#and we had to run and escape in carriages and it was wild I wasn't expecting that much acting involved lmao

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On may 2nd we participated in the reenactment of Madrid's uprising against French occupation in 1808 at the Royal palace and also visited the Liria Palace 😊 All of Madrid was there!! it was crazy, I couldn't take pictures once the act started but we were on the news and had our pictures taken by the press 😵‍💫

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

I have no concept of delayed gratification, pls share as much as you are willing!! Will happily devour anything and everything

see under the cut

Private WhatsApp Chat Resumed: Saturday 12th February, 2022, 16:03 Members: Lily Evans, James Potter

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Lily Evans: I'm on my way to Leicester for Dad's birthday dinner and Bea did my makeup for our video this morning so I feel far too glamorous for this train. Or at least for the regular carriage.

James Potter: lemme see

Lily Evans: <image attachment>

James Potter: you look beautiful

Lily Evans: Thanks!

James Potter: love that you're so chill about this but fully have to get drunk to let me compliment your writing

Lily Evans: That's different, this is someone else's handiwork you're admiring.

James Potter: on your face, and you're just as pretty without the makeup

Lily Evans: Then it's nature's handiwork you're admiring. Either way, writing is something I have to work really hard at, and there's nobody else around to blame if I fuck up or do a bad job. My face is just my face. It just Is That Way. Some people like it, some don't. Also I HAVE just spent the morning listening to Beatrice tell her cameras and 6 million followers by proxy that I am beautiful and glorious because your best friend is contractually obliged to always do that, so I might be a bit desensitised.

James Potter: so what you're saying is that i need to compliment your writing a lot more so that you get used to it? noted

Lily Evans: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo that is not what I'm saying at ALL, stop running amok with your wild inferences.

James Potter: nature gave you your brain too

Lily Evans: Oh Oh I see So you think That you can argue me down By making Irrefutably Logical Points????

James Potter: that's how most people win arguments

Lily Evans: Be that as it may, my sober aversion to having my writing complimented is rooted in emotion, the natural enemy of logic. Ergo your arguments don't work on me ERGO I win.

James Potter: if my mother saw you acting like this she'd call it my influence and she would be very incorrect, you care way too much about being right all the time and that's never been my problem

Lily Evans: You're also a lot more talented than I am and I'm very aware of that fact.

James Potter: WHAT

Lily Evans: Well it's TRUE!

James Potter: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

Lily Evans: You know what I'm talking about!

James Potter: I CAN BARELY WRITE A REGULAR SENTENCE

Lily Evans: I'm talking about your art and your videos and your insane pop-up restaurant menu creations and that concept folder of escape room ideas that I can't even FATHOM how you come up with them??? All I do is write fic!

James Potter: i swear to god lily if i WAS your secret boyfriend i'd spend half my time snogging you JUST to shut you up

Lily Evans: If you were my secret boyfriend I would HOPE that you had other reasons for wanting to snog me besides a desire to make me shut up.

James Potter: if i was your secret boyfriend, we'd have already established that i would

Lily Evans: Can't shut me up from America though.

James Potter: i'd fly over

Lily Evans: Imagine how furious your mum would be if you flew all the way back here for a woman who wasn't her?

James Potter: why imagine it when i could throw myself headlong into an open grave? but stop trying to distract me from being mad at you for selling yourself short

Lily Evans: YOU'RE the one who was all "what if we kissed in the airport?"

James Potter: WHAT

Lily Evans: What?

James Potter: WHAT DO YOU MEAN

Lily Evans: If you were flying here just to plant one on me it would be impolite to NOT meet you at the airport, James. Where else would we do it, the office? Shrek's Adventure? Your bath?

James Potter: i'm starting to think that I'M drunk

[ariddletobesolved]

Days We Spend Under the Sun (Chapter One)

Written for @helsa-summer-event 💛

Fandom: Frozen

Genre: Romance, Family, Fluff, Whump

Rating: T

Summary: Summer is not her favourite season, but a certain Admiral from the neighbouring kingdom is going to change that.

I was rushing with the edit, so forgive me if it's not decent. Also, external links are in the notes. I hope this one is not cheesy, though. Enjoy!

Prompt 1: "Don't you dare!"

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Chapter One

"Are you sure you don't want me to arrange a carriage for you two?"

After breakfast, Elsa found herself in her sister's embrace, as they stood at the front door. Dressed in her blue travel outfit, the blonde looked regal as ever, and a certain Admiral standing nearby couldn't take his eyes off her.

"It is alright, Anna." Elsa pulled away from the embrace and flashed her sister a smile. "Besides, we will make a stop by the fjord so I can summon the Nokk."

Anna nodded, "okay." She let out a sigh.

Having to say goodbye to her sister had always been one of the hardest things to do. After thirteen years of separation, then three years of reunion, before being separated from each other again, Anna felt like it wasn't fair. Sure, they had duties to fulfill, but sometimes Anna reminisced about all those good times they had spent together, and couldn't help but miss Elsa's laughter that used to echo in the castle halls. And little did she know that Elsa, too, was feeling the same way.

When the queen took a step back, it was a cue for Hans to approach the sisters. Nodding at a stable boy, who was holding his stallion, Sitron's reins, he signalled him to come closer. The horse was ready, with two small bags attached on each side. But before he helped Elsa climb up, Hans turned to Anna.

He bowed politely. "Queen Anna."

"Take care of my sister, will you, Hans?" She said. Her tone was stern with a hint of friendliness.

"Always." He smiled. Bowing one last time, Hans then helped Elsa, before mounting on Sitron's back after her.

"I'll see you in a week or so, Anna." Elsa smiled, resting her hand on an arm that wrapped around her waist, while the other was clutching the rein tight.

Anna smiled, "See you, Elsa."

Just when Elsa was about to move her lower legs as a signal for Sitron to walk, she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

"Elsa, wait!"

The blonde turned to the direction where the voice came and saw Olaf running—or attempting to run, followed by Sven and Kristoff. She smiled, finding the sight rather chaotic yet amusing.

"Olaf!"

The snowman stumbled and stopped before the stallion. He tried to catch his breath with one twig hand rested on Sven's side.

"What is it?" Hans gently asked.

Kristoff, who was now standing beside his wife, sheepishly replied, "Sorry, but Olaf has something to say."

"I thought I should say goodbye once more before you go." Olaf murmured, looking up to the smiling couple with puppy eyes. "When will you be back?"

Elsa reached a hand towards the snowman. "Come here, Olaf." Taking his hand in hers, she gave it a little squeeze. "I will only be gone for a week. It's not that long, is it? We've talked about this before."

The past few months, with the war going on, Olaf had grown a closer attachment to Elsa, especially after she was badly injured during one of the battles. He became so mature and caring, protective even, and he surely didn't like the idea of being apart with her now that everything was going back to normal. One time he asked Elsa and Anna why the sisters would go back to living miles apart after the war, and even though he found it reasonable that the sister had their own duties, he still wasn't down with the idea.

"I know." Olaf sighed, before nodding. "Alright then, I'll see you soon, Elsa." He let go of her hand.

"Bye, Olaf! Take care of Anna, Kristoff, and Jensen for us, will you?" Elsa beamed.

At the mention of the little prince, Olaf, too, was beaming. Elsa knew what would keep the snowman interested: her nephew. Ever since Prince Jensen Bjorgman of Arendelle was born, the snowman loved to entertain him with interest. Often Hans said things like perhaps Olaf just happens to like the idea of having a cousin, and Elsa would smack him playfully.

"Okay."

"Take care, Olaf." Hans added.

Olaf nodded, once again. Things might be a little tense between the two, mostly because of what happened in the past, but eventually the snowman had grown to be more accepting, and it got better.

"You too, Hans."

After sending a last glance at the queen and her consort, the couple began to trot away. They were heading out, past the front gates and the bridge. They would need to get through Arendelle Plaza and the harbour to get to the less crowded area in the fjord, their next stop.

"Olaf is something." Hans murmured to her ear. He held her close from behind with one hand while his other hand was holding the rein with her. "You know, last night he went to my room."

Elsa raised a brow. "Really?" She fought the urge to lean back as she found comfort in his presence, but it would make her lose her balance. "What did he do? Did he bother you?"

"He didn't. He waited for me, actually." He chuckled, sending shivers down Elsa's spine. "Olaf told me to look out for you, as I quote, because Elsa tends to be reckless."

The blonde chuckled. "He is just being sweet."

"Hmm, he is probably right." Hans hummed, as if he was thinking of something. "Also, he is probably still not over what happened last autumn."

Her hand unconsciously flew to her right side. There, underneath the light clothing, was a long scar from when she was stabbed during a naval battle. Elsa was too busy controlling the wind; she didn't hear an enemy approaching her. Perhaps that, and the fact that she froze to death in the depth of Ahtohallan once that would count as her recklessness. She shook the image from her head for it was too gruesome to think about, even though those were also counted as an act of sacrifice.

"Probably." She sighed. "But let's not think about it."

A few moments later, they finally left the capital and began to enter the forest. Elsa took a hold of the rein, but when she was about to pull to make the horse turn, Hans quickly took over.

"We can stop over there, Hans." She pointed at a lower ground which directly led them to an open sea. "And then I can summon the Nokk."

Sitron began to slow down at his master's tug, but instead of turning towards the open sea, he turned towards the opposite direction. Elsa's eyes widened, as they rode away from the sea.

"Where are we going?"

Hans gave her a reassuring squeeze. "There's a change of plan, but don't worry, Kaere." He pecked her cheek softy. "I promised Anna and Olaf that I'm going to look after you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" She murmured. Turning to steal a glance at him, she caught a hint of mischief in his emerald eyes. Oh no. "Oh, don't you dare!"

Instead of replying, Hans chuckled, as they broke into a full gallop. She tightened her grip, not wanting to fall over. So much for trying to look after her. By the look of it, he was putting the both of them in danger. What makes him think that not letting her ride the Nokk is a good idea?

"Hans!"

"Relax, Elsa. Your water horse needs a rest too." He said. "Besides, Sitron is strong enough to carry the both of us. We will be fine. Trust me."

A wild idea of trying to escape from his hold and conjured a pile of snow for her to land flashed on her mind. But where would that take you, Elsa? Her conscience asked her. Right, the ground, and gods know if she would land safely. Knowing that she couldn't really do anything that wasn't risky or more dangerous and reckless, she decided to let it slide. Besides, she knew that Hans would keep her safe.

It was strange, when she thought about it. She trusted her own safety in the hand of a man who once tried to kill her. But this man is a changed man, and he has proven that he is capable of character growth more than once. Elsa smiled. They had been through a lot to get there, and she wouldn't change a thing. Giving him a second chance was one of the best decisions she had ever made.

"Fine, I trust you." She let out. "And for the love of God, stop calling the Nokk 'water horse'! We don't want that to happen again, do we?"

For a while, Hans grimaced. A certain memory involving salt water flashed on his mind. Gulping slightly, he let out, "Right."

Smiling to herself, Elsa sighed in contentment. Something told her it would be a memorable trip. Perhaps, in the end, she would end up liking summer more than she wanted to admit, and all thanks to the Admiral currently holding her close.