds to grind against him before allowing him to breach your entrance. You spread your slick all over his member, using his precum and your wetness as lube. 

Alex whines at the contact, clutching at your skin desperately after he removes your bra with both hands. Your boobs sit prettily on your chest, drawing Alex’s eyes and causing his pupils to swell. He cups one and licks over the nipple he hadn’t previously sucked, needing something to occupy his mouth and muffle his sounds. He’s far gone– the idea of filling you up has him channeling something primal, overtaken by his instinct to stuff you with his cock and thoroughly breed you.

He wasn’t lying when he said he’d been thinking about it for years– one of the images that caused him to spill over his fist countless of times in his twenties was just this: fucking you bare and starting a family with you, forever entertwining your souls and destinies in an irreversible way. You would be his, in this way, forever. He could shoot off now thinking about it, but the promise of the real thing stops him.

And the real thing comes sooner than he thinks, with you rising up onto your knees and lining him up with your entrance. You lower yourself down slowly, achingly slow. It takes everything out of Alex to not buck up into your heat as the head of his cock enters you with a jolt.

The sigh that leaves your mouth and the roll of your eyes chips away his restraint even more than your heat. All of your pretty noises are like a watering hole in the middle of the desert to Alex– and he’s lapping them up. 

“Y/N,” Alex moans as you work your way down his shaft. Your walls hug him tightly, squeezing him as you take his cock. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re made for me.”

“Alex,” you sigh, pressing his forehead against yours. You’re unable to form many words other than that– melting into a puddle of moans and whines as you find yourself sinking fully onto his length, enveloping him entirely. He reaches the deepest part of you, his tip nudging your back wall. 

“Can’t wait to see these tits all full of milk,” Alex tells you, filling in the gaps of silence. He reaches up, cupping the weight in his palms and kissing over the smooth skin in his hands. “You’re going to be so great to our baby.”

You start to bounce on his cock, tossing your head back as the ecstasy of fulfillment washes over you. His words just spur you on.

“You’ll take care of them so well, won’t you?” Alex asks, his question rhetorical.

Your response is a moan and a stutter in your rhythm, which causes Alex to take over. He flips you over without pulling out, your back hitting the mattress and knocking the breath out of you.

Alex practically breathes life back into you when he kisses you, insistent but charged with the sweet love that you share for each other. It’s the love that you’ve shared since you were kids– and now, it’s the love that you’ll pass along to your child. 

“Fuck, Alex,” you whine at the thought, unable to keep it to yourself. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Alex says, kissing you again. His thrusts are harder in this position, hitting you deeper. 

It feels impossible, being in this position with Alex. Yes, your friends had always said that you and Alex were meant to be, but there was a line you’d never crossed. You never expected to cross it. Now, with Alex inside of you and filling you so well, ready to start the next chapter of your lives with each other, you can’t imagine it any other way. 

Alex continues, pushing you further towards your peak. “This pussy was made to take my babies, huh? Made just for me?”

“Yeah,” you agree, breathless, pulling Alex down to connect your lips. You can barely handle the words, much less the little noises and grunts that fill your mouth during the kiss. 

It’s like you’re becoming one being. Everything is perfect, and you’re feeling so good that your orgasm approaches quicker than expected. 

“Alex, ‘m gonna come,” you let out, holding him tight.

“Let it go, lovebug,” Alex coos, tracing the line of your cheek with a light touch. “I’m right there with you.”

Your eyes roll back and your mouth opens in a silent scream. Alex continues to fuck into you, prolonging the waves of pleasure that overtake you with each bump of his cockhead against your g-spot. You’re moaning unintelligibly, jumbled words falling from your mouth and barely reaching Alex’s ears. 

He shoots off when you keen into his mouth, teeth clashing in a messy union that has you on the verge of laughter. You’ve never laughed during sex before, but it just seems right. Everything with Alex seems right.

His seed fills you and warms you from the inside out, settling deep in your core and coating your walls in the weirdest, most unique feeling you’ve ever experienced. You can feel the come dripping down from your ridges, letting gravity take control as it starts to leak out of you when Alex pulls out. 

You pout, closing your legs as much as you can with Alex still between them in order to keep his release from leaving you, desperate for it to take. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Alex soothes, brushing your hair away from your face and thumbing over the sweat on your brow. 

You don’t reply, enamored by the way his own curls have gone sweaty and his cheeks and dusted with a blush from the exertion of your union. You bite your lip as Alex opens his mouth to speak again, admiring his straight white teeth in a moment that should be weird, but isn’t. You hope your baby has his teeth– no need to pay for braces, not that that’s something you’d have to worry about with Alex’s salary.

“We’re going to go again in a bit, I think,” Alex muses, his words a proposition rather than a command, despite his definitive tone. He kisses over your face, little pecks that make you giggle again. His lips find yours, sweet and chaste. When he pulls away, he whispers conspiratorially in your ear. “Gonna fuck you all night to make sure this takes.” He winks, a smile crossing his face. “Join me in the shower, mama? I want to wash your hair for you.”

note: this is for my lyon girlie who was all up in my asks, ily <3 i hope i captured your man well and you enjoyed this <3

[woso-dreamzzz]

Tia Tana II

Magdalena Eriksson x Hardersson!Reader

Aitana Bonmatí x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Tia Tana takes you to meet Spain's keepers

Alexia smiles at you as you and Tia Tana approach.

You smile back.

She nudges both of the girls in Keeper shirts. "She's going to be better than both of you when she grows up."

"Huh?"

"This is y/n," Tia Tana introduces," Pernille and Magda's daughter."

"The little girl in the hallway at the final against Chelsea?" One of the non-keeper girls asks," She's grown."

"Kids do that Jenni," Alexia says with an eye roll.

"Yeah but she was so little then and now she's like a teenager."

"I'm still little," You say," Because Morsa and Momma still pick me up."

It's the girl with the tattoos on her arm. She's a very vague figure in your mind. You think she took one of your Ahlgrens Bilar during the break of that match.

"y/n," Tia Tana says," This is Jenni. She used to play for Barca."

"Hi," You say before tilting your head to look at the keepers. They don't look like Zećira or any other keeper you know. But that's okay though because Momma says everyone is different and that's good because otherwise the world would be boring.

"This is Misa," Tia Tana says," She plays for Real Madrid. And Cata, she plays with me and Alexia at Barcelona. And I think you must have seen Ona before too."

"Briefly," Ona confirms," How can I forget the assistant coach of Chelsea?"

You decide that you like Ona. She has a fun accent that's different to Momma and Morsa's when they speak English. She also recognises you as the important person you were for Chelsea and that's important too.

"Used to be," You say," But now we're leaving for Germany to Bayern."

You must make a face because the girls all laugh.

"You don't like Germany?" Jenni asks.

"I like Germany because of Wolfsburg," You say," Bayern's okay, I guess, because they've got a red jersey like Arsenal. Arsenal's my second most favourite. I'm going to play for Arsenal when I'm older."

"As a keeper," Tia Tana continues, adjusting her grip on you. She jerks her chin at Misa and Cata. "That's why she's going to be better than you too."

Misa and Cata laugh and Misa gets a bit closer to give you a fist bump.

"You know," She says," If you really want to be the best keeper in the world, you need to come to Real Madrid. We're the best!"

There's outrage from the rest of the girls and Alexia easily plucks you from Aitana's arms to speak to you. You know it must be important because Momma does this sometimes too.

"Don't listen to Misa," She says," Barcelona's the best and don't let anyone else tell you differently."

You think for a moment. "Daan says Lyon is the best."

There's more outrage.

"Van de Donk thinks Lyon is the best," Alexia says," She's entitled to her own opinion."

"But it's wrong," Cata appears over Alexia's shoulder," Because Barcelona is the best and you should definitely come over and join us when you're older."

You tilt your head to the side as you think. "Tia Tana, is Barcelona good?"

"Very good," Tia Tana promises you.

Misa scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Don't indoctrinate her! She's just a baby!"

"We can't help it if Barcelona outclasses Madrid every match," Jenni chuckles.

"How many El Clásicos have you won again?" Ona teases and Misa shoves her away with an eye roll.

"Watch it, Batlle," She says," You'll see when you come back this year. We've been working on some stuff."

Cata scoffs but doesn't get involved with the little squabble. She strips her gloves. "Here," She says, pressing them into your hands," It's probably poor taste since I just beat your mum with them but, here. Every keeper needs a good set of gloves."

You beam at her. "Thank you!"

"I don't know how you guys came into custody of my baby," Morsa's teasing voice says from behind you," But I'd like to get her back now, please. Pernille would kill me if I let you take her back to Spain."

"I'm sure we could come to an agreement," Tia Tana says, smiling a wide smile at Morsa," Fifty-fifty custody? We've got Frido in Spain too. It's not like she'll forget her Swedish."

"I think Pernille's more worried about her losing her Danish than her Swedish," Morsa says. She takes you from Alexia. "And I'm actually quite fond of her."

"I got new gloves, Morsa," You tell her, holding them up so she can inspect them.

"Very nice, princesse," Morsa says," But I think it's time to say goodbye to your new friends. You look very tired."

A crinkle appears between your brows. "I'm not tired."

"Yes, you are." Morsa's chuckling now. "Come on. If we head back now I promise you can have a sleepover with Frido and Amanda."

You look at her suspiciously. "And I get to bring Rocky?"

Morsa sighs deeply. "Yes, you can bring the rock."

"Okay!"

"Say goodbye."

"Bye!" You wave at the Spanish girls happily, blowing a big kiss for Tia Tana before turning back to Morsa. "Momma lets me have sweeties when I sleep over with the Denmark girls. Can I have sweeties with Frido and Mandy?"

"Can't you just be happy that I'm letting you bring the rock?"

"Rocky would have come anyway. Can I have sweeties?"

"Fine, you can have sweets."

[jackhues]

in love love - alex lyon

notes: this is part of @wyattjohnston's winter fic exchange, and written for the amazing @2manytabsopen !! this is my first time writing for alex and honestly first time writing in a while, but i had lots of fun with this and i really hope you like it <33

summary: 3 times the world realized alex was in love with you + the 1 time you realized it

word count: 2.7k

likes are good, reblogs are better <3

gif not mine

i.

you and alex had known each other your whole lives. as long as you could remember, it was you and him. sure, you both had friends that came and went, but at the end of it all, it was the two of you who made it through.

you made it through your elementary years, all the way to college, and now even beyond. despite graduating early, alex was still in contact with many of the friends you both made in university. it was a good thing too, because you could just go together to all the events you were invited to.

“i don’t know what i was thinking, making so many friends,” you muttered to yourself, nursing your drink.

it was late at night, and you were no longer the same person you’d been at college. instead of pulling all-nighters and partying with the crowd, you wanted to be in bed once it was dark.

“are you tired?” alex turned to face you. “we can go home if you want.��

“that’s okay,” you smiled tiredly at the tall boy. “it’s not like we get to meet up with them often. it’s been a long time since we were all out. we can stay.”

“you sure, love?” he asked, eyebrows knit in concern. “you look ready to drop.”

“i’m fine,” you promised. at his unconvinced look, you continued, “really, i’m okay. i think i just need another drink.”

“i’ll get you one,” he offered immediately, heading up to the counter to get your drink.

unbeknownst to you, some of your college friends were giggling to each other, wondering if the two of you were finally together.

“i mean, they have to be, right?” one of them whispered. “they’ve both got heart eyes for each other.”

“alex isn’t even trying to hide it,” another one laughed a little. “good for them, i guess. i always knew he liked her.”

you smiled once alex returned with your favourite drink, handing it to you. 

“a special drink, for a special lady,” he grinned.

“thank you,” you took it from him, taking a sip. 

indeed, all you needed was a little something in your system to get you going. you took alex’s hand, leading him to the dance floor where you ended up spending most of the night.

after some time, alex broke away from you, drifting to the edge of the dance floor and allowing himself a moment to admire you.

“so? you two finally together, huh?” one of alex’s old teammate’s wiggled his brows, sliding up next to the goalie. 

“what? me and y/n? no — no, we’re just friends,” alex insisted. 

“oh, really?” he asked, looking between the two of you. “i guess i haven’t seen you guys in so long, i forgot how close you were.”

alex nodded, despite the lump in his throat, before excusing himself to get some air.

your friends exchanged glances at that interaction — at alex running away, and at you now dancing with another friend, clueless to it all.

“well shit,” one of them muttered. “he’s in love with her, and he knows it.”

“but does she?”

ii.

“here, let me get that for you.”

“thank you,” you smiled as alex took the plates from your hands, placing them in the sink.

you were at a family friends house, inviting alex along to celebrate with them. since most of your family lived further away, you often celebrated the holidays and other events with them. alex was someone you’d known your entire life, and by extension, your family and family friends knew about him too.

after years of trying to convince you to bring him along to one of these gatherings, you finally caved in. it wasn’t that you were embarrassed of alex. if anything, you were a little embarrassed of your family friends.

not in a bad way. they were just loud and talkative and much more rowdy than alex’s family. you were worried how well he’d fit in if he came along.

so far, he had proved you wrong, getting along with absolutely everyone there. the younger kids kept trying to steal him to play games, the older aunts and uncles doted on him — everyone loved him.

you took the broom out, getting ready to sweep around the house a little. everyone was busy cleaning up after themselves or gossipping with each other. might as well make yourself useful.

“here, let me do that,” alex appeared next to you, reaching for the broom.

“it’s alright, i got it,” you assured him. “besides, you’re the guest. go sit and talk with the older people. i’ve got this.”

“y/n,” he said your name in a strict tone. “give me the broom, i’ll sweep up around here. you’ve been on your feet all day, take a seat and let me do this.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, realizing he wasn’t going to budge. “okay, go grab the dustpan. i’ll sweep, you collect it, okay?”

alex sighed, “all right, fine. but you’re sitting down and hanging out with everyone after this. no more work for you.”

“alex, that’s not how it works—”

“if someone needs you to do a chore, i’ll step in,” he said in a strict tone. he softened his voice, “you did a lot today, okay? i can do a little bit of work around here too. i’m not entirely useless, you know?”

you laughed a little, “i can think of multiple instances where you were entirely useless.”

“right now,” alex amended. “i know how to sweep and do the dishes and stuff. i couldn’t help you out in the morning, but i can now. so let me, please.”

“okay, okay,” you raised your hands in surrender. “i’ll sweep and then take a seat. happy?”

“very,” he grinned, happy that he’d finally won this argument.

behind you, one of your cousins shared a look with their sibling, wondering if anyone else just saw what happened.

“that’s so weird,” one of them whispered. 

“i wonder how long it’ll take for them to get married,” another thought aloud.

“oh, he’s in love love,” another one muttered.

they looked at you, sweeping the floor with a little smile on your face, and behind you, alex watching you with the same smile on his face. it was so painfully obvious, just by the way he watched you.

“i hope she realizes it soon.”

iii.

“come on, come on, come on,” you grabbed alex’s hand, pulling him along.

there was a new cafe that opened down the street, and based on the reviews, it had some really nice hot chocolate. alex was the one who’d found their page on instagram, forwarding the message to you.

so of course, you dragged him along for your first visit.

the interior of the cafe was chic, with a checkerboard floor and a cozy interior. you immediately claimed one of the couches at the store, scanning the qr code for the menu.

before you even opened it up, alex spoke, “you’re getting a hot chocolate?”

“i didn’t even look at the menu yet,” you rolled your eyes. 

“yeah, but it’s why you came here, right?” he asked. “to try their french hot chocolate?”

you opened your mouth to argue, but simply sighed. “yeah, that’s why i came here.”

“that’s what i thought,” a satisfied smirk appeared on alex’s face. “so, one french hot chocolate for you, and one cinnamon hot chocolate for me.”

you gave him a thumbs up in approval, letting him place the order at the counter while you saved your seats. you pulled out your phone, scrolling a little as you waited for alex to return.

near your seat, an older woman smiled to herself, waving to her own husband at the counter giving their order. she remembered their earlier days together, when her husband first learned her order and immediately went to the counter. it might be a really small thing to someone else, but she’d associated that act with his love for her. she wondered if one day you’d do the same thing with alex.

“i’m back,” alex announced his return as he took a seat next to you.

“yes, i can see that,” you replied. 

he flicked your forehead, “congrats, you have eyes.”

“you’re such a child,” you laughed.

“you’re just jealous because you’ll be old and wrinkly while i stay young and hot.”

the two of you kept it together for three seconds, before bursting out into laughter.

your waitress smiled to herself, placing your drinks on the table in front of you. the cafe was new and it didn’t get many customers yet. seeing you two in here laughing loudly warmed her heart.

she wished she’d get to experience that kind of love one day, with someone who looked at her the way alex looked at you. as if he’d seen the entire world and decided you were his favourite thing in it.

“enjoy your drinks,” she smiled at you two, heading back.

“thank you,” you smiled at her, reaching for your hot chocolate.

you smiled at the sight of how delicious the hot chocolate looked, reaching towards it as if it were gold. to you, it might’ve been.

the second you took that first sip, you sighed in content, melting back into the couch and closing your eyes.

“so, it’s delicious?” alex asked, taking a sip of his own. he blinked in surprise, “okay, wow. this is pretty good. you know, y/n, i think you were onto something when you fell into that hot chocolate obsession.”

“i’m always right,” you grinned, turning your head to look at him.

alex caught his breath at the sight of you. after all these years, and you still managed to make him speechless with just a look.

“always,” he merely agreed.

you smiled triumphantly, going back to your drink. around you, the people whispered — they always whispered the same thing, but you never heard it.

“they’re so cute,” one person would whisper.

“oh, he’s so in love with her,” another would say.

“too bad she doesn’t even know it,” one would sigh.

“she knows it, she just doesn’t realize it,” another would respond. “she doesn’t even realize how in love she is with him.”

and alex would hear it all, and he’d keep his mouth shut. because whether you knew or whether you didn’t wasn’t the question.

the question was whether you’d do anything once you did realize.

iv.

you looked at your caller i.d., trying not to cry at the sight of alex’s face.

even though you saw him a day ago, the sight of him was so comforting to you. especially after the shit day that you were having at work.

“hello,” you answered, wanting nothing more than to hear his voice on the other end of the line.

“hey — wait, what’s wrong?” he asked. you could imagine the furrow in his brow, the exact face he was making as he continued. “are you crying? y/n, are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you promised, taking a deep breath. “it’s just — it’s been a long day alex. i’m happy you called, i needed to hear your voice.”

“anytime,” alex responded immediately. “i’m always here for you, you know?”

“i know,” you smiled to yourself, because he was. “what’s up with you though? why’d you call?”

“i was just calling because i was bored,” he responded a little sheepishly. “i wanted to bother you a bit.”

“instead you’re comforting me,” you laughed a little.

“it’s an honour to do so,” he responded, followed by a small thwack sound. you laughed, imagining him pounding his chest to play the part, even though you couldn’t even see him.

the two of you continued talking for a bit, until you finally ended the call. you took a deep breath, looking at the time on your phone. two more hours, and then you were free.

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you locked the door behind you, placing your bag and keys down. 

you were finally home, and ready to put this long day behind you. except now that you were inside, you could hear some noise from somewhere in your house. music was playing softly and a familiar voice was singing along. the smell of something baking made its way to you — banana bread, you thought happily. after a long day, you needed something like that to cheer you up.

you followed the source of the noise, stopping at the sight of alex in the kitchen making banana bread and singing along to the song. you watched him for a minute, smiling to yourself as he spun around and put on a little show.

when the song ended, you clapped, laughing as alex jumped at the sudden noise.

“bravo, that was beautiful!” you cheered. “encore, encore, encore!”

“ah, as much as ii would love to do so for my wonderful fans, the banana bread i am baking for a very wonderful woman will burn if i don’t take it out now,” he spoke in a posh accent before reaching into the oven, pulling the tray out and setting it to cool.

you looked around at the kitchen, noticing for the first time how spotless it was. you’d left some dishes this morning because you were in a rush, and you were pretty sure you made a mess last night while cooking dinner. you were normally pretty clean, but you were just in a lazy mood these past few days.

“did you clean the kitchen?” you asked alex.

he looked up at you, shrugging to himself, “yeah. when you said you had a bad day, i wanted to make you feel a little bit better. so i came over, cleaned a bit, and cooked.”

“thank you,” you whispered, your heart heavy with too many unspoken emotions.

“you’d do the same for me,” alex shrugged.

it was true. you had done and would continue to do the same thing for him. people often thought you two were just friends, but you were so much more than that. you were everything for the other. alex was the one you’d run to when you got good news or bad news. you were the one alex would find for comfort or to share his joy.

you never questioned it, but you finally realized that somewhere along the way, with the jokes and the laughter and the unbreakable friendship, love had also blossomed.

“y/n?” alex called your name. “are you okay?”

you blinked up at him, realizing that you’d basically zoned out in the middle of the kitchen. lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t know how to reply.

and so you blurted out, “are you in love with me?”

alex froze, staring at you for long enough that you began to wonder if you wildly miscalculated. maybe those lingering gazes and longer than necessary hugs were something you imagined. maybe you two were just friends in his eyes. 

“and if i was?” he asked, he met your eyes, not a hint of hesitation in them. “if i was in love with you for as long as i could remember, longer than i even knew what the word meant? that i’ve been waiting for you to notice for years now? what would you say?”

you looked at him, trying to tell if he was joking. it didn’t look like he was. 

“i’d say why didn’t you tell me years ago?” you responded honestly. “that way, we’d already be past then. and then… and then i’d tell you to kiss me already because i’ve been in love with you for a long time too.”

alex stared at you, trying to figure out if you’d actually just said that. you hear practically the gears turning in his head, you could imagine the questions he was asking himself.

“it’s not a dream,” you smiled, answering his biggest one.

“oh thank god,” he muttered to himself, reaching you in two long strides.

you gasped as his hands grabbed your waist, your own arms reaching up to grab his shirt. without a moment of hesitation, alex leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss just as sweet as the confession.

oh, he’s in love, you thought to yourself with a little smile.

it’s okay, because so were you.

[darkwitch1999]

Hey Darkwitch, I had this idea running around my head. It’s an idea about Marinette getting Akumatized into Protector after hearing about her cousin being bullied? What is your opinion on it? How do you think it will play out?

Ooo! Interesting....loving this idea! I'm already getting a few ideas on how this scenario would play out in the Darkverse....

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Protector Akumatized in the Darkverse AU

Marc used to attend a different middle school before transferring to Collège Françoise Dupont. At his previous school, Marc was ruthlessly bullied by a group of assholes and mean girls for years, and none of the teachers or the principal did anything about it.

Marinette didn't know that Marc was bullied until one day when he confided to her about the bullying. This happened while Marinette was over at Marc's house one day and she found some skirts and a couple of dresses in his closet and tried to encourage Marc to wear them to school sometime.

Marc confides to Marinette the reasons why he got bullied (one of them being that he wore skirts and make-up to school) and while it is painful for him to talk about that he ends up breaking down in tears, he reveals the last act of cruelty that the bullies did to him that made him finally confess to his mothers that he was getting bullied and ultimately lead to him switching schools for the new year (it was really terrible and fucked up FYI).

Marc hates making others feel worried about him so he begs Marinette to not say anything to anyone else as he feels that nothing else can be done and he just wants to leave the past in the past.

Marinette still feels angry and wants justice for her friend, but she relents and promises to not say anything about the bullying after looking at the sheer desperation in the writer's eyes to keep Marc's bullying between them.

Cut to the ice skating rink sometime later (a few days, weeks, or months....I don't know), a group of students from Miss Bustier and Ms. Mendelev's class, including Marc and Marinette, are having a group outing.

Marc and Nathaniel are skating together in the beginner's lane since Nath is not very athletically coordinated with his feet (or legs, arms, hands, etc.) and Marc is too bashful to show off his amazing skating skills (yes, Marc is talented at soccer and skating).

While the comic duo is skating together (or Marc basically holding onto Nathaniel to help the red-headed artist maintain his balance and not fall face first again), Marc hears a familiar laugh off in the distance that immediately makes his blood turn cold.

Slowly and reluctantly, Marc turns his attention to the bleachers where he spots his old bullies Sara Lemieux, Cerise Leroux, Colette Lyon, and Lavender Leyva.

At first the bitch quartet doesn't notice him so Marc tries to ignore them, but hearing their voices and stuck-up laughter starts sending him spiraling towards a panic attack.

At one point, Marc notices that their laughter is getting louder and looks at them again to see that they had noticed him at some point and were mocking him. Colette was dipping Cerise in an embrace as the two of them mockingly exchanged romantic pleasantries that were clearly insults towards Marc and Nathaniel.

Seeing the mockery unfold in front of him, Marc starts having a panic attack, reliving flashbacks from his past trauma from being bullied by them and unintentionally dropping Nathaniel during his panicked state. Nathaniel notices this and while confused, he helps Marc off the ice and sits him down on the bleachers.

The others immediately gathered around, concerned about their friend and wanting to know what was wrong. While Nath is trying to disperse the crowd since he knows they were not helping with Marc's panic attack, Marc's eyes shift toward the "Bitch Quartet", who were now mocking Marc's panic attack.

Cerise and Colette were now fake hyperventilating and acting overdramatically panicked while Lavender and Sara laughed along at their antics.

Marinette notices their mockery and how they were making Marc's panic attack worse and becomes furious. She springs up from her seat to confront them, much to the confusion of her friends, but Marc stops her in her tracks by grabbing hold of her hand with his shaky hand. The writer manages to choke out "Please...no..." as his eyes desperately plead to Marinette to not cause a scene.

Again, Marinette relents but she storms off to the bathroom because she was fuming.

Shadow Moth senses both Marinette's anger and Marc's panic, and while he was tempted to take advantage of Marc's panic attack to akumatize him again, he also couldn't pass up a rare opportunity to akumatize Marinette since she has consistently avoided becoming akumatized in the past.

Shadow Moth: Protector, I am Shadow Moth. Those who have tormented your friend have alluded justice for far too long.

Tikki: (remains hidden from Marinette's sight but tries to stop her) No, Marinette! Please! You must resist!

Shadow Moth: Such horrid, privileged people such as those girls never get their comeuppance, do they? No matter how horrendous their actions are they never face the consequences!

Marinette: (grabs onto her head as she struggles to resist the akumatization) T-They...how do they keep getting away with this?! N-No matter what anyone says or does...they never get what they deserve and they just keep making everyone around them suffer! Even when they aren't even near them anymore!

Tikki: (pleads) Marinette, we'll find a way to fix this. There's always a solution, but this isn't it!

Shadow Moth: I am giving you the power to ensure that those who try to escape justice will suffer the consequences of their actions. From now on, you shall act as their judge, jury, and executioner!

Marinette: (her hands slowly start reaching to cover her ears as she continues to struggle resisting Shadow Moth’s influence) I-I…

Tikki: (desperately begging) Marinette, no! You know this isn’t right! You wouldn’t be seeking justice, you would be seeking revenge! Please! Don’t listen to him!

Marinette: (removes her hands from her ears as her face darkens, her fists clenched) Justice…revenge…what difference does it make anymore?

Tikki: (shocked) No….

Marinette: It doesn’t matter how you define it…all that matters is that those girls are punished for what they have done!

Shadow Moth: Yes! And they will receive their just punishment, with my help of course. All I ask in return is that you bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses! Do we have a deal?

Tikki: Marinette...

Marinette: (unclenches her fists) As long as I'm around to protect, they shall not escape my justice!

(Marinette is engulfed in darkness as she is transformed into Protector, much to the horror of the ladybug Kwami. However, the tiny kwami of creation notices the Ladybug earrings on the floor that Marinette had dropped when she unclenched her fists, quickly picks them up, and flees the bathroom before Marinette's akumatized transformation is complete.)

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For Marinette's akumatization, I believe that she knew that she wouldn't be able to suppress her rage and anger towards those girls for hurting Marc, but she had enough willpower and strength to take off the ladybug miraculous so she wouldn't hand them over to Shadow Moth. Yes, I know that she almost immediately tried to hand over the miraculous when she was almost akumatized in canon, but this is fanon and besides, I think it makes a bit more sense for her to at least try to struggle against being akumatized and using the last bit of her remaining willpower to remove the miraculous so that Tikki could keep them safe and possibly find someone else to be "Ladybug" for a day. Speaking of which, I think that Tikki will most likely either pick Alya to be "Scarabella" or Marc to become the temporary Ladybug Miraculous holder to save Marinette (and unfortunately the Bitch Quartet).

As Protector, I imagine Marinette either having a knight aesthetic with villainous color palettes or perhaps she'll be more like "Princess Justice" with her design, though I think the knight design would be a bit more fitting. Not sure what her powers would be, though I could imagine that they would be something related to knights. She would definitely have a sword and enhanced sword-fighting abilities as well.

Well, that is my take on Protector. What do y'all think? Thanks for the ask, @thetwistedarchives! I had a lot of fun coming up with ideas for this scenario! Hope you enjoy my response.

@thetwistedarchives @nerd-chocolate @artzychic27 @andromeda612 @username8746489 @miraculousfan1232 @imsparky2002 @eternalstarlitwonderland @msweebyness

[dinosaursock]

You know what? Fuck it. I’m a transgender man, I had abdominal phalloplasty with Dr Curtis Cetrulo in Boston. He sold dozens of trans people on a new method of abdominal with all these promises of good sensation, good aesthetics, minimal scarring, and urethral lengthening without an arm graft (which is typically needed in abdo phallo for people who want urethral lengthening). I started having surgery with him in 2021 and had my SIXTH surgery with him early last year. For reference, phallo is often done in 3-4 surgeries, give or take with repairs/revisions and different surgical plans. When I consulted, he told me four surgeries, which then turned to five. And somehow turned to six and I still wasn’t done! I had thick knots of scar tissue and no sensation at all, not to mention I never even had a neourethra constructed. The plan was constantly changing and I made the mistake of trusting him and trusting the process.

In August last year he left Boston and moved to California to continue operating. It doesn’t seem he works on trans people anymore and is no longer offering phalloplasty, and I desperately hope he’s not. It was clear he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, and the urologist was complacent and didn’t have proper training either. Cetrulo was allowed to experiment on us, under the guise that it was a successful and fully developed method of phalloplasty. He was not honest about its completion. And when it started to catch up with him, he abandoned his remaining patients and moved across the country. With NO repercussions for the way he treated us.

Now I’m waiting for a complete redo using a different graft site with a new doctor, who has taken on many of Cetrulo’s former patients.

See this article? It talks about all accomplishments and his innovations for people with skin burns and other injuries requiring microsurgical work. No mention of the transgender people he treated. The dozens of people he lied to and disfigured. What about us? Why does he get to pretended he didn’t ruin the lives of so many people. I am permanently disfigured because of the work he did on me. I have to live with that medical trauma from a man who didn’t really care about me, who dodged questions, and was inconsistent and unreliable.

And why is he getting away with it? This Harvard grad with a superiority complex. Because 1, we’re transgender, and the medical system has a history of failing us. Cetrulo is comparable to Kathy Rumer and Butcher Brown. Bailey Sarian has a video on Dr Butcher Brown, I recommend giving it a watch if you have an interest in true crime. And number 2, the medical boards and medical systems are fucked up.

I want my trans and nonbinary (etc) friends to know what he did to our community. The damage he’s done. And the lack of consequences for his actions. Word of mouth is so so important in LGBT spaces when it comes to medical care, ESPECIALLY in bottom surgery spaces.

🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

[robespapier]

For Fouché Friday, @tierseta, this exchange between Fouché and Robespierre in Gaston Crémieux' Thermidor

Fouché, with grandiloquence Salut to the President of the Convention, To the regenerator of the motherland! Robespierre Enough with your grovelling and fawning! What do you want? Fouché Your bad mood excuses your oversight. I was hoping for a warmer welcome Once you've promised me your sister's hand in marriage. Robespierre I didn't know the darkness of your soul. Fouché I've loved her ardently for a long time. Robespierre It's in vain.

Then Fouché goes "She loves me. Can you really refuse me her hand?" and Robespierre replies "Charlotte loving Fouché! Me, uniting her to his kind!" and goes on a rant about Fouché's crimes in Lyon. In defense of Crémieux, he wrote this in 1871 (in jail, awaiting his execution as a leader of Marseille's Commune) and I guess his source for this was Charlotte's Mémoires?

[bookwyrminspiration]

hey. if you haven't read the A Chorus of Dragons series by Jenn Lyons (highly recommended for high/hard fantasy lovers)

Some of the wording is intentionally a tad misrepresentative simply because its funnier that way, but it's still accurate.

please read a chorus of dragons by jenn lyons. please. i promise I've spoiled like nothing, there's so much context and other happenings missing. i am begging

[sabin1108]

DOS2 OC: Lyon

Finally got myself a new tablet! I decided to test it by drawing Lyon. I promised myself that I would draw more of him, so here it is! :)

I need to practice more for his face, I'm inconsistent with his face :')

[amypihcs]

Almost done. Another bit of patience!

Helloooo people! Later and later, I had to study! So without further ado, let's dive in this chapter!

Holmes is FURIOUS with Stapleton, and maybe also a tiny bit admired. In this moment we see acd FOR ONCE remembering his chronology, but i think it's a stupid choice. I mean, maybe i'm quite too used to granada, but Hound of the Baskervilles makes much more sense with them post hiatus. And you'll bear with me!

Anyway, there's not nothing they could do to avoid Stapleton seeing them, so worrying about it would just be a waste of energy.

And they don't even have any sort of vaguely decent case against him, so there's NOTHING they can do as it is now.

As much as them both would love to arrest him then and there!

They both want a hug, but they can't quite risk it. Not until they are behind closed doors at least.

And in fact, Holmes decides to go with Watson at the Hall. Watson is of course very very approving, also anxious to get some proper supper into his husband.

And Holmes' plan seems complete! HEYYYY sir Henry! Watch doing?

Moping uh? Ah-ha sure sure. You'd have had a DEADLY lively evening! By the by, you know that y'all are all criminals?

Wait what? You kidding?

Nono, not at all. Asking myself if i should arrest y'all right now - quick wink to Watson. - At times i DO approve of criminals!

But only if the crime they commit is, how to phrase it, victimless. Anyway, i basi-

BAAAASICALLY have a plan, pretty serie of portraits! -mumbling something under his breath-

Watson meanwhile is TRYING not to stare at his husband's face. You see, he missed him SO.

Ah! So that one's Sir Hugo, uh? Perfect, supper is great eh?

Supper's over, Sir Henry's going to bed, we should go to, uhm, Holmes? Holmes? The portrait? What's with the bloody portrait now?!

Here he is! Our portrait.

W: But please, my dear, not in your gallery. I should wish to make love to you WITHOUT seeing his face on the wall. -tiny kiss-

And uuuh! Holmes is up early!

SO THIS IS THE WHOLE PLAN??!

I mean, for real? What in the bloody hell? Oh well, a promise is a promise. And, well. You will know what you're doing, no, Holmes? Sure, Bye for now!

eeeeh no, it was just for funsies. Lestrade is arriving, so now ooon toward Mrs Lyons' place!

He did better than you, Watson. We need to admit it!

Ofc, then he just shocked her!

And she had the most reasonable answer! Good girl!

And she seems quite, quite innocent. Poor girl toh. What a shitty situation.

Sending her a hug!

Now we wait for Lestrade.

Then some dinner together until it's time. And we'll see what happens in the next episode!

[sherryewing]

Happy Release Day ~ The Lyon and His Promise!

Any day I can write on my blog that I’m releasing a new book baby into the world is a very good day. In fact this is my 27th published book that includes two still sitting in box sets with the Bluestocking Belles. Yes… it’s a very happy day. It’s my fondest wish that you’ll have one heck of a book hangover come the morning after binging The Lyon and His Promise. This friends to lovers with a…

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Fairy Tail characters in Game of Thrones houses

Natsu - Targaryen or Martell… Targaryen cause dragons duh but he has that dornish rizz

Lucy - Lannister. She does give Tyrell vibes too but she’s literally from a blonde family and her dad was sort of like Tywin in a less war like sense.

Erza - she’s literally just Brienne of Tarth

Gray - Stark… duh. He’s so Jon Snow coded <3

Juvia - Tully. She’s a riverlands girl <3 She’d suit the Greyjoy’s if she stayed evil though.

Wendy - Bear Island (a somewhat sweeter version of Lady Mormont)

Mirajane - I’d love to say Tyrell but there’s no denying she’s a fucking Targaryen lmao

Cana - she’s from Braavos and considers herself a “wine merchant”.

Levy - House Arryn. The veil just kind of suits her vibe.

Gajeel - he’s probably a bastard come on. But would so fight for the brotherhood without banners.

Extras:

- Natsu is the prince who was promised

- Arranged marriage between Gray and Juvia and they genuinely fall in love (aka that one BonneyQ fanfic… this time she’s not from the Twins tho)

- Lyon and Gray were like a Rob and Jon situation. Except I think Ned Stark’s equivalent is obviously Silver Fullbuster.

- Ngl Lyon also gives Theon vibes

- Gray wanted to join the night’s watch but Silver was like no x and married him to Juvia before he could get a chance to leave

- Natsu wanted to eat drink and whore his way into an early grave… until he met Lucy

- Jellal would be their version of the “Kingslayer” - although less incest… but it does set him and Erza up

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CHAPTER ONE: NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Robby Keene x OC!Reader || WC: 1.8K

A/N: The first chapter is here!! Reading this back, I knew it needed to be re-written. Cannot believe I was fifteen when I wrote this story. Forever thankful for all the love on this story! 🥹 Divider by @sweetmelodygraphics <3

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KATHERINE

The rain-soaked cobblestones glistened under the dim streetlights, reflecting the melancholy in my heart. Lyon, once a city of dreams, had become a prison of monotony. The vibrant hues of the French Quarter, once a source of inspiration, now seemed faded, a mirror to my own waning spirit. The aroma of freshly baked croissants and strong coffee, once comforting, now carried the weight of a thousand unspoken words. Even the familiar faces of locals, their warm smiles and knowing nods, had lost their luster.

Placing one single suitcase in the back of the taxi, I paused, a wave of bittersweet nostalgia washing over me. Looking up into the gloomy sky, I made sure to take one last mental picture of the Eiffel Tower, the only view I'd ever miss. A lump formed in my throat as I turned away, my heart heavy with both excitement and trepidation. The familiar streets, once filled with promise, now seemed to stretch into an endless horizon of uncertainty.

"Please reconsider this, Katherine! You're making a huge mistake! This is your life now!" My mother, Sandra, her voice a desperate plea, echoed from the balcony of our modest apartment. Ignoring her cries, I turned my back on the familiar scene and opened the taxi door. Amidst her growing hysteria, I glanced back, a defiant smirk playing on my lips. I was done being her puppet.

As I adjusted my signature Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses and cherry red beret, I stepped into the waiting vehicle, shutting the door with finality. The cool leather seats offering a stark contrast to the warmth I was leaving behind. One last look at the place I’d called home for a decade. No tears. And absolutely no regrets. Just a cold determination. "Get me out of here." I ordered the driver. He grinned, as if silently approving my bold decision.

Thirteen hours and forty minutes later.

My emancipation was still a work in progress, a fragile victory in a life marked by chaos. After the plane touched down, I navigated the mundane routine of baggage claim and customs, my mind already racing towards the sanctuary I hoped to find. My meager belongings were a testament to the financial ruin my mother had wrought, her reckless spending on vices and fleeting relationships leaving little for her child.

I doubted she would have hesitated to sell me off like a worn-out fashion trend had it not been for the meager child support checks from my estranged father. With a sigh, I spotted my faded pink suitcase, its worn corners a symbol of the journeys it had endured. Hauling it out of LAX, I quickly called for an UBER, hoping the address scrawled on a tattered postcard would still lead me to the haven I remembered.

As the UBER wound its way through familiar streets, a flood of childhood memories washed over me. The sight of the iconic palm trees, the scent of salt in the air, and the distant rumble of the ocean instantly brought a smile to my lips. After what felt like an eternity, I arrived at the familiar house, a wave of nostalgia washing over me. Tipping the UBER driver, I retrieved my suitcase from the trunk and approached the front porch, my heart pounding in my chest.

A moment of hesitation passed as I wrestled with a surge of doubt. Pushing aside the negative thoughts, I summoned my courage and rang the doorbell, bracing myself for whatever lay beyond. A few moments later, the door swung open, revealing the face of Daniel LaRusso. The legendary All Valley champion, and as it turned out, my uncle. "Uh, can I help you, young lady?" He inquired, a puzzled expression etched on his face. I stifled a smile, amused by his inability to recognize me. Rather than immediately revealing my identity, I decided to let him guess, eager to witness his reaction.

"Wow, so I leave for ten years and you suddenly forget who I am? I'm hurt," I teased, watching as his expression shifted from confusion to recognition, then to pure joy. Before I could react, he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Oh, Katherine, look at you all grown up," He exclaimed, his voice filled with surprise and warmth. "You should have told us you were coming to visit." A wave of uncertainty washed over me as I contemplated whether to reveal the true purpose of my visit.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I decided to take the plunge. "I was hoping this visit was a little more permanent," I confessed, my voice serious. I couldn't quite decipher the emotions playing across his face, leaving me suspended in a moment of anticipation. "I see," He replied, his voice understanding. "Well, then why don't we talk about that inside?" He offered, taking the suitcase from my hands. I nodded, following him into the house. God, how I missed this place. "Honey, who was at the door?" I heard my Aunt Amanda's voice called out from the kitchen.

As I stepped into the room, my cousin Samantha beat her mother to the punch. "Holy shit! Katherine, you're back!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise and excitement. I nodded, a genuine smile spreading across my face as my cousin embraced me tightly, a comfort I hadn't realized I'd been missing. "I'm back," I confirmed, holding her a little tighter. "It's so good to see you." Amanda was quick to join the embrace, offering the maternal warmth I'd longed for.

In that moment, I realized how much I'd missed this family, this sense of belonging. After a flurry of hugs and excited chatter, I settled into a chair at the kitchen table, a wave of apprehension washing over me. I dreaded the conversation that lay ahead, hoping my emotions weren't as transparent as I feared. Just as I was contemplating my next move, Anthony, the youngest LaRusso, burst into the room. Dropping his iPad, he lunged at me, knocking the wind out of me with a powerful hug.

I suspected Anthony missed me the most, or perhaps he was planning a surprise attack under the guise of a friendly hug. "What do you say, Cuz, a quick game of Pokémon Go or Fortnite for old time's sake?" He asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why don't you go play? I need to talk to your mom and dad for a few minutes," I replied, earning a competitive glare before he dashed off to his room.

My gaze shifted to Amanda and Daniel, and then to Samantha, who offered a reassuring squeeze of my arm. "Did you tell your father that you were here?" My uncle inquired, his voice laced with concern. As if it wasn't obvious by now, Louie LaRusso Jr. was my father. The truth was, I'd lost all contact with him during the tumultuous events of my life. As for my mother, she has had a deep-seated hatred for the LaRusso's. From a young age, she tried to poison my mind against them, but her attempts were futile.

Determined to break free from her influence, I started working at fifteen and saved every penny to leave and eventually return to LA. To my real home. Shaking my head, I snapped out of my reverie and focused on the concerned expressions of Daniel and Amanda. "No, he has no idea I'm here," I replied, not missing the sigh of frustration from Daniel. "And, I'm pretty sure if I walked next to him on the street, he wouldn't even recognize me," I scoffed, a bitter taste lingering in my mouth.

From their expressions, I could tell they'd connected the dots. I pursed my lips, bracing myself for their reaction. "Kat-" Amanda began, but I cut her off. Nervous energy propelled me forward, and I launched into a rapid-fire explanation. It was a defense mechanism, a way to control the narrative before anyone else could. "Believe me, I didn't come here for your money or a free place to stay. I've saved enough for a small apartment in the Valley or Reseda, and I should have enough left over to enroll in my sophomore year of high school."

Both my aunt and uncle exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions softening into a proud smile. "I may not be your direct family, but believe me when I say it, Katherine, you're staying here, whether you like it or not," Daniel declared, his tone firm. I opened my mouth to protest, but Amanda was quick to cut me off. "We have the room, and I know both Sam and Anthony would love to have you here," She said, her voice gentle yet leaving no room for further argument.

I glanced at Samantha, who was beaming at me, her eyes pleading with me to accept their offer. After a moment of internal debate, I caved, knowing that there was no point of arguing with them. "Okay, fine, but when I have enough money, I'm paying you all back," I insisted, crossing my arms in frustration. My uncle chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "We'll talk about that later," He said, dismissing my concerns with a wave of his hand.

"Now, why don't you unpack in the guest room across from Sam's? I'm sure you know the way." I nodded, giving them both a heartfelt hug and thanking them profusely. Daniel gently nudged me out of the kitchen, a knowing smile on his face. As I opened the door to the familiar guest room, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The same pictures still adorned the plain white walls: me and Samantha, Amanda and Daniel, the day Anthony was born, and a photo of my parents.

I set down my suitcase and picked up the frame closest to me, a smile spreading across my face. It was a photo from my fourth birthday, a day at Disneyland. I was sandwiched between Jasmine and Aladdin, my parents beaming with pride in the background. We were the perfect family, happy and carefree. Determined to hold back the tears, I gently placed the photo back and changed into my pajamas, deciding to deal with the emotional turmoil in the morning.

Plugging in my phone, I wandered around the house, nostalgia pulling me in. The pool room, once my sanctuary, was exactly as I remembered it. Uncle Dan's karate space, untouched by time. A pang of longing hit me as I realized how long it had been since I'd practiced. A particular photo caught my eye, a reminder of the stories my uncle would tell Samantha and me about his Sensei Miyagi. Though I never met the man, his spirit ignited a passion for karate within me.

As I admired the photo, Samantha walked in, interrupting my thoughts. Her gaze fell upon the picture, and a warm smile spread across her face. "I'm so glad you're back," She began, her voice filled with genuine happiness. "Welcome home, Kat." I turned to face her, returning her smile. "It's good to be back, Sam," I replied, a sense of peace washing over me. Being back, surrounded by familiar faces and cherished memories, truly felt like coming home.

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Champion

Alessia Russo x Reader

Summary: You're riding a high and make sure to keep it going

The minutes on the clock were ticking down and you shifted on your feet.

Everything depended on this match and with Bayern Munich only up by one goal, it was up to you to make sure it stayed that way.

You hadn't had much to do during the first half but, after an early goal from Georgia in the second half, Lyon had begun to put on the pressure. You knew that you had certainly lucked out with your Champions League fixtures this year, with Lyon knocking out Barcelona in their semifinal match so you didn't have to go up against Bonmati, Guijarro and Putellas (who all frankly scared you to pieces) but by no means, was this final an easy match.

Twelve minutes of extra time had been added after Pernille went down with a calf injury halfway through the current half.

Your heart pounded as you watched a quick one-two from Van De Donk to Horan, who immediately began to sprint up the wing. You readied yourself in your box as there was a quick pass to Hegerberg, who slipped between your defenders and took a shot.

You grabbed it from the air, the power from the kick almost taking the breath out of you.

"Come on!" You yelled out your joy," Come on! Try me! I dare you!"

The Munich supporters went wild at your save and you spared a look up at the big screen that showed the friends and family box. Your parents were going wild but your focus was on your girlfriend.

Alessia was jumping up and down, screaming in joy. She looked absolutely stunning in your keeper kit and you had to tear your eyes away from her to roll the ball to Magda.

Your high from the save didn't last long when, seconds before extra time ended Lyon was awarded a penalty after Tuva took down someone in the box.

Hegerberg came to take it, looking at you with eyes that promised that she wouldn't miss like last time.

Your throat bobbed for a moment before you took your position on your line.

You knew that match was over the moment the ball left her foot. You couldn't explain how or why you knew, you just did.

The ball soared towards the top left corner and you leapt for it, stretching up before your glove curled around it and came to secure it to your chest.

The stadium erupted into cheers as you celebrated, running from your goal with the ball before booting it clear across the pitch.

You felt Georgia at your back, crashing into you before getting dog-piled by everyone.

It took a while to be released but, when you did, you didn't wait around to celebrate more. You passed Georgia, who had slipped onto the bench and pressed something very familiar into your hand, and headed with a single-minded purpose to the stands.

Fans called your name but you did nothing but give them smiles and waves before you finally came to a stop in front of your favourite fan.

Alessia smiled at you, cupping your tear-stained cheeks as emotions overwhelmed your body. "Hi, baby. That was a good game."

You nodded mutely before tugging off your gloves, throwing them aimlessly into the crowd before wrapping your arms around Lessi's waist and pulling her onto the pitch.

You both fell back at the action, lying on the pitch before bursting into laughter.

The fans screamed when you kissed, remaining where you had fallen with no concern in the world.

"My baby," She said fondly as she pressed another kiss to your lips," Best keeper in the Champions League. Congrats on your clean sheet."

You laughed, riding your high of adrenaline with pride. "What can I say?" You teased," Safest hands in the league too."

"You're silly," She said when you finally rose to your feet.

Celebrations were still going on around you as the officials rushed to set up the stage for the medal ceremony but nothing could quite compare to the woman in front of you.

"I'm very silly," You agreed," But you love me for it?"

"I love you for everything you do." Alessia grinned at you.

"Then I hope you'll love me for what I'm about to do now." You dropped down onto your knee and revealed the ring box Georgia had pressed into your hand earlier. "Alessia, I may have just won the Champions League but there's only one thing I want right now. Make me be the happiest person here...Marry me?"

Alessia didn't even reply to you. She grabbed you by the front of your jersey and tugged you towards her, crashing your lips together and resting your foreheads against each other.

"Was that a yes?" You laughed even as you slowly slid the ring onto her finger.

Her hand dipped into her pocket and pulled out her own ring box. "What do you think?"

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Episode 6: More thoughts on Gator & Roy’s relationship

I need comfort fic of Gator being held down and given a safe space to break. lol. Fuck I may have to write it. Anyway, more thoughts and brain vomit after last nights episode. Warning for spoilers through episode 6.

Gator has decided to pit himself against Ole Munch and I am increasingly worried for his safety lol. This is undoubtably not going to end well. The heartbreaking thing is he’s doing it all for a man who has made him believe he isn’t worth anything if he doesn’t perform up to standard. Roy is a bastard. Let me just get that off my chest. Dude can’t catch a bullet fast enough.

Lorraine humiliated him and defied his authority, so he ruined her deal with the banker (Vivian). What’s interesting is the method of intimidation he uses. It’s as much psychological as physical. He isolates him and then rips the clothes from his body, in public, to prove his mastery. Vivians's connections, his money, none of it will save him. Roy can take whatever he wants and if Vivian doesn’t listen, it’ll be his life. For now, just his shirt.

We also saw a taste of what Dot told us about him last episode. While getting a haircut from his wife a Lyon Motors commercial comes on, and Roy becomes visibly angered at the sight of Wayne. When his wife Karen accidentally nicks him he slaps her before giving her an impatient lecture, and it’s obvious this isn’t the first time he’s struck her. And from the way Roy talks about “breaking a woman” and the photos in Dot’s file that we see at the end of the episode, we know he won’t hesitate to brutalize his wives.

I get so sick to my stomach imagining what growing up with this man would have been like. Things got kind of interesting when Gator arrived to tell him they’ve finished working over “Wayne” in the barn. After watching Roy assault his wife so casually, it was particularly poignant to watch the way Gator tip-toes around him. He talks the talk of a big man, independent and in control, but he behaves just like Karen - like a battered wife.

He tip-toes around Roy’s mood, reinforces his delusions and adjusts his speech and behavior at the first sign of displeasure to try and keep Roy happy and calm. When Roy lashes out in contempt to knock his feet off the table Gator flinches and lunges like he’s expecting something worse to happen and is caught off guard/relieved when it doesn’t.

Many people spank their kids, but we can only imagine the ways that Roy considers it appropriate to discipline an unruly child. While I 1000% believe Gator has been hit by his father before, it’s obvious that Gator isn’t used to being a failure in his eyes either.

The true hold Roy has over everyone in his life is mental. Manipulation and psychological torment are his first means of controlling others and pain is just a tool he uses to reinforce the message.

This obsession that Gator has with being a “winner” comes from Roy, who has made him believe that his value, usefulness, and not to mention safety come from measuring up to Roy’s expectations. And before now, Gator has been a golden child. But now that he’s on a losing streak and Roy is leaving bodies in his wake, Gator’s first instinct is to convince Roy that this is just a fluke by reminding him of his past success as an athlete in high school. My apologies to Gator lol, for previously assuming that his estimation of his own future in football was self-inflated.

We now know that Gator was an all state Quarterback. Which basically means that at one point in time Gator was recognized as the best high school QB in his state. He went from having a real possible future in football and getting out from under Roy, to being a washed-up henchman. He clearly still idolizes the version of himself who was on top of his game and that Roy could depend on to win. And whether he can admit it or not, he loaths the “sad puke” they both know he is now. He essentially promises Roy he can get back to being that guy, and he thinks that preventing the trouble he can sense Ole is about to start will right the wrongs of the past.