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[tresjoline]

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Jessie's Girl II

Jessie Fleming x Hardersson!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Talia meets Jessie

You weren't the biggest fan of exhibition matches, especially when they were in a different country.

The time difference between Spain and Canada was about six hours and you were exhausted when the plane finally landed. It was a quick turn around between the plane ride to the match, barely a day so you had to get over your jet lag quickly.

But, still Barcelona was Barcelona and you won the match by a large margin, a combination of Talia up front and you between the sticks.

You shake the hands of the opposing players before making your way over to the stands.

You'd spotted her earlier, even before she'd appeared on the big screen.

You handed over your shirt.

Former Canada captain, Jessie Fleming take it from you.

She smiles at you, the same smile from your childhood. She hugs you too, the same hug from your childhood as well.

"Hey, superstar," She jokes and you grin.

"Hi, Jessie."

She pulls on your Barcelona shirt. In your time on the Sweden team, you haven't played against Canada yet but you promised Jessie a shirt of yours when you were younger.

You hope a Barcelona one will tie her over until you can give her your Sweden one.

"You looked good out there," She says," Very sure of yourself."

"Well," You say, a light dusting of pink over your cheeks," I am a professional." You can't stop smiling at her. "What are you even doing here?"

"Well." She's leaning on the barrier as your teammates mill around signing things. "When I heard Barcelona were coming to town, I couldn't just stay away. Besides, your mothers told me some interesting news."

Your brow furrows in confusion, a little crinkle appearing between them. "What news?"

"How is your love life going?"

Your cheeks flush deeply and your eyes dart to Natalia, who is signing some little boy's shirt.

"Do you want to meet her?"

You drag her over quickly, pulling Talia by the hand. You don't know why you're so nervous. It's just Jessie but she was important to you when you were younger and you want her to impressed with your choices.

You really want her to like Talia.

"This is my girlfriend," You say," Natalia."

Jessie holds out her hand.

Talia shakes it.

"So," Jessie says," You're the one that stole her from me."

"What?"

You groan loudly and contemplate giving yourself a concussion just to get out of this interaction. "Please stop."

"No," Talia says, eyes darting between you and Jessie," What's going on? I don't get it."

Jessie laughs. "When she was younger-"

"Must you tell everyone this? I was a kid!"

"-She had a crush on me. Flowers. Opening doors. Naps on the bus. The whole works."

Talia turns to look at you. "Where are my flowers? How are you more smooth as a kid than you are now?"

Jessie's face lights up in delight and that concussion is looking more and more tempting.

"I think there's still videos up from when she was younger. She was such a little sweetheart."

Talia pokes you teasingly in the shoulder. "What happened, huh? All smooth and suave as a kid and then you've turned into this?"

You flash her a grin. "But I thought you like me all oblivious?"

Talia's hand brushes over your shoulder fondly. "I do," She says," But I just think if we'd met as kids then we wouldn't have had to do all this dancing around. Who knows, we might have already been married by now?"

"You'd have to get the blessing of my mothers first."

Talia already has both Pernille and Magda's blessing. Not that you know that. She's got their blessing. She's got a ring.

It would look perfect on your finger.

But now's not the right time, not when you've still got a season to finish.

Soon though.

As soon as possible.

"Good luck with that," Jessie says but the spark in her eyes tells Talia all that she needs to know," Magda's a tough cookie to crack."

"Morsa's a sweetheart really," You say," She just likes to pretend she's tough." You shiver a little, the wind blowing against your shirtless skin.

"Go in and change," Talia says," You're freezing."

"But-"

"Go on," Jessie insists," We'll talk some other time."

You don't really want to go, that much is obvious but you're shivering like a wet cat so you go in to get some warm clothes on.

Jessie turns to Natalia.

"Magda told me," She says," That you're planning to propose."

"Yes. I am."

"Good. Pernille and Magda hold you in high regard."

Talia knew that about Pernille. Magda, less so. "They do?"

Jessie nods. "They think you're very well suited to each other."

"Thank you."

As Talia moves to join you in the locker room, she grins to herself.

Magda thinks she's well suited to you. Magda holds her in high regard.

Talia's never going to let her live it down

[alexbkrieger13]

Too lazy to find the ask. Yday an anon refused to watch M's & P's show bc of Rapinoe. I find her annoying too but didn't let it stop me from watching Hardersson interacting with each other, reacting and hear what they had to say. Rapinoe wasn't that bad and made some good points even. She showed a slightly different side I hadn't seen before behind the obnoxious cockiness. Lesson of the day: never write off someone because you find them annoying. You might learn something and gain new insights.

Very good lesson. Glad you watched it

I think when you get Pinoe talking about LGBTQ issues I do find people have fewer issues with her overall. You can tell she cares deeply about the subject and is also willing to admit that she's learning like the rest of us

The US players can come off as cocky and obnoxious at times and yea i can understand why people don't like them but its also good as you said to not write them off cause you can gain some new insights

[fancybelieverdinosaur]

Aww how cute! That's some real Hardersson family interaction going on in the comments to Zecira's post. Pernille is absolutely thrilled with the pic of the newest addition and Magda. Big sister Frido hasn't commented though. You don't think she's a bit... jealous the little one gets most of their parents attention for the time being? instagram(.)com/p/CNR1AzUDyoQ/

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To be honest Zecira seems to be like so funny person and I cant wait to learn more about her. 😂

[erika---k]

I don't think they will do another Q&A. Magda is going to be busy with Olympics prep and they are both going to be spending time catching up with friends and family who they haven't seen in a year. P also could potentially be doing commentary on the mens Euros in June/July so I honestly think they are going to be rather busy. The Q&A's before have only happened when they have been particularly bored shut up in lock down for an extended period of time without football, I doubt they will do another one instigated by themselves for a while but it could be an organisation they are affiliated with might encourage them to do one for an insta takeover potentially. I also think with all the media abuse lately that they are being more selective with social media interactions and so it might be easier just to not do one and prevent weird messages.

Also one thing I will say (this could just be me), but there are quite a few fan accounts on insta that either clip together private clips of them into videos or post things such as in the incorrect hardersson quotes which in some ways are fine to keep to Tumblr but to tag them in them feels a little weird if they then look through the photos they are tagged in. So in some ways I'd rather they didn't do the Q&A to prevent the break down of everything they answer and just keep posting when they want to.

Yes, I agree that even if they don’t have matches and all of that and have a little more time it’s of course a very different situation now than on those two occasions they did the q & a. There is a lot of other things to do again now so it’s not the same degree of boredom.

And well, of course the more private content that’s not just limited to their football playing is out there the more people might also get interested in that and write or do stuff that night also feel a little weird sometimes. So, sure, they will have to find a balance and maybe become a little more private to prevent stuff like that if they feel uncomfortable with it even when they are aware how important it is for many people to see a relationship like theirs.

As much as I understand that some of the attention might also be a little much I still hope for another q & a at some point. They have every possibility to choose questions to answer that don’t seem too intrusive.

[theroleofimagination]

Hey =) first of all I really like your blog! I found some hardersson-content on german tv. Skip to the minutes 1:57:14, 1:57:53, 1:58:03 (they hug each other), 1:59:33 (photo of magda, magda's sister and pernille) 2:00:00(cute hurtig and lantz moment), 02:03:03 (a lot of talking and heart eyes from pernille), 02:03:20. I think they cut away when they kissed =( but at least some cute interaction between them. Is there a way to send you the link? I can't put it in here...

Aw thanks, glad you like it :)

Thank you so much - I got the link from your submission and am downloading it now (was able to get it with a VPN).

I'll try to cut out the Sweden celebrations with all the Hardersson content etc so everyone can enjoy it.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Allergies II

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adeventures Universe

Summary: You have another allergic reaction

In all honesty, you didn't really think it was that serious.

Nutrition meetings at Barcelona were a lot more in depth than what you were used to at Arsenal. They took ages and were full of information that would probably be interesting if you actually cared but, alas, nutrition had never been as interesting to you as other subjects so you tended to just zone out.

You were handed a new smoothie with some kind of new protein powder in or something you would have known if you actually listened.

You drank it.

That's when things start to get weird.

The nutritionist continues to drone on and you frown, scratching at your neck.

You stare down at your bottle for a moment as your throat goes all scratchy and intense.

You force yourself to swallow before glancing around.

Your throat gets a bit tighter.

No one else seems to be having such a reaction so you unscrew the top of your bottle to peer inside. You sniff the mixture before standing up.

You can feel people watch as you make your way over to the first aid kit at the front of the room. Your throat has fully closed up now and you know that you're turning alarmingly red and probably breaking out in hives.

Honestly, you feel a little bit shocked how you're even conscious right now but you grab your epipen and stab it into your leg.

"Banana," You say plainly," I can't eat that."

Even with the adrenaline now pumping through your system, you slide your way down the wall to sit on the floor, breathing in deeply.

The room erupts into chaos the moment you sit down.

The medical staff come in to check your blood pressure and your throat and the expiration date of your epipen. The nutritionist leading the session is going absolutely ballistic yelling at one of her assistants for not checking the allergy sheets before making and handing out the smoothies.

Talia looks close to tears as she forces her way towards you, practically shoving some of the medics away. "Are you okay? Is it bad? Do I need to call your mums?"

"No! Don't call my-"

Talia's already gone out into the hall, phone pressed up against her ear.

You wonder which one of your mothers she has in her contacts.

Surely not Morsa because she's still in that stage where she's pretending to hate your girlfriend but you can't remember your Momma and Talia interacting enough to have swapped numbers and you know for certain that you weren't one to hand out people's numbers without explicit permission.

As the medics fuss and the nutritionist yells, the team also gather around to check that you're alright but you just give them a gallant shrug.

"I'm fine," You say," The epipen did its work."

"I think I'd prefer if you take the day off," The head of the medical team says," Just to be safe. You can come back tomorrow."

You know better than to argue with him so you just nod with a little sigh of annoyance.

"I can take her home," Talia says as she re-enters the room," I've got her."

"I can take a taxi home," You insist.

You and Talia drive in together so only one car is used. If you go home in that car now then she'll have to get a taxi in the middle of rush hour.

"I'll take you home," Talia says," Coach can spare me at training today. Someone's got to make sure you actually follow medical advice."

You roll your eyes. "I swear you've been hanging out with my Momma behind my back." You take the hand she offers to help you stand. "You sound just like her."

You end up back home fairly quickly, curled up on the sofa and practically forced to take a nap.

Prins joins you, curled up in the bend of your knee. Reina settles on the top of the sofa behind your head, completely stretched out and at ease with herself while Kung manages to wiggle himself between your arms to nap there.

You don't know how long you nap for but it must be a while because the sun is setting when you wake up and you can smell Talia cooking up your favourite pasta dish in the world.

You sit up.

You've definitely been sleeping for a while because Reina has migrated to her cat tree, poking her head out of the cave to watch Kung bounce around the floor in outrage at not being allowed up there with her.

Prins has taken Kung's place between your arms and his tongue rolls out of his mouth in a semblance of a dopey smile when he notices you awake, his tail beginning to wag happily.

"Hi, little man," You say, gently scratching between his ears," Did you keep me company?"

Prins' tail wags even more fiercely than before.

"Didn't want to leave your side."

You jolt, shrieking and Prins whines a little.

"Morsa! What are you doing here?!"

"Talia called your Momma," Morsa says, tucking the blanket more firmly around your body," Your allergies acted up."

"I dealt with it," You insist," You didn't have to fly out."

"Yes, we did," Morsa replies," Because if we waited for you to tell us, it would take weeks!"

You puff out your cheeks. "I wouldn't want to worry you over something so silly."

"Are you calling your allergies silly again?" Momma says. She enters with two plates worth of food and you sit up.

Prins leaps down to wander over to his own dog bed. Seeing him lying there, Kung wanders over, jumping up onto Prins' back to finish napping there as Reina ducks her head back into her cave.

"No, Momma," You mumble, accepting your food as Morsa takes a seat on the armchair and Momma to the left of you, leaving an empty space for Talia, who also brings out food for herself and Morsa before taking her own seat.

"Are you feeling better, mi vida?" She asks," You look better."

You nod. "I feel fine. My leg aches a little but that's expected."

"We'll put an icepack on it once we've finished eating. Prins was very worried about you."

Prins raises his head at the mention of his name, tail wagging.

"He's good boy."

Morsa grins from across the room. "I knew getting you a dog was a good idea."

Momma scoffs. "You told me that we should have gotten her a fish."

Morsa coughs to clear her throat and mumbles," Don't lie, Pernille."

"You wanted to get me a fish?" You laugh in disbelief," And you say Rocky is the most disappointing pet in the world."

"Are you really saying your pet rock is more exciting than a fish?"

"Am I?" You pretend to think for a moment. "Yes. Yes, I am."

[woso-dreamzzz]

Arguments II

Alexia Putellas x Hardersson!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your first argument

You weren't really one to argue.

You didn't enjoy confrontations. You didn't like yelling.

But you knew this was where it was heading.

Talia stewed in the driver's seat all the way home, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel.

This wasn't how you wanted her to find out.

You had been lucky, you think. You and Talia didn't argue. You had disagreements over silly things over when to feed the pets and whose turn it was to do the laundry.

But you knew, just by looking at the way Talia's jaw clenched that this was heading toward an argument.

You prepare yourself.

It happens almost as soon as the apartment door is closed.

"Lyon?!" She demands," Really, Lyon?!"

It wasn't the best way for Talia to find out, you can admit that. It wasn't that you were trying to keep it a secret. It was that you were told not to talk about it while the details were worked out.

You sigh. "I'm sorry but-"

"I thought you were happy here!" Talia interrupts," At Barcelona. In Spain. With me!"

"I am!"

"You're leaving!" Talia yells," You're leaving!"

"I'm not!" You snap back, hands clenching into fists as you dig your nails into your palm.

Talia scoffs. "Oh, forgive me if I'm wrong but Lyon is in France, yes?! So, yeah, y/n, you're leaving!"

"You're blowing this out of proportion!" You stand chest to chest with her.

You're practically the same height as her now so you're both yelling straight in each other's face.

(You have to concentrate as to not connect your lips to hers because it's unfair just how attractive she is while yelling).

The loan to Lyon had come out of nowhere, as was most emergency loans. It was a string of bad luck for the French team, their keepers dropping like flies until all that was left was two academy players who had never played for the senior team.

You, on the other hand, were twenty-one years old already with six years experience and a world cup win under your belt. You were a proven winner and Lyon were willing to throw an extortionate amount of money at Barcelona to get you on loan.

They offered you bonuses that was bordering on more zeros at the end of a number than you'd ever seen.

Lyon had been knocking on the door when your agent let clubs know you were leaving Arsenal. It had been a toss up between them and Barcelona.

But you chose Barcelona and they still kept knocking.

You agreed to the loan though, if only to get experience in a different league.

"If you want to leave," Talia yells," Then there's the door!"

"Oh, yeah? Well maybe I will!"

"Go on then!"

"Fine!

"Fine!"

You whistle as you make it to the door, crouching down to clip on Prins' leash before storming out into the hallway.

You choose to take the stairs instead of the elevator, working out some of your frustration on the way.

Prins' leash gets clipped onto your belt loop and you take off on a controlled jog around the neighbourhood.

Talia calls you.

You ignore it.

She call you again.

You don't want to continue this argument.

You turn off your phone.

You keep jogging, your feet pounding onto the pavement.

Prins runs next to you happily. He's always been able to keep up on your morning runs and a random afternoon run doesn't seem to faze him either.

Your mind runs just like your feet as you overthink all of your little interactions in the argument earlier. You wonder, briefly, if this means you and Talia have broken up now.

You hope not.

You're not sure how you would cope if Talia broke up with you over this.

Your running slows to a walk as you make your way to the beach. You sit on the sand and just stare out across the sea.

Prins whines a little bit, stamping his feet on the ground.

"Sorry," You say, unclipping his leash so he can run," There you go."

He doesn't though. He just whines a bit more, shuffling closer until his snout is pressed up against your face.

You smile.

"Thanks, Prins," You say, tearfully," You're a good boy."

His tail wags happily.

"He is a good boy."

You nearly burst into tears are hearing a familiar voice behind you.

"Hi, Alexia."

"Hi."

She sits down next to you and you bury your face in Prins' fur, not wanting her to see you cry.

"Nat's worried," Alexia says," She's calling everyone to see where you've gone."

"I turned off my phone. I didn't want to argue anymore."

Alexia frowns. "You argued with each other? That doesn't sound right."

"She was very angry," You whisper, turning on your phone in your pocket.

Alexia can just hear you over the roar of the sea. You've still got your head buried against Prins so your words are muffled.

"She's not angry anymore," Alexia says," She's very, very worried. You've been gone for nearly two hours."

That doesn't sound right, you think but when you fish out your phone, Alexia's right.

You've been running for nearly two hours since the argument.

"Oh."

Alexia chuckles. "Yeah, oh. You've had people looking for you. I think Nat even called your parents."

"I didn't want her to worry. I just wanted to stop arguing," You mumble.

"That's okay," Alexia assures you," But maybe you should shoot her a text telling her where you are so she doesn't worry anymore, huh?"

"Okay."

You text Talia your whereabouts.

There's silence for a long while between you both, nothing but the ocean and occasionally Prins shuffling around to get comfortable.

The sun is setting when Alexia speaks again.

"What were you arguing about?"

"I'm moving to Lyon," You say and Alexia jolts.

"What?" She asks in disbelief," Why? Does Barcelona not make you happy anymore?"

You give her an odd look. "No, it does, but staying out for one season wouldn't do any harm. Lyon has no keepers. Barcelona has two others plus that La Masia girl."

"The one that's always following you around?"

"I think it's sweet. She's good." You shrug. "I'll be back next year anyway."

"Wait..." Alexia blinks a few times. "What do you mean you'll be back next year?"

"It's only a loan," You reply," They're..." Your face goes red. "Lyon's offering the club a lot plus a bonus for me." You're sure that you resemble a tomato right now. "It's a lot of money. Enough to pay for a house in cash. Talia mentioned about maybe finding a place for ourselves."

"You want to buy Nat a house?"

"Well, I want to buy us a house." You frown. "Sorry...is it too early in a relationship to consider that? My Morsa said she was envisioning a house with Momma within the first month."

"No!" Alexia assures you," It's sweet. You're sweet, y/n, but I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding."

You turn to look at her. "A misunderstanding? Over what?"

She doesn't get to answer because a body crashes into you and a phone is shoved into your face.

"I found her!" Talia exclaims," I've got her! I've got her!"

On the phone screen is your mothers, both pressed up against each other as they stare.

"Don't do that!" Morsa immediately jumps into a lecture. "Do you know how worried we were?! We called you so many times! We thought you were dead in a ditch!"

"I had Prins with me." It's a weak defence and you know it but you have to at least try. "He wouldn't let anything happen to me."

"Princesse, I love you but your dog is as dumb as a pile of bricks," Morsa says," But I'm glad you're okay."

"You can go to France," Talia says quickly," Not that you need my permission but if you want to go then go. I'm sorry that I yelled. If you want to leave Barcelona then go but-"

"Leave?" You repeat," I'm not leaving. I'm just going on loan."

If you weren't still a little worried about Talia breaking up with you then you'd find the shocked look on her face comical.

"What?"

"It's just a loan," You say," I...erm...They're willing to give me a lot of money for it. I thought, maybe, we could use it to get a house."

"I...You...We...You want to get a house with me?"

"I mean...er, if you want that too. I know that-"

You don't get to finish because Talia drops her phone to pull you into a kiss.

"Yes, I want to get a house with you."

[woso-dreamzzz]

School

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You have a bad first day

The school is fancy.

It's private (the only one that Magda and Pernille could find on short notice) and you get put into a fancy uniform.

Magda thinks that a school blazer is too much for such a little girl to be wearing but it was the uniform policy so she bought it. You look incredibly grown up, perhaps too grown up for the little baby that used to sleep in her arms and cry when she hid your dummy.

Now though, she's the one crying.

"Magda," Pernille whispers," Smile. You're going to make her cry too."

Magda doesn't really think you need her help for that. You cling to her hand tightly, scuffing the ground with your fancy new shoes. You flinch every time a child goes past you and you worry your bottom lip with your teeth.

Magda puts on the biggest, fakest smile she can manage and tries to look encouraging.

You give her a weak smile back before shuffling forward and then back towards her again.

"Hallo!" A stern looking woman says from the classroom door.

"Hallo," You whisper back.

Magda stiffens when the woman gives you an odd look. She knows why though. You speak German very well but on certain words, you have the tiniest of accents and it's clear that this woman picks up on it.

Magda tightens her grip on you as Pernille talks to the teacher.

"Hey," She says," I love you."

You look towards the classroom where kids your age are running about and screaming.

"Don't want to," You whisper," Morsa, I don't want to."

"I know," She says," I don't want you too either but we're both going to be very brave and get through today."

"No," You say," No, I don't want to be brave. I want to go home." The little crinkle in your brow appears and your bottom lip wobbles.

"It's okay," Pernille joins you both now, cupping your face and smoothing out your crinkle," Just a few hours and then we'll pick you up and we'll go back to training."

You sniffle. "I want to go to training now."

"I know," Pernille says," But you've got school first."

You huff and look back at the classroom and the stern lady waiting for you.

"The sooner you start school, the sooner you can leave," Morsa promises you and that's enough to get you moving.

Two hours into your school day, you decide that you don't like it at all.

Your classmates are mean and the little boy who sits next to you pulls your hair and spits. It's very gross.

Your teacher isn't nice either. You don't think she likes you either. She's kind of mean and speaks very quickly to you as if to catch you out with something.

Your German is good and Momma and Morsa have been teaching you to read at home but it's a little slower reading in German than your other languages.

You know you can read Swedish and Danish well because Momma and Morsa focus on that at home and you can read English too because sometimes Jessie and Niamh would help you while you sat on the bench with them.

You didn't really have anyone to read German with but you know how to read in your other languages so it's kind of the same and all you need to do is sound out the words.

You don't know why she's picking on you because everyone else is struggling too. It's not your fault.

"We speak German here. Not English," She says a bit spitefully but, strangely, in English when you pass her for breaktime.

That makes an icky feeling appear in your stomach and you sit by yourself at break on the playground.

Your other classmates seem to have picked up on the weird atmosphere your teacher has created around you because nobody comes to play with you.

You've never really had much interaction with kids your age so you're not too sure whether you should invite yourself into someone else's game or wait for them to invite you. You don't want to make people not like you more.

So, you sit at the very edge of the playground and dig at some weeds with a stick. You want to go and play football with the boys but you saw them turn away another girl who wanted to play earlier so you stay far away.

Your day doesn't really get better because after break your teacher is still very mean and she gets an annoyed and somewhat angry look on her face when you burst into tears.

She sends you by yourself to the reception lady, who takes one look at you and gives you tissues to dry your face before calling Momma and Morsa.

The receptionist woman is nice and you wish she was your teacher instead of the mean woman because she shares half her chocolate bar with you while you wait.

Momma and Morsa come quickly, still in their training kits and you burst back into tears all over again.

You curl yourself into Momma and sob. "Don't want to do school anymore," You choke out," Don't make me. No more!"

Momma hushes you softly, tucking you into her so you have some semblance of privacy. She picks you up too as Morsa spits venom at the poor reception lady who, quite graciously, accepts it in her stride.

"So mean," You explain to Momma as you both sit in the car," She's so mean. Momma, she's picking on me." You tug off your blazer and pull at your shirt. "I don't want to go back."

"I know you don't," Momma says," But-"

"No!"

Morsa opens the door and slams herself into her seat in annoyance. "That foul, foul, pathetic excuse for a teacher," She bites out," I told you, didn't I, Pernille? That I got bad vibes off her?!"

"I know, Magda," Momma says quietly," Let's just get back to training and discuss it tonight..." She jerks her head towards you and you know that means this conversation will be had when you're in bed and asleep.

You wish they would include you but you also know that this conversation will be long and boring with lots of adult topics that will probably get confusing.

"Hey," Morsa says, wiggling your knee as Momma starts the car," We're going to head back to training. Your gloves are in your practice bag, if that will make you feel better?"

You nod.

That would make you feel better.

[woso-dreamzzz]

I love the little snippets of Jessie and Child!Reader Hardersson sprinkled throughout the fics and it’s clear she’s a favourite (along with Niamh) I hope we continue to see more of their interactions!

Princesse and Jessie are best buds 😊

There's some pretty heavy interactions between them in an upcoming fic in a few days