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I'm sorry, but what is this?!? Certified boyfriends
#does sira know?#pure feric#eric garcia#ferran torres#feric friday came early#feric#fc barcelona#football
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i don't think i caught your name .
It isn’t his fault that she thinks she knows better when it comes to the look of a friendly face. Too many of the faces she is used to are made up only of masks, never genuine kindness. Certainly never unconditional generosity, always only with strings attached.
Cassian cuts an intimidating figure, the sort that determines the resulting behavior of whomever’s lucky enough to behold him, but never so much to impress upon her that he intends to discomfort. In fact, Nesta is quite sure that he is deliberate about the space he takes up, as if he understands his own power and knows better than to abuse it. But even that, she knows, can be a certain sort of angle with all the wrong intentions.
His brother speaks highly of @bastardborne. It means something that Azriel speaks highly of anyone when Nesta knows he’d prefer not to speak at all. Still, she’d come to class today hoping to find a fault; the only one she finds is that he smiles too much and he behaves far too nicely, and for someone who cannot fathom experiencing either of those things without a price, Nesta is suspicious.
The last time she gave someone the benefit of the doubt was the last time she wore her hair down. Little ringlets curl around the nape of her neck where wispy baby hairs escape the braid she’s pinned up; if she saw the sweaty state she was in as a result of the class they’ve just wrapped up, she would be horrified. As it stands, she’s blissfully ignorant to everything that isn’t Cassian grinning down at her like she didn’t just finally stop panting from the ass - kicking his brother just delivered to her.
❝ You didn’t ask for it. ❞ Her face was in the tabloids a week ago: the Archeron black sheep sister and the leaked photos that had shamed her entire family. She’s done a fine job leading everyone to believe that she could not give less of a fuck, but she thinks if Cassian asked her, she might just tell him too much. ( They weren’t really me. Nobody believes me. I’m not really like that. I am really like that. Don’t stop smiling at me. Please stop looking at me. Ask me for my name. Leave me alone. )
Nesta takes a step back and pretends it’s what she really wants. He’s still looking at her, but she can see the grin deflate around the edges ( Don’t stop smiling at me. Please stop looking at me ). ❝ I have to go. Tell Azriel thanks. ❞
DON'T SMILE AT ME. ( accepting! )
#bastardborne#A.#in which nesta has no idea that cassian has also asked azriel about her#nesta to azriel: why does he look like that. why is he so. so. SO.......#azriel: big?#nesta: no. yes. No. i meant... *gestures*#azriel: ................hot?#nesta BRIGHT RED: NO...................yes. NO.#azriel is so tired (as if he is not in his own shit at the other end of the gym smiling stupidly at sira)#i hit post now i force myself not to go back and reread it for once knowing i will have to edit it a million times
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Pablo Martin Páez Gavira x Reader
Summary: You find out that the guy you have been going out with has been lying about who he really is. How did you guys even meet, what were his reasons and thoughts and will your relationship remain?
Warnings: grammar issues, brief and light mention of drinking, other than that it’s pretty fluffy.
A/n: Hello Ladies! This is the first time i ever wrote something with the intention to post it. Feel free to give me some tips on how to better my writing, as long as you are kind. Keep in mind that english is not my first language. I hope you guys enjoy this. 🤗
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He knew he shouldn’t have lied about who he really is, but that one little lie came out of him before he could even think about it and now what is he supposed to do! Should he just run away and tell you the truth after those two weeks of such nice dates he is almost convinced that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.
Run away and block you as soon as he gets home, yeah thats whats going on inside his head standing still and silently in front of you.
Does he even want to leave you? No, of course not. He wants to get to know you even better and continue all those dates and show you what you really mean to him.
can you really blame him tho? football players often don’t have the best reputation, pablo would never want you to think of him as arrogant or a player, or -even worse- an arrogant player. But you found out and now he needs to fix it bevor he never gets the chance to talk to you again.
“Um… your name is pablo right? Not actually Martin…”You asked, again seeing as he stood there not even blinking an eye, after you just asked him the first time, standing infront of your dorm room door.
keeping a soft voice and trying not to look too angry while asking the question that has been on your mind ever since he picked you up to take a walk and later on eat a sweet treat. Understandably you were angry, after finding out about his, real identity you could say, you have been nothing but thinking about why he would hide it.
Many emotions swirled through your body. Anger, disappointment and sadness. Feeling stupid for not having known him and needing your friend to look at you like you have grown to heads when you told her about this Martin guy and later showing her a picture of him “well thats pablo gavi” she told you. Thinking so much about it had you starting to form some self doubt, quickly shoving those thoughts away before they got to serious. Getting the idea that he may had gotten a wrong impression on you when you first meet him, causing him to lie but why would he then ask for your number and later on take you on really amazing dates where he had been nothing but a total sweetheart, nothing made sense anymore.
Bringing you flowers which seem like so much thought had been put into picking each and every single flower in there, holding every door open for you and making sure that you were nothing but comfortable and content during each and every second of the day. You guys had meet due to a really good Friend you had made during your first week here at university, Sira Martínez is her name. Having moved from a foreign country to peruse your dream, i had not been easy to make many -really any- friends since every student has their friendgroup and being pretty hostile when someone tried to come to close for their liking. When you had meet her in the community bathroom crying about her boyfriend beeing injured and not knowing how to help you could just not leave her there. Sitting there for more than two hours and talking about various things, both of you knew that a new bond was just formed.
After your first exam Sira had been trying to talk you to come clubbing with her, adding that you should “loosen up or else you wont find a boyfriend ever” and after hours of her sticking to your side like gum and telling you how both of you could even go into the vip section of that club because her boyfriend is known by the locals and many more, you agreed just so she would give you some peace.
Thats how you found yourself in a way to fancy club in the even fancier vip lounge all alone sipping on some cold beverage thats to expensive for its bad taste. Your gaze is set on Sira and her man laughing und danzing like there is no tomorrow. Your eyes sometimes shift to this one guy standing there with his friends conversing. Something about him just seems to draw your attention on him. Maybe its the way the purple light shines on his face, even a couple of meters away you can tell hes got those birthmarks on his really, really handsome face.
A scream shifts your attention to the other side of the club. Just some girl having had to much to drink. You want to turn around again and get back to observing that guy. But hes sitting right beside you. Jumping a little you look at your hands on the table holding an overpriced and not so good tasting beverage. Thank god its on the house -again Siras boyfriend- your bracing yourself because your sure your about to get told off for looking like some creep. But that never came instead; “I like your dress.”
And thats how you hit it of talking about how the club does not suite both of y’all’s taste and you would have much rather been invited to a more closed of, private and chill get together.
Never would you have expected him to lie about who he really is.
“I didnt want you making assumptions about me im not a bad person just bc i play football, im a nice guy you know that. I just thought that you would rather give me a chance being just me.” His eyes never meeting yours
“Your cute and kind Pablo, i like that about you and your fist name is nice, it fits you better”
Inching closer together and standing a bit on your tippie toes to fully reach his face
Pablos and your lips met in a soft and short kiss which had soon been intensified by Pablo’s hands that pulled you two closer together. His fingers caressed your cheeks. Even after parting from your lips they stayed right there providing you warmth and comfort You both stood there for a couple of seconds just smiling at each other, like some silly in love teens, which to be honest you guys kinda really are.
As you both then backed up a little bit. You wanted to make sure that nothing about your relationship -if you could call it that- had changed. “ so will you pick me up tomorrow? we should go on a date you as pablo and me as me.” I see his eyes get a bit wide wondering if he really thought that I would be so mad at him to not want to see him again my heart breaks a little thinking of that.
My stream of thoughts soon gets interrupted as he answers me. “Yeah! Definitely i will come straight after practice, don’t worry really!” His answer is a bit rushed. He seems excited. At least i hope he is. “Just make sure to not come smelly” we both laugh at that slowly inching more and more away even tho both of us would have loved some more time together. Having reached the door and getting my keys out i open the door, turning to him one last time debating if I should blow him a kiss or not but deciding against it, that can wait for after our date tomorrow.
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Alter Just found this after like 6 months 💀
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One of the things I hear a lot from Gentile witches and neo-pagans who want to work with Lilith or claim to work with Lilith, is that she is actually a Mesopotamian goddess, usually either Ishtar/Inanna or Erishkigal, and that it was the Jews, with their horrible patriarchy juice, who slandered her and cast her down, and so the Jews do not deserve to say what happens to her and it isn't antisemitism to work with her, or to completely ignore what the Jews say about what she is in a Jewish context.
Lilith is not Ishtar or Erishkigal. However, there is a Mesopotamian figure that is pretty stinking analogous to Lilith, and is probably her folkloric ancestor, by which I mean the idea of Lilith probably comes from this Mesopotamian figure. In fact, Lilith almost certainly is either a Jewish version of this figure, or, they are both descended from the same Near Eastern and Mediterranean basin folkloric figure. That figure is Lamashtu.
Lamashtu is, much like Lilith, the supernatural embodiment of maternal and infant mortality, a figure of power and terror, who functions as a way to embody and cope with the profound dangers that are pregnancy, childbirth, and infancy without effective medical care. the Mesopotamians never worshiped Lamashtu, but they did seek to appease her, including making symbolic gifts to her, to keep her from visiting them, and killing them or their children.
An interesting side note is that there is also a Mesopotamian figure who specifically opposes Lamashtu and functions as the protector of pregnant women and infants, and that figure is Pazuzu, a wind spirit, who ruled over other wind spirits, including ones called the Iilu in the Akkadian language. Akkadian is a Semitic language, related to Hebrew, and this word is probably a cognate of Lilith, but the Iilu probably have no relationship to the figure of Lilith except her name. You might know Pazuzu as the demon featured in the movie, The Exorcist, and ironic fate for a mythological protector of women and children.
Anyway, if you'll remember, I implied above that the Lamashtu/Lilith figure, was present in various guises throughout the Mediterranean basin and the Near East, so there are of course figures analogous to both of them throughout the region, such as Lamia of Greece, and the Strix of Rome.
So if you really really want to work with a figure who functions as the supernatural embodiment of maternal and infant mortality, Lamashtu, Lamia, or the strix would all be excellent options that don't come from an extant closed religious practice. All the baby killing, none of the antisemitism and cultural appropriation.
While all three figures are almost certainly descended from the same folkloric root, they're all subtly different, because as stories and characters travel, they change. as such, they all have particular good points about them as figures of veneration.
Lanashtu is the OG bad bitch, who commanded fear, respect, and offerings, like a mythological mafiosa, collecting protection money.
Lamia has attached to her the story that she was one of Zeus's dubiously willing lovers, who was screwed over first by Zeus, the embodiment of patriarchical rule, then by a jealous Hera, the embodiment of patriarchal marriage, so if what attracted you to Lilith was the story from the Alphabet of Ben Sira, about a victim of the patriarchy getting her own back through violent vengeance, Lamia might be the girl for you. With her however, the emphasis is less on her murder of children, then on her seducing and eating men, though she does also get strongly associated with killing children, especially boys.
And the strix is particularly interesting, because the word comes down to us in the modern Italian word for witch, striga. Indeed, one of the theories as to where the witch figure came from in Early Medieval, and then Early Modern Christianity, was as the strix demon made human. This might explain the close association between Early Modern Witchcraft and infant mortality, including Italian stories of witches causing infants to die seemingly natural deaths, so that they could dig them up and eat them after their funerals, something that ties these human supposed witches very closely to demonic folkloric antecedents. If you are looking for a figure of unfairly maligned female power, the strix and her close association with later human witches, might be the one for you.
All three of these figures, much like Lilith herself, are reflections, both of the power women wielded even within patriarchal societies, over the process of pregnancy, birth, and childrearing, and also the powers of death and loss that everyone was subject to. There is something powerful, transgressive, and even healthy in acknowledging the fears and dangers presented by this death and loss,and for some people, that might take the form in venerating the underlying powers. If this is something that would be spiritually meaning for you, and you wish to work with such a figure, and you are not Jewish, please respect the fact that Lilith is part of a closed religious practice, and remember that Lilith has sisters, in other parts of the Mediterranean basin and the Near East, who are not from extant closed cultures, and who might serve your needs better anyway.
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top of the world - (pg6)
request: Gavi having a crush on model reader and all the wags &guys know and they help him get w her (sometime like that)
summary: gavi has a hard time telling you how he feels, but one night his teammates and their wives and girlfriends help the two of you out.
Your decision to move from your country to Barcelona came rather as a surprise to your friends, family and yourself. You didn't have anyone there, and moving there would mean you would be all alone in the Catalan city, and while the fresh beginning sounded good, you were terrified. But you knew what this meant for your modelling career, and being a model in your hometown paid much less than the one you got offered in Barcelona. So you accepted it, and you were on the plane to Barcelona with no second thoughts.
While the months passed as a blur and you were killing the runways, you started gaining a bigger audience, brands asking for you to promote their stuff on your Instagram stories, celebrities sliding into your DMs, and soon you were living the life you always wanted to live.
You were gorgeous, but you were humble and kind, which was the reason you were so liked by everyone, and you formed your own little friend group quite quickly.
The person you would call your best friend was Natalia, she had moved to Barcelona with her husband when he joined FC Barcelona, and you two became inseparable quickly. She invited you to many games to watch her husband play with her, always telling you about Raphinha's single teammates.
And while Natalia knew what she was doing, you grew rather interested in the young Pablo Gavi, who was by far the most attractive, gorgeous person you have met while your stay in Barcelona.
You two hung out a few times, and he always made you laugh. You loved how he always knew what to say to you. When he started liking and commenting on your social media posts, everyone started posting about it, and surely a rumor started going around that you and Pablo Gavi are in a relationship.
You and Gavi laughed about it, but neither of you shut those rumors down because you both liked the idea of dating each other, though, neither of you admitted it to the other.
When his team mates asked him about it one day in the locker room after practice, Pablo came clean about his crush on you, but begged them not to mention it around you, because he was still shy and didn't want them to ruin it, as he was planning on asking you out soon.
Raphinha told Natalia, obviously, and Natalia knew about your crush on Gavi, but she decided not to tell you anything her husband had told her, because she thought Gavi would ask you out soon, like he said.
The days turned into weeks, and they were all growing impatient about Gavi asking you out. Ansu, Ferran, and Pedri tried talking to Pablo and shake some sense into him so he would finally do it, but he kept telling them he wasn't ready, as he didn't want to ruin your friendship.
"Cálllense chicos, ni siquiera sé si ella siente lo mismo." Pablo said frustrated, he was getting stressed out and he wanted the moment he asked you out to be perfect. Shut up guys, I don't even know if she feels the same way.
"Hermano, todo el mundo sabe que lo hace. ¿has visto la forma en que te mira?" Pedri said shaking him by the shoulders, while Ferran slapped him across the head. Brother, everyone knows she does. Have you seen the way she looks at you?
One night you invited some people over for a party, celebrating a new collaboration in your career, and among the people you invited were the Barcelona players whom you've grown quite close with, and their girlfriends and/or wives.
Not to mention that Robert Lewandowski and his wife Anna came too. Anna was the nicest woman you've ever met, but how could you admit to her that you and your friends fangirled over her husband?
You were chatting with Frenkie de Jong's girlfriend, Mikky, Natalia and Ferran's girlfriend, Sira, when your eyes met the familiar brown eyes across the room, Gavi sending you a small wave, which you returned in the form of a smile.
Mikky followed your eyes, giggling and dramatically sighing when she saw who you were looking at.
"Could you two spare us the agony and just get together already?" Mikky asked you sipping on her homemade cocktail.
"I don't wanna force this guys, if it's meant to happen, it will." You told the three girls who were starting to grow impatient. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go to the restroom."
You went to the bathroom upstairs, and while you were coming back, you stopped on the stairs when you noticed Mikky whispering something to Sira, who then went to Pedri to whisper something, Pedri whispered to Frenkie, and Frenkie to Robert.
'What are these little shits planning.' You thought to yourself, a thought you shook away as soon as another sip of alcohol got to your lips.
You were looking for Gavi when you felt a presence next to you. Turning your head and hoping to meet Gavi's eyes, you instead see Natalia.
"Hey, remember at the last match we went to, it started raining and I offered you my hoodie so you don't get wet?" Natalia asked you directly, but you knew there was something off.
"Yes, Taia? What are you-" You started saying confused but Natalia cut you off.
"Yeah, well, I need it back. Like right now. Could you get it for me?" She asked, her face serious, but there was a twinkle in her eyes that told you there was a lot more to this.
"Taia, right now? In the middle of the party?" You didn't even remember where you put it, you knew it was in the dresser in your room, but it was such a mess that it would take ages for you to find it.
Natalia gave you the best puppy dog eyes she could master, and you sighed while going to your room, your best friend screaming a "Thank you!" over the loud music.
You sat on the ground in front of your dresser, starting to take out your hoodies one by one, looking for the one that belonged to your best friend.
The door to your room opened and closed again, someone making his way inside.
"Hey, Y/N, Robert told me he left his coat in here, have you seen it?" You heard Pablo's funny English accent. You turned around to face him and saw him sitting on your bed with his signature smile.
"His coat? In my bedroom?" You asked confused. "What would Lewandowski's coat do in my bed-" And just as you were planning to finish the sentence, the realization hit you, this is what they were planning. The Barcelona players, their WAGs, your friends, set you up.
You sat next to Pablo on your bed, and told him what your friends planned to lead up to this. You two laughed, your annoyance disappearing when you saw his eyes shining while laughing.
"I'm glad they sat us up though, I was worried I wouldn't get to hang out with you at all tonight." Gavi said putting his hand around your waist and pulling your body closer to his.
His action caught you off guard, but you didn't complain, after all, you were waiting for this to happen. So why not flirt back?
"At all? C'mon Pablito, you know I would come look for you." You smiled at him and he returned it.
Pablo Gavi's eyes moved from your eyes to your lips, back to your eyes and back to your lips.
"I hope you've mastered your Spanish, porque me gustaría mucho besarte ahora mismo." He said in a low voice, but you heard and understood. Because I would really like to kiss you right now.
Without wasting another moment, you kissed him like your life depended on it. Your lips moving against his lips so perfectly as if you were made for each other. It was a kiss that was so full of love and eagerness, both of you wanting this for too long. A kiss so simple has turned into a make out session when Gavi deepened the kiss, cupping your cheek and pulling you closer to him as if he was scared you would disappear.
After a while that still seemed too soon for you, you pulled away, holding your forehead against his. You both knew in that moment you were his girl, but then again, you always were even if things were unofficial between you and the football player.
"We should go back before they thing we're fucking in here." You giggled while getting up from the bed, holding your hand out for your now boyfriend to grab.
"Would it be so bad if we actually were?" Gavi laughed and interlocked his fingers with yours while you lead him out of the bedroom.
Just as you opened the door, Mikky and Natalia almost fell in, they were very clearly evesdropping, the others were behind them, looking just as excited as the two nosy girls.
"This is so mature of you guys." You laughed, eyeing them all.
"Can't blame us for wanting to see your love bloom." Anna said, holding her husband by the arm.
"So are you guys dating?" Ferran asked you, like a little kid asking his mom for candy.
"Yes, we are." Said Gavi looking at you lovingly, his teammates cheering and clapping, all the girls hugging you while screaming excitedly. "Wait a second." Gavi said and everyone stopped, including you. "Did you listen to us make out?" He said specifically looking at Mikky and Natalia.
"Ew, gross." You said but you all bursted out laughing, going back downstairs to drink and celebrate your new relationship.
Dancing with your boyfriend, who was always kissing either your lips, cheek or neck, you looked at him. "How are you feeling?" You asked Pablo.
Gavi gave you another kiss before replying. "Like I'm on the top of the world."
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Pedri Gonzalez - Until I Found You (FCBarcelona) ft. Ferran Torres
Requested: tumblr
Prompt: Y/n is friends with Sira, the girlfriend of Ferran. The couple have an idea to introduce their two single friends in an attempt to get them to date.
Warnings: fluff
"I just think you should give this date a try, that's all." Sira said, walking alongside her friend to the car. "I am never going on a double date." Y/n replied, hopping into the passenger side of the car. "Oh come on! Why?" Sira asked, yet again. "Because it's not my thing." Her friend replied. "So what is your thing? Being lonely?"
"Being single, does not mean I am lonely." Y/n snapped. "Just give it a chance. You may actually enjoy yourself, and who we pick." Sira smiled. "We? Who's we?" She asked. "Me and Ferran. He has a few single friends but don't worry, we'll find the one for you." Sira assured her. "Playing cupid, huh?" Sira nodded. "Exactly. Now, we have twenty minutes to get there."
"Wait, twenty minutes to get where?" Y/n asked. "To the date? Ferran text that they're waiting." Y/n's heartbeat quickened. "No! You could have given me warning!"
"So, who is she again?" Pedri asked, playing with the ends of his hoodie strings. "Her name is Y/n. She is Sira's friend. That's all you need to know before you meet her." Ferran replied. "Yes, but I would rather hear a bit more about her." Pedri said. "You can ask her on the date." Ferran chuckled. "No, because we're both going to be in your conversation. A couple date, is such a bad idea for a first date."
"Get out of the car." Sira demanded for the sixth time in the minute. "No! You tricked me!" Y/n exclaimed. "Would you have come if I said you had a date?" Y/n was silent. "My point exactly! Now get out of my car!"
"Hola, bebé." Ferran smiled as he pecked Sira's lips. Y/n looked visibly uncomfortable. "Where is he?" Sira asked. "Oh, Pedri." Pedri? The footballer? "Pedri, Y/n. Y/n, Pedri." Ferran said. Y/n's eyes fell onto the all too familiar stranger. "Mucho gusto. Pedri." The man smiled. Her legs turned to jelly looking at him. "Oh, she doesn't speak much Spanish, P. I-"
"Hablo español, Sira. Simplemente nunca me hablas en español. Te gusta asegurarte de que tu inglés sea siempre bueno." Y/n said, shaking hands with Pedri. "Sira arched a brow in amusement. "Well, if its all the same, I would like to speak a mix of both. Just for everyone to understand everything." Ferran smiled. "Necesitas mejorar tu inglés, verdad Pedrito?" Pedri chuckled. "Es una profesora de inglés." Pedri turned back to look at Y/n. "Really?" He asked. "No, I'm a student. My mother is an English professor in the university though." Pedri nodded. "That makes better sense." Ferran snickered at his miss-matched English. "It's better English than how yours was." Y/n said. "My English was good-"
"It's usually not right." Y/n muttered, loud enough for Pedri to hear. "Are we going to go in or stand out here all evening?" Sira asked before the four agreed to head inside.
"Please, have a seat." Pedri said, pulling the chair out for his 'date'. Y/n smiled at the gesture and took the seat gladly, placing her jacket on the back of her chair whilst Pedri took a seat before her. Ferran stared, not knowing what to say or how to even react to how his friend was acting; like a gentleman. Sira kicked her boyfriend under the table, indicating him to stop staring and have a look at the menu instead.
Throughout the dinner, Pedri and Y/n....well they became a but more distanced from Sira and Ferran. Sure, the conversations would start off with all four involved, but it would quickly change to just Y/n and Pedri speaking and laughing together, leaving Sira and Ferran to talk amongst themselves. They clicked. Both hated to admit it to their respective friends but they clicked. From the moment they sat down, right down to splitting the bill, they barely stopped talking. Pedri stood up and excused himself to go to the bathroom. Y/n sat smiling go herself before a quiet giggle snapped her from her thoughts and she turned to see Sira grinning at her. "What?"
"Nothing, I just think I told you you'd enjoy this." Sira chuckled. "Yeah, whatever. I'm just getting along with a man, that doesn't mean we like eachother." Y/n replied. "I don't know. He was a boy when he came in and he went into that bathroom a man." Ferran joked. "Oh the both of you just be quiet, please. I don't want to go all out on the first date." Y/n mumbled the last part. "I'm sure he'll ask you for a second date. Don't worry." Sira reassured her before they all quietened down for Pedri to return. "So, what are the plans now?" He asked. "Well, Sira and I are going to take her far home. We thought maybe it would be a good idea for you to take Y/n home?" Ferran suggested. "I was going to suggest that we do that actually. It just makes sense." Pedri smiled. Y/n felt her heart thumping inside her chest, simply from looking at his smile. "That's it settled then. I say we can all go our separate ways now."
Y/n smiled as she got into Pedri's car and looked around. The car mlled fresh, as if it had just been cleaned or as if it were brand new. She looked over to the driver door as the spaniard climbed in and put the key in the ignition. "Seatbelt." He said before Y/n reached for it and pulled it across herself. "So, do you need my address?" Y/n asked putting her seatbelt on. "No, not yet. I actually have a last minute plan I came up with in the bathroom." He said, making her confused. "How do you feel about theme parks and arcades?"
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Gorgeous -Pedri González
Guess who's back with more Vzlan! Reader fics?! Ajá, yo🤭😌 Also... Influencer!Reader
Warnings: High content of Venezuelan slang, curse words, some jokes (?) or mentions of them because I can't joke to save my life, lots of Spanish.
Please, feedback is highly appreciated!
Summary: The guys made him know you but your warm aura and way of being was the one to make him fall for you
You. Y/N Y/L/N. A pretty much famous Latina influencer. You kinda went all in, a lot of people followed you because, you liked sports and health, often gave outfit and makeup tips, travelled and the one you loved to do the most was photographic art, also you didn't had the need of being another persona in front of the cameras. You were exactly the same in and out.
And you guess the realistic side of you, the natural, humble but still strong and pretty girl you are, was the thing that attracted people the most to you.
Including, the football player Ansu Fati.
The young man had started following you back in 2020, when you moved to Barcelona and it was for a simple mistake he turned being your fan, he had bumped into one of your posts about this healthy recipe and asked his mom to try it out for him. When he grabbed a bite he fell in love with it and started following you for more recipes but at the end of the day, he fell into your "fandom" because of your natural personality.
You never tried, you were just you.
So when one day he was wheezing, laughing and crying when training was done, his teammates were a bit concerned about what had possesed him.
"Hostias, ¿Y a ti qué te pasa, tio?" Pedri had asked as Ansu kept on laughing, when Balde went behind him and saw his phone, the image of you in a podcast with your other three friends laughing your asses off, made sense to the other guy who nodded letting out a simple 'Ah!'
"What's up with him?" Ferran asked
"He's watching another video of Y/N Y/L/N" Balde joined him "When did she posted this one?" Balde, along with Pablo Torre, Eric and Ansu were big fans of yours thanks to the last one influence
"It's not hers" He managed to say "It's from these guys who she hangs around with always"
"You mean "Los Bichos"?" Pablo Torre asked getting behind them to see the content as well "I gotta go and see that one"
"What's the big thing about her?" Pedri suddenly asked. He had heard your name before and knew you were an influencer but never really saw one of your videos or really followed you on Instagram or any other social media. The guys looked at him as if he was crazy, not really believing what their friend had just said.
"She's amazing" Ansu answered "She gives good tips on health, fashion, she also does travelling and photography and she likes sports. Her carisma is what attracts people in"
"Not to mention the looks" Torre murmured "Hermosa" He blew a kiss towards Ansu's phone
"Aurora is basically in love with her, always having one of her lives, videos, podcasts or anything"
"Sira's the same" Ferran nodded "I have seen her, she's quite the jokester too"
Suddenly all of them were watching Ansu's phone
"Well, she indeed is really pretty" Gavi agreeded
"Sad that she may not be like we see her on real life tho" Pedri shrugged his shoulders
"No, she is" Torre nodded "One of my girl friends has met her and she says she's the sweetest"
Pedri could only see your smile and the way you threw your head back in laughter, amazed, you were beautiful. He wasn't going to deny it, he had eyes, big ones in fact, and he could see the beauty of women.
"How old is she?" Gavi asked
"She just turned twenty" Eric said
"What did you say her name was?"
"Y/N Y/L/N" He nodded pretending not to be interested
That very same night, Pedri was fighting himself to watch some of your content on Instagram and Youtube, he didn't know what was he afraid of, he was just going to see what's the fuss of the guys, nothing else.
But oh boy...
One video, turned into two, then three, four, five, six and by the time he realized it was 2:30 am, his battery that used to be on 87% was now in 4% and thirty videos he had watched
"Hostia, mae'mia" The Canarian murmured "It's really late" He considered plugging his phone and stop seeing your videos but the longer he kept thinking of it, the less he wanted to let go of his phone, he wanted to see your smile one more time, your laugh and your pretty big eyes, you indeed were really sweet in and out of cameras.
He had now seen the thing the guys had seen in you too. He decided to push the Follow button on your Instagram account and also decided to see the last Live you have done recently which was three days ago.
"¿Por qué no hablas español?" (Why don't you talk Spanish?) You had read confused "¿Y es que yo hablo chino?" (And do I speak Chinese?) You laughed lightly "I think I get what you mean, it's the accent, right?" You stopped for a second to drink some water "Well, déjame decirte chama que mi acento venezolano es demasiado bello pa' yo cambiarlo. I don't mean to say the Spanish accent isn't pretty, because it really is, I like it. It's just not my style because I'm obviously not a Spaniard" (let me tell you, girl, that my Venezuelan accent is too beautiful for me to change it) You paused a little
"Sí, que se me puede salir un poquillo el vosotros y algunas cosillas que hacéis" (Yes, I can get out a little about and some things that you guys do) You did a perfect Spanish accent laughing "Pero, no" You spoke naturally shaking your head (But no)
He smiled watching you and your Latina roots, defending and wearing them proudly.
That was only the start of Pedri crushing on you. The next following weeks, he had not missed a single Live, Vlog or post that you did. Soon the guys knew Pedri had developed a crush on you when Gavi spied on his phone and saw him looking a post about a photoshoot you had done for Vogue España
"You like her?" Eric asked
"She's really nice" He had nodded blushing
"But you like her?"
"She is nice" Pedri repeated "She probably doesn't know me"
"C'mon, the girl loves sports, she's actually a Barca fan!!" Ansu replied as Pedri smiled shaking his head
"It's just a mere crush, it'll go away in a while" He said and everyone dropped the subject.
"¡Hola mis amores lindos!" (Hello my beautiful loves!) You smiled at the camera "Yo estoy bien y espero que ustedes se encuentren muy bien también y si no pues espero que este mensaje les anime un poquito... Les hablo para notificarles que como cosa rara" (I'm fine and I hope you're feeling very well too and if not, then I hope this message encourages you a little... I'm speaking to notify you that as a strange thing) You laughed lightly "Mis chicos de "Los Bichos" me han invitado nuevamente a ser parte de uno de sus magnificos episodios de su podcast, el episodio va a ser en vivo, podremos contestarles algunas de sus preguntas, mandar saludos, revelaré unas pocas cosas que se vienen en grande y bueno, las demás vainas que los chicos hacen, ustedes ya saben como es la cuestión así que sin más nada que decir los espero este jueves a las 21hrs de España. Les mando un besote bien grande y un abrazo muy cálido. Take care!" (My boys from "Los Bichos" have invited me again to be part of one of their magnificent episodes of their podcast, the episode will be live, we will be able to answer some of your questions, send greetings, I will reveal a few things that are coming Big and good, the rest of the things that the boys do, you already know what the matter is, so without further ado, I'll wait for you this Thursday at 9:00 p.m. in Spain. I send you a big kiss and a very warm hug)
It was set. He cleared up his whole agenda, just to have Thursday night free all to himself... And well, to Fer as well.
"Why are you so suddenly obsessed with that girl?" Fer asked as Pedri got ready to watch your Live, he had connected his laptop to his TV and his phone besides him "You've been a month and something suddenly Y/N this and Y/N that"
"She's good" Pedri shrugged his shoulders
"You like her?"
"Puff, no" When Pedri turned around to see his brothers face he knew he couldn't lie "Maybe a little?" Fer raised his eyebrows
"I'm not gonna make fun of you" Pedri sighed
"Okay, she's gorgeous and I like her" Pedri admitted
"She seems really nice"
"Torre says he has a friend that has met her and that she's the sweetest" Pedri replied "I kinda want to meet her"
"Slide into her DM's and say: Hey, big fan. Wanna go out?" Pedri laughed
"Sure, she will say yes quickly" Both brothers laughed as the Podcast started.
"Welcome to another episode of Los Bichos, today we'll be talking a bit of everything but mostly about our love humiliations or just humiliating thing that has happened to us in general"
"And who's better to say that than Y/N Y/L/N?" Other guy said presenting you
"My life isn't that bad, Adrián" You replied smiling "Worse than Miguel's can't be, that's for sure" You point with your lips to the guy sitting in front of you as he shocked points at himself and laughs in disbelief
"Well, she's got a point" The first guy talked
"Nelson talks as if he has the greatest life ever" Miguel said pointing to the first guy with his head
"I don't actually but everyone's life is better than yours, pendejo" You all laughed out loud "Ve, ¿Y tú aquí haciendo algún tipo de propaganda?" (Look, are you here doing some kind of propaganda?) You shook your head
"¿Por qué dices eso?" (Why you say that?) You ask
"The big Barcelona jersey you have on" You look down and smile
"Mano, no; I'm not doing anything. Si supieras que el Barcelona me había enviado un email hace como tres semanas y yo nunca les respondí" (If you know, the Barcelona sent me an email three weeks ago and I never answered them)They laughed "Saben que yo soy fan del club y me hicieron una camisa con mi nombre y el número de mi jugador favorito" (They know I'm fan of the club and they made me this Jersey with my name and the number of my favorite player) You casually replied not thinking too much of it
"Which is?"
"Un jugador" You smirked playing with your golden bracelete, they started yelling a few "A"'s "B, C y D" They laughed "¿Tú creíste que yo iba a ser mongola para caer en esa vaina? No, señor" (Did you thought I was going to be a fool and fell into the trap? No, sir) You shook your head smiling "¡Maldición! I forgot this is live!" (Shit) You yelled "How are you guys doing?" You ask winning a round of laughter with the guys
"We're starting here... Y/N, care to tell us something humiliant that has happened to you?"
"My whole life" You replied as they laughed "No, kidding. Once I had something going on with this guy, it was December and..."
If Pedri liked you, by the end of that live he was most likely in love with you. You were simple and very funny, your sense of humour was the thing that ended up pulling him into you.
He honestly felt like a fan of his but with you. It was terrifying as hell.
"Ad, ¿Si vas a hacer por fin el stand up comedy show?" You asked
"Yes, I will be doing it" Adrián nodded "Why?"
"I wanna go" You pout a bit
"You're invited, don't worry"
"Remember everyone when is it" Nelson said
"This Sunday at 20hrs in the Batuar Hotel Cotton House, make sure to get the tickets as soon as possible they're almost sold out"
"We need those" Pedri said immediately grabbing his phone and getting on the app "¡Hostias, joder! It's too slow"
"Calm down, we'll get one"
After fifteen painful minutes when Pedri was about to finish the purchase, his screen filled out with the No Availabe words
"This event is sold out"
"¡Puta que le parió!" Pedri exclaimed feeling sad
"It's okay bro. She's here in Barcelona, we can see her any other day" Pedri sighed
"I really wanted to see her this Sunday"
"Maybe not this Sunday, but eventually you will" Pedri sighed in annoyance
"Anyway, let's finish watching this" He murmured his eyes on the screen.
His eyes fixated on the Barca home jersey you were wearing and the words my favorite player's number, he wondered... It could be his? Also... You looked incredibly good with the club of his dreams, he couldn't help but imagine you on the stands cheering on for him when suddenly he got himself out of that dreamland. He was really starting to seem like his fans who daydreamed about him.
His mood was down a bit Friday and Saturday when they were at training and Ansu came up to them
"I hope all of you are free tomorrow"
"Why?" Gavi asked as Ansu pulled out six tickets
"We're going to see Adrián Jiménez's live show were Y/N will be present"
Pedri quickly ran and grabbed a ticket, his mood lifted up completely, he grabbed Ansu's head and kissed him
"Thanks, amigo"
"Thanks, nothing. I will be your best man at the wedding"
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Sunday rolled in and Pedri was nervous and excited, he would be in the same place as you, hopefully met you and make himself fall in love with you once again. You just had a thing that drew him into you and he liked it. Your Latina beauty keeping him on his feet everytime, you way of expressing yourself, your carisma, everything he saw from you, he liked it.
Thanks to Eric, they were a bit late, fifteen minutes late, the show had already started as they were looking for their table, thanfully everyone was into Adrián, they didn't recognized the six football players coming in, everyone but you.
You were surprised seeing them here, you didn't know they were fans of Adrián or the rest of the guys, but you were even more surprised when three of them sat in your table, you greeted them with a little "Buenas noches" and a warm smile, Pedri who was besides you smiled widely at hearing your voice
"Ferran Torres"
"Pablo Torre"
"Pedri"
You smile lightly "Y/N Y/L/N"
"Chica, deja de estar chanceando" (Girl, stop joking around) Pedri saw you lift your hands a bit surprised being scolded by your friend
"¡Pero no estoy chanceando!" (I'm not joking around!) You exclaimed a little
"¿Ah no?" He shook his head "What are you doing?"
"Greeting my tablemates" The place laughed at your face "¡Y si lo estuviese no es tú peo, mano!" (And if I were, it's not your deal, man!)
"Oye, mira tú-"
"¡'Tas en medio de un show, sigue hablando de como dejaste caer el telefono en el baño de la estación del metro!" (You're in the middle of a show, keep talking about how you dropped the phone in the subway station bathroom!)
"Verga y lo más arrecho es que lo tenía que usar urgente" (Fuck and the most awful thing is that I had to use it urgently) His words made the whole place laugh "You were with me that day"
"I definitely wasn't"
"¿Cómo que no estabas pero sabes lo que pasó?" (How come you weren't there but do you know what happened?)
"You texted it in the groupchat, tonto"
"Shit, I always do that, I eat and I pass pics, I shit and I pass pics, I walk and I pass pics, I play FIFA and I pass pics... I need to stop doing that"
"Please don't" You asked laughing "Me acuerdo aquel día que estabamos todos haciendo una videollamada, tú fuiste a hacerte una merienda y te ha salido una tarántula en uno de los empaques" (I remember that day we were all making a video call, you went to make yourself a snack and a tarantula came out in one of the packages)
"MOVING ON!" Laughter filled the room.
Besides your greeting and you apologising for your friend's craziness, you never spoke with any other of the guys just small smiles when the even was done you said your goodbyes to them and went to Adrián, Pedri sighed having lost his chance to talk to you
"C'mon, man. You let her go"
"I just couldn't do it... I don't know what happened"
"You'll have another chance, bro" Gavi patted Pedri's back smiling tightly at him "She was watching you too" The youngster smirked making Pedri shake his head
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, guys. Ya vuelvo" (I'll be back) And with that Pedri left them.
He splashed water on his face and cleaned his hands, slightly disappointed in the fact he didn't do anything else to talk to you. He shook his head
"Quizás no es hora" (Maybe it's not time) He murmured looking at his mirror reflection before leaving the bathroom.
It was like a destiny thing.
You were in front of him and seemed a bit lost, looking around with a confused face.
"¿Todo bien?" (Everything alright?) A male's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, turning around to meet the owner's voice
"Sí, todo bien. Sólo que, no tengo ni la menor idea de dónde puede estar la salida de este lugar" (Yes, everything's good. It's just, I don't have a single clue on where the exit of this place can be) You admitted "El muy..." You moved your moth but no sound came out "puto de Adrián me dejó por un chance que le salió, se fue así sin decir nada y..." (The... fucker of Adrián left me for a date he got, he left without saying anything and...) You sighed "I'm kinda lost in this big place" You smiled shyly "What about you?"
"Bathroom" You nod letting out a little 'Oh!' "Want me to help you?" Your eyebrows went up for a bit "I'm not an incredibly knowner of the place, I've come here twice... Maybe walk you to your car?" You smile shaking your head
"I would take up on your offer but I also don't have anyone to take me home, my car broke down yesterday, Adrián offered me the ride and you are probably busy or just want to have the rest of the night off, so I wouldn't like for you to ditch your plans to spend it glued to me because I was left alone" You smiled as he shook his head
"It wouldn't be a problem for me" Pedri said "I would love to help you, I can give you a ride if you like" He smiled softly "Venga, vamos" He offered your his arm "Maybe you can tell me about more of those healthy recipes? Or talk to me in Venezuelan slang?" You both laughed
"There are too many recipes I can share with my Venezuelan accent but we would need more time for that than a single ride" You accepted his arm watching him smirk
You looked at him smiling lightly "Then how about we can go for a coffee next time?"
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game over.
summary: meeting your ex at your friend's birthday party was the last thing you wanted, yet you somehow couldn't stay away from him.
pairing: pedri x reader
genre: fluff (sort of?), suggestive
warnings: none really, just a bit of toxic/fuckboy!pedri, making out
word count: 2.2k
a/n: this is my first fic i ever published. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing!! <3 (not proof-read)
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The music around you is loud, blaring through the speakers. The people in front of you dance to their hearts content, watching them as you sit on the sofa somewhere in the corner of the room. You lean back and laugh at the birthday boy in the middle of it all, moving like rent was due tomorrow morning.
Sira joins in at her boyfriend's antics.
Tonight was Ferran's birthday. And as with every birthday of his, he liked to go all out. Especially with the house parties. Especially especially because it was his first one in Barcelona, having spent the last one in Manchester. He was happy to be back in Spain and more so to play for one of the biggest clubs in the world.
It has always been a childhood dream of his and by extent yours too. The two of you grew up together in Valencia and always dreamed of living in the big city up north. You for your studies and him for the football. You managed to leave first, enrolling into the University of Barcelona. Ferran took a little detour to England before joining you 2 years later. It was one of the best news you have ever received.
Both you and Sira helped preparing this party and you are happy that so far everything went well. You still aren't sure how Ferran knew so many people in the short time he has been here in Barcelona but the house is filled up to the last bit - which worried you at first but, oh well.
It wasn't up to the ideal athlete lifestyle either, but who followed that nowadays anyways? It was his birthday and they don't have any important games in the next few days. Though maybe training's going to be a pain in the ass tomorrow, but that didn't have anything to do with you.
You focus on the crowd in front of you again.
Next to Ferran is another figure, one that was quite familiar to you. You two lock eyes for a split second before you turn your head away. Displeased, you take a sip of your drink.
Sira, who noticed immediately, looks at you with a smirk on her lips. "Have you still not talked it out?"
You sigh, "There is nothing to talk out really."
She hums, "Hm, sure. That's why you two always look like you want to make out and rip each other's throat out at the same time."
"Sounds kinky.", you say, not adding anything more and take another sip. You really didn't want to talk about him. Sira on the other hand suddenly takes great interest in the topic.
"__, come on. This can't go on like this forever. You know what always worked whenever Ferran and I fought? The jealousy card."
You look at her exasperated, "Are you trying to give me relationship advice right now? We didn't fight, we ended things, Sira. I don't want him back."
"Then stop looking at him like every two seconds."
You hadn't even noticed. You groan, "I'm going to get myself another drink." And with that you hurry to the kitchen. Far far away from Sira and her stupid advices. She calls after you, but you ignore her.
Yeah, okay. Maybe you looked at him like what, two times? So what. You haven't seen him in a while, of course you were a bit curious. That was only human, right? After all, you had a right to be curious.
Annoyed that you think about him again, you open the door to the kitchen only to be greeted by the devil himself; and apparently an accomplice of his as well, as some girl was clinging to his arm.
A curse almost leaves your mouth at the sight.
Pedri.
He looks good, he always does. His face was freshly shaved and his dark locks frame his face oh so perfectly. He wore a dark T-Shirt that highlighted his toned upper-body, it was truly unfair how attractive he was right now.
At the sight of you, the blonde girl next to him dugs her long nails deep into his biceps. She is pretty, you notice quickly, which just makes the whole situation worse.
You stand there for second, thinking. As much as you want to, leaving was absolutely not an option. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction. You want Pedri to know that you don't care about him anymore, just like what he said to you all those weeks ago.
So, you straighten your back and squeeze past them and straight towards the fridge. You hear the girl scoff behind you, probably annoyed that you interrupted whatever they planned on doing. Trying to seem unbothered, you open the fridge and lean down to grab one of the energy drinks stored at the bottom. You could have kneeled down too, but maybe you wanted Pedri to see. The dress you wore was short, barely covering your ass. And seeing this girl in his arms, alone in the kitchen, irks you for some reason.
She could never be you, and you wanted to remind Pedri of that.
You could feel his eyes on you, "I know that I was the best thing that probably ever happened to you, and that you miss me, but did you really have to follow me all the way back to the kitchen?", he says and the girl next to him giggles. It makes your blood boil. Who does he think he is?
You turn around, just in time to catch him checking out your ass, and smile at him, "You're so full of yourself, it's actually disgusting, you know?"
He pretends to think, "I've heard those word a few times before, yes. In a different context though."
Oh, how you hate him. You detest him so so much, and yet it makes something churn in your stomach. "I hate you.", is all you say before you leave the kitchen. You believe to hear a "Likewise" leave his mouth. Bastard.
Maybe Sira was right. The jealousy card worked, but not how you wanted to. Not on him, but on you. Somehow the thought of leaving Pedri alone with that blonde bitch irritates you. It enrages something deep within you. And you want to turn the tables.
Without really thinking too much about it, you move your way into the middle of the dance floor, grab some guy's hand and move your hips like you were on the broadway. Like you were Britney fucking Spears.
Two could play this game. You chuck down the last bit of your energy drink and move in-between all these sweaty bodies. It may looked wrong but it felt good to let loose.Lost in both music and thoughts, you suddenly someone bump into you. You recognize the brown locks immediately.
Pablo Gavira. A very close teammate of Pedri and possibly his best friend.
You met him a little bit later than Pedri but nevertheless considered him a pretty good friend of yours - even after everything that happened.
"Oh, sorry- __, hey."
"Hey.", you say and involve him in some small talk. You haven't seen him in quite some time either. Due to the loud noises though, the two of you were forced to talk to each other in close approximity. Not that you complained, he is an attractive guy, you just never saw him that way.
Gavi knew his boundaries, you both knew them. And you don't think he was interested you in that way either. However a little fun never hurt anyone, right?
You tucked Gavi a little closer and moved your hips against his. Your hands hold firmly onto his shoulders and to anyone around you it may have seemed like there was definitely more going on between you two.
To Gavi and you, though, it's nothing. It's fun. If Gavi knows what your true intentions are, he doesn't show it.
You catch movement from the left side of your eye. Pedri and the girl stand in a group of people now, talking and chatting with each other. You recognize Sira and Ferran to be part of them.
Sira spots you first and smiles mischievously. Next to her, Pedri now turns your way as well. He furrows his brow immediately and you look back to Sira, who is signaling something to you. You understand, of course. Giving in into her "advice", you grab around Gavi's neck and push your chest against his. As Gavi's hands wander down slowly, you lean in closer to his face.
But Pablo wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what you were doing. "And here I thought you just wanted to spend some quality time with me.", he whispers into you ear, acting fake-hurt by your actions. You reckon that he is joining in on this little game you are playing, knowingly playing with fire too.
Innocently, you reply, "Am I not?"
"Hm, are you not?", he asks and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
You laugh, "Who knows," his hand is now on your lower back, ",but I have to admit you're surprisingly good at this."
"Ah, now you're hurting my feelings for real. Why is that surprising?"
"I don't know, I just didn't expect it I guess. You never gave me an opportunity to think otherwise.", you say and the tips of your noses almost touch.
It was mindless chit-chat really. To anyone looking from outside though, it definitely was not just mindless chit-chat; which is exactly what you wanted. You look over to your left, dark brown eyes boring directly into you. You can't decipher the look on Pedri's face; but it isn't difficult to point out that it's not positive. You grin at him and watch as his jaw clenches.
Right then, Gavi turns your face to him, index finger under your chin. "Well, at least you know now.", he glances behind you and chuckles, "He's going to kill me later, but for now good luck."
He lets go and suddenly a large hand circles around your waist and pulls you back. You hate the way you lean into the touch unconsciously; how your body responds quicker than your brain and recognizes it straight away.
Gavi winks at him (or you, you're not sure to be honest) and turns back to the crowd.
"Game over, princess.", Pedri whispers into your ear. Goosebumps spread all over your body. "You think I don't know what you're up to? I'm not stupid."
"So why are you here then?"
He lays his hands on your hips and spins you around. His face is impossibly close, "Because you're a fucking minx and it's annoying me."
You look at him unimpressed, "Fuck off, Pedri."
His tight grip on you prevents you from leaving. Pedri grabs your jaw, "That was your plan all along, wasn't it? Getting me all riled up, try making me jealous with my best friend out of everyone."
"So what?", you look up at him. And he only stares back. You could have pretended to be innocent, but you were done. You wanted to lay all cards open. He couldn't do anything about it, you weren't his.
"I thought you hated me?"
"I do."
"Yeah?"
You hum, "So much." You haven't realized how close he was to you now, your lips only inches apart.
Pedri looks at them for a split moment. Then his eyes wander down your body and it takes everything in you to not buckle under his gaze. You remind yourself that you were strong, not weak. You wanted to leave him high and dry, show him that he couldn't find anyone better than you. But that task proved itself to be harder than you initially thought.
So you tug him forward by the hem of his pants and pull him down by his neck, clawing at it almost. "And did my plan work?", you breathe against his mouth.
Pedri's lips on yours are the only confirmation you need.
He kisses you with force and so much desperation and frustration. You did with just as much. It's been too long.
His hands roamed your body, stopping at your ass. It hurt to admit how much you missed him on you. He squeezes the flesh of your butt, pulling you into him and you gasp into his mouth. "God, I missed you so much.", he roans.
You don't know how long you continued to make out, exploring each other as if it was your first time.
Only when someone bumps into you, the two of you part. You feel your heart beat hard against your chest. Stil trying to steady your breath, you look at him - unsure on how to proceed. But your lord and savior, in the form of Ferran, saves you from the awkwardness
"Pedri!", he calls him over. The boys are gathered in a group, and whatever they managed to do, they wanted to show Pedri.
He looks over to them, signaling them that he's coming.
He turns to you with a smirk. "We should definitely repeat that.", Pedri winks and caresses your face. He leaves a soft kiss on your cheek before leaving. His actions and words didn't match, which confuses you even more. But that was a problem for another time.
For now, you just bite your lip and smile after him. "Yeah.", is all you manage to say.
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Im begging you for a Ferran smuuuut, you are so fucking talented with your writing!!!!
Off limits (Ferran x Lewandowski! Reader) smut
Warnings: smut, size kink, Lewy as an overprotective brother, he is not dating Sira on this
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There is an unwritten rule in football.
Sisters are off limits.
Doesn't matter how attracted you are to a teammate's sister, how much chemistry you have, how much she is begging you with her eyes to fuck her, you mustn't, you can't, or there will be trouble.
Ferran had never truly thought much about the rule, he liked it really, never been able to imagine his sister dating one of his teammates, so he always guessed it was an ok rule.
That is until you entered his life.
Robert Lewandowski was exactly what Barça was waiting for, a joy after Messi's departure that broke everyone's hearts.
The man was awesome too, both as a footballer and as a person, even if still a bit confused with Spanish, he always gave his best to get along with teammates.
Soon after his arrival, he decided to organise a house party, a pool one taking chance of the summer heat, searching to strengthen relationships with his new team.
That's when Ferran met you, dressed in a skimpy bikini and a cheerful smile, trying your best to communicate with the team.
He felt a sense of pride towards himself and his time on Manchester when Pedri lamented not knowing English next to him, Gavi was too young, same with Balde, he cursed Eric and Ansu because how they didn't waste a second to surround you.
There was joy in his heart though, when he noticed he was the one you had set your pretty eyes on.
There were bright smiles on your faces as you chatted, he fell in love with your giggling, how you twirled your hair, how you were not afraid at all to show him exactly how attracted you were to him. How you played with his chain and complimented him on it, compliments algo being thrown at his physique, you were flirting when you asked him to sometime help you to work out.
You were a minx, a temptation that he unfortunately realised he couldn succumb when he felt Robert Lewandowski's hard gaze on his back. So he was set on forgetting about you and your sultry smile that he knew he could never have.
You didn't let him though, showing up to matches, training, yet ignorant to his presence you were not about to drag yourself after him -that was something he had to do if he truly wanted you.
And God, does he want you.
Ferran feels as if flying, a goal and an assistance after so long, he felt it as a way to answer to all those internet trolls that have nothing better to do than tearing him down.
Lewandowski, ever the great man, offers to take them all out to dinner.
And of course you are here how could you not? All pretty with your brother's number on your back, laughing at whatever Ansu and Eric - the other winner of the night, afe telling you. His jaw is clenched, and he feels like fighting his friends.
There is a moment where your eyes meet, yours dating him, teasing him to get him to talk to you after so long, still, he doesn't dare to, not with your brother watching them all, making sure none of them get too close to his dear little sister.
The table starts to empty, players wanting to rest with their families back home, Lewandowski leaves with a warning eye, daring everyone to even try anything with you, asking you to not come home late.
Pedri and Gavi -ever the duo, leave. Only Ansu, Eric, him and you are left.
"Do you want us to take you home? It's on our way" Ansu asks you, he too about to leave along Eric.
You shake your head with a kind smile "No, it's alright, I am not going directly home tonight"
They all rise an eyebrow, curious, yet no one dares to ask. It's only you and him left, and not even like that you talk to him, picking up your stuff and walking out from the restaurant, he follows close behind.
"Soo, what are you doing now?" you give him a side eye.
"So we are on talking terms again?"
"We always have!"
"So what was that about ignoring me?"
"You ignored me too"
"I ignored you because you started, I wasn't about to follow you around like a lost puppy"
Ferran is regretful "Well, I just felt kind of scared I guess. Your brother's glare is enough to kill a man"
You huff "Don't you tell me, always scaring off my boyfriends and reminding me about some unwritten rule about-"
"-sisters being off limits"
"Yeah, exactly"
The two of you are quiet, eyes on each other.
"You have no idea how I wish the rule didn't exist, you have no idea how much I want you since seeing you walking around in that tiny bikini of yours"
"I may or may have not already seen you around and decided to put it on to make an impression"
"God, you are killing me over here"
"You know..." you take a step closer, looking up to him, you hand playing with jewelery on his neck "... what my brother doesn't know won't hurt him"
Ferran doesn't answer for a second, his gaze doesn't falter from yours.
".... Get in my car"
That's how you end up like this, your legs over Ferran's shoulders, his hips pistoning into yours, completely filling you up, his pace doesn't falter as his lips are on yours.
"God, you feel so fucking tight around me, darling. So small, I can fucking see me inside of you" he is rambling, isn't even sure of what he is saying.
His hands push against the bulge on your stomach, making you whine out, both of your moans are uncontrollable.
"You have no idea how long I have waited for this, my love. From the first time I set eyes on you, I wanted you. Hated how everyone surrounded you when you should have been mine from the first moment"
"Fuck you and your morals for making me wait so long, god, Ferran, you are so big, can feel you so fucking deep"
His figure completely envelopes you, if someone were to enter the room they wouldn't be able to see you. He is so big everywhere in comparison to you, he is everywhere you look, everything you want, you want him to fill you up to the brim.
Youe hand reaches towards the jewelery adorning his neck, pulling him to meet your lips again, he separates, grinning down at you "I am starting to think you have a kink with my chain"
"I do, I am not ashamed of it"
He lazily grins, his hips are nothing alike, the bed is shaking, you hope a dent won't from on the wall, but it seems likely.
"God, I am coming soon, darling. Cum with me pretty"
His words bring you to extasis, finally finding the release you have waited so much to come from this man, your walls tighten around him, he whines, groans, moans all the sounds that get you hornier.
You are on cloud 9 as he continues to fuck you, his cock slamming into you, his hips start to tremble before you finally feel him fill you up, he falls into your chest, breathing heavily but not coming out.
He notices your faraway look, kissing your cheek, massaging your sides.
"Come on, darling, we are not done yet, we have months to make up for"
Needless to say, as you arrive home the next Morning, Robert is furious, more so when you refuse to say to whom the marks on your neck belong to.
And when it doesn't take long for him to figure out who the giver is, Ferran is sure the man has a future on private investigation after retiring as he runs away from the Polish.
#barca#fc barca#pedri#spanish nt#barcelona#spain national team#spain nt#ferran torres imagine#ferran torres x reader#ferran torres smut#ferran torres#ferran#Gavi#Ansu fati#eric garcía
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Hey girl can u do something with a famous reader who gets a lot of male attention and gavi hates it and thinks that she will cheat on him so he becomes really distant and mean to hide the insecurity he's feeling.
A/N: I decided to combine these two requests. Hope you like it.
Warnings: none
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He wrapped his arms around you and placed a small kiss on your shoulder. You smiled as you put on your earring and looked at him through the mirror.
-I can’t wait for tonight.- he said. He grabbed your hand and twirled you around, your dress draping beautifully around you. -You’re going to be the most beautiful one there.-
You laughed. -I highly doubt that Gavi. But Im excited to finally go to an event with you.-
The two of you were on your way to an event with the Spanish national team. Your schedules were both so busy that you hadn’t been able to go with him to the last event and you were excited.
-Im excited to be Mr. Pablo Gavi’s plus one.- you smirked causing him to laugh and roll his eyes at you. -Says miss Y/N, Spain’s number one top model.-
When you arrived to the event you quickly found Sira, Ferran’s girlfriend. You hugged each other and smiled as you realized the four of you had been sat together. You had only hung out with some of the WAGS for Barça and even less for the national team. A few minutes later you were delighted when Alvaro Morata and his wife Alice showed up, they were also sitting with you. You stood up and hugged Alice whom you had met in the modeling world. -You look gorgeous Y/N.- said Alice causing you to blush.
-How does it feel to be with Mr. Golden Boy?- asked Alvaro which prompted a hit on the chest by Alice. -We should be asking Gavi how it feels to be with THE top model.- she said. The attention turned to Gavi who was laughing. He looked over at you. -You’re right, Alice. I’m the lucky one.-
Dinner was soon served and eventually the boys left to mingle leaving the three of you to chit chat. -Is Gavi okay?- asked Sira. -Was it what Alvaro said?- added Alice. You shook your head.
-I don’t know. Lately he seems out of it. Sometimes I think he hates the attention that I get.- you confided in your friends.
-You’re the hottest thing right now.- said Sira. -He better get used to it.-
-Well how did you handle it?- you asked Alice. She shrugged her shoulders. -We were older Y/N. I think you just need to give him some time.-
You spent the rest of the night talking with the girls and eventually Gavi asked you to dance. The night was magical. As you were about to leave a few people came up and asked you for some pictures. You smiled and agreed. Gavi took your purse from you. -Here I’ll hold this for you.- you smiled and gave him a kiss as you went to pose for the pictures. What started with three people wanting pictures turned to a line of ten. You looked over at Gavi and offered him an apologetic smile. He stood there on the side looking down at the floor.
Before walking back to Gavi you were pulled away by someone’s hand. When you turned around you realized it was a male model you had worked with before. It took you by surprise. -Sergio!- he gave you a hug and placed a kiss on your cheek. -Y/N, you look lovely.- Your cheeks turned red. You talked with him for a while until you finally said your goodbyes as you sensed Gavi was ready to leave.
-Did you have fun?- you asked Gavi on your way home. -Yeah.- he answered coldly. You placed your hand on his thigh as he drove causing no reaction from him. You took your hand and placed it on your lap looking out the window. You felt like he had been pushing you away lately. It had surprised you that he had invited you to the event because lately he had been spending all of his time out of the house almost as if he was avoiding you. You could feel a knot forming in your throat as he opened the your door so you could get out of the car.
-Thank you for inviting me.- you said to him as you walked to your front door. He smiled sheepishly. -Have a good night, te quiero.- he said as he placed a soft kiss on your lips and began to walk to his car.
You didn’t sleep well at all that night. The next morning you woke up to messages from Gavi but they weren’t what you were expecting. There was headlines about you and Sergio.
-I guess no matter what I do I’ll never be good enough for Spain’s top model.- read Gavi’s message. You rolled your eyes thinking that somehow a headline you had nothing to do with was now your fault according to your boyfriend. You decided to ignore it and get ready for your photo shoot of the day. Before leaving your house you decided to text Gavi. -Te quiero.- No response.
As soon as you arrived to your photoshoot you turned off your phone and got in the zone. Five hours later as you were getting ready to head back home you turned on your phone hoping Gavi had responded but nothing.
Instead of going home you decided to go to his house. When he opened the door he rolled his eyes. -Hola amor to you too.- you said annoyed. He walked into the house with you following him. -I’m sorry, I don’t remember saying we would see each other today.-
-We didn’t.- You spat back.
-Then?-
You scoffed. -Don’t worry, I can take a hint. I know where I’m not wanted.- before even placing your things down you turned and began to walk towards the front door.
-Yeah, perfect excuse to run to Sergio’s arms right?- he stopped you dead on your tracks.
-Excuse me?-
-I’m not good enough for you. Just say it.-
You rolled your eyes.
-You know what Pablo. I am done. What is all of this about? When have I done anything to make you think I would cheat on you or that you’re not good enough?-
He stood there in silence. -I feel like I always have to share you.- he finally said. -There’s always someone trying to get your attention, a picture with you, the male models all over you.-
You took a step closer to him. -And I chose you, Pablo.-
-For how long?- he asked. -Until the next big thing comes around?- you shook your head. -Is this why you’ve been so distant?- He shrugged his shoulders.
-I chose you Pablo but I’m not afraid to let you go if you keep on treating me like crap.- you informed him as you began to walk out the door.
-No, Y/N. Please stop. I love you. I’m just afraid I’m going to end up hurt. I’ve never felt this way for anyone.-
You turned back and walked close to him placing a small kiss on his lips. -Just so you know, I’m still upset at you right now. But I need you to know I love you Pablo.-
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not every story is a fable
(reposted from Twitter)
So in reading Christian commentary on NT parables, and its wild and ugly claims about first-century Jews and Judaism, I often find myself wondering how they got there. And I think I've discerned the process.
It goes a little something like this:
Christians receive traditional interpretations of what the parables “mean." E.g. the prodigal son means you should forgive people, the good Samaritan means you should help people in need. These meanings are, generally, banal.
Rather than reading the parables as stories, Christians read them as fables with a moral. They read them through the lens of that moral instead of approaching them without a predetermined interpretation.
Christians also believe that the parables must contain revolutionary, radical truths.
So now, they somehow have to resolve the idea that the stories are radical with the fact that their received interpretations are obvious/banal/the same thing plenty of other people have said.
And that goes a little something like this:
Since (what they believe are) the morals of these stories don't sound radical to contemporary Westerners, they project that radicalness backward onto the parable's original context and audience. That is, it must have been radical/shocking at the time, to the people who first heard it.
Now they have to resolve the dilemma of how something that sounds so banal and obvious to us could have been radical and shocking and scandalous(!) to the original listeners.
Most of them aren't going to say "Jesus's Jewish listeners were incredibly malicious and/or incredibly stupid," at least out loud. So they move to: Projecting that onto Jewish culture, Jewish law, "religious law," etc.
So then they need to make up norms/customs/attitudes that would make the parable "shocking." If they can find a source that maybe seems to say something that hints in that direction, they'll claim it says a lot more than it does and that it was normative. (E.g. Ben Sira saying you can tell things about a man from how he walks ends up meaning "the villagers would have stoned the father for running to greet his long-lost son" and of course that running to greet your long-lost son would be S H O C K I N G to the listeners.)
It's why they love throwing "ritual purity" in there so much.
The father in the Prodigal Son story wouldn't embrace his son because he was ritually impure! (If the father was out doing farm stuff and wasn't going to the Temple any time soon, most likely, so was he.)
The kohen and the Levite in the Good Samaritan story passed by the dying man on the side of the road because they were afraid he would make them ritually impure! (The story is very clear they were headed AWAY from Jerusalem, and thus the Temple, so no.)
The Pharisee in the Temple has contempt for the tax collector and doesn't want to stand next to him because he's ritually impure! (No, if the tax collector is in the Temple, he is in a state of ritual purity.)
An anthropologist friend of mine told me that when anthropologists/archaeologists are confronted with an object from an ancient culture and they don't know what it's for, the default category is "ritual object."
Did you dig up a weird-shaped ax that doesn't seem well-designed for either being a weapon OR chopping things? Ritual object.
Find a statue with some odd characteristics? Ritual object.
"Ritual purity" appears to be to Christian understanding of Jewish customs what "ritual object" is to anthropologists. Anything that doesn't make sense to you, put down to "ritual purity."
So, anyway, the process goes like this:
parables must be shocking >
they're not shocking to me >
they must have been shocking to Jews >
make up supposed Jewish customs/laws/attitudes that would have made normal behavior "shocking"
It’s exhausting.
(Photo credit: Andrea Piacquadio)
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trying again since I failed the first time.
Daisy Tonner as a regressor? If you want.
Regressor Daisy Tonner Headcanons!
so. pretty sure we can all guess why daisy regresses. why does this show traumatize them all so young akwkxkanfsna
daisy usually regresses on a bit of a wide scale, anywhere from 2-10, sometimes not specific enough of an age label. she just feels *small* and its enough to calm her down
usually the younger she feels, the farther away she feels from the hunt. if she's at the youngest end of her regression age, she doesn't feel those urges and she can actually relax
needless to say, elias really doesn't like her regression because it makes her effectively useless to him when he needs someone taken care of (with bullets or fists)
basira is her cg, of course. she found out about daisy's regression pretty early on when they worked together in the police
daisy trusts basira basically blindly, especially when she's regressed very small
daisy lovesssss going to the park. she can run around, slide, swing, play on all the equipment, so long as basira keeps an eye on her because she gets scared to play if basira isn't watching
shes pretty scared of herself and who she becomes when she's regressed, which...is hard to handle. lots of shed tears, lots of attempts at comfort, lots of crying herself to sleep
daisy loves sweets, and she will sniff them out wherever basira hides them. she knows she isn't allowed to have too many, but she does not care. basira has absolutely found daisy with a bottle of pancake syrup, drinking it like its a sippy cup, on more than one occasion
playdates with jon? playdates with jon
at first neither of them get along and playdates are not really allowed because basira thinks daisy will still kill jon, but after a while when they become Trauma Buddies, yeahhh playdates are fine
(in this world polychives is a go shhhh its not important to daisy)
basira gets pics sometimes of just. daisy and jon napping together from tim or martin or sasha, and its so sweet. she has also gotten pics of daisy picking jon up, or of them petting street cats
there is also video evidence of these two having. maybe one singular braincell to share...they spent maybe half an hour one day just running and jumping onto the sofa in the archives. just yeeting themselves at it and laughing their heads off (it was daisy's idea)
i love the idea of daisy's main nicknames being pup and sugar. she gets called all the regular ones (baby, kiddo, sweetheart, etc) but pup and sugar are her faves
no cg name for basira, daisy's too shy for that. her name just usually comes out more as 'sira when daisy's small
i did not know i had so many opinions on regressor daisy alzkecjanxbrh i'd never considered it but now i'm in love
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I’m pretty sure he’s with Luis Enrique’s daughter (Sira Martínez). She’s Ferran Torres ex🤔
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࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ aiysha hart, 26, cis woman, she + her. announcing the arrival of NASIRA of house FELL, the LADY of FELWOOD. whispers among the court name them to be both COMPASSIONATE and CALCULATIVE in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in music, the arts & swordsmanship. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of the sweet little lamb with your soft heart sent off as a sacrifice to further a dream — how a songbird sang as saltwater tears saw a secret garden grow — the remnants of old valyria that run through ruined veins — a sword of vengeance a sweet woman picked up on her own to restore balance to the world. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their loyalties truly lie with THE TARGARYENS / HOUSE FELL.
# basic information.
official name: nasira valaena fell. nicknames: sira ( used by close friends, immediate family and persons given permission to do so ). noble title: lady of felwood. date of birth: september 22nd. age: twenty six. birthplace: felwood, the stormlands. home: felwood, the stormlands. nationality: westerosi. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she & her. orientation: bisexual. monikers: silvermoon. languages: common tongue, low & high valyrian ( fluent ) bits of dothraki, bravossi & old tongue ( knows enough to understand and is continuing to learn ) . accent: light stormlands accent.
# physical information.
faceclaim: aiysha hart.
ethnicity: valyrian & andal ( more valyrian than andal ).
hair: dark brown / black with a singular and naturally occurring white stripe ( depending on the time of year to the specific shade ). nasira's hair is a crown of beauty - a signature feature. generally she will wear her hair long down to the small of her back. It was longer once and did reach to the middle of her thighs but did recently trimmed to the aforementioned length. It has never not been long since cutting her hair short would be the most drastic move near enough to hurt her soul as one can get. Fells are not known for much but they all have great hair. currently, it is pulled back when training or doing any sort of work with paints/medicines / or where it can get caught. It is generally dressed in braids or a style to keep it out of her face. She has a decent selection of hair ornaments that are multi-functional items for more than just hair but that you would not suspect are more than simple, pretty things. On special occasions and public appearances, she will have flowers and decorative silver strands woven into it as part of it's styling..
eyes: brown, flecks of amber in the correct sunlight.
height: 5ft 8in.
build: Athletic but curvaceous. Nasira’ is a mesomorph. Gorgeous babe built to last but she has an air of tenderness. A gentility that can’t be shaken. Knife woman but soft.
scent: Sandalwood, misty mornings, touches of cedar, young pine, moonflower, agave, twists of amyris with a slight citrus tone. Sweet, spicy, earthy and vaguely woody.
dominant hand: ambidextrous but favors her right hand for some tasks
allergies: none.
scars: No significant scarring but does have cuts and scrapes, which par for the course for any active and hands-on human being as she has made herself and remade herself. They do fade and leave her never lasting.
distinguishing features: expressive eyes that can at one moment be near doe-like and others if so motivate sharp and siren-like. her jawline is quite spectacular. sira's smile once upon a time was quite luminous too and frankly as mentioned before her hair is amazing. can i say everything ?.
clothing style: In general terms Nasira dresses as impressively as House Fell can afford but it is dependent on the activities planned or what functions are needed to be performed. It would be simpler to say she dresses nicely but not extravagantly often. Also, nothing is ever just one singular thing. Like the language of flowers, the subtle arts she’s trained herself in the dress style communicates something that the more observant person will notice. Color, cut, style - even the fabric is a message. To be clear, House Fell may not have great power and can be overlooked. Because of this, when you need to notice them, you will notice them. They are good at blending in, but when the small house has a statement, it will be made. Nasira does not care for gaudy pieces, preferring a more minimalistic type of jewelry, simple and elegant. She likes silver as opposed to gold but will wear it if needed. Flowers in her hair on special occasions will always send a message. Sira also has silver rings. Two, in particular, belong to someone she lost, and another to an honor house fell with a moss agate moon. Post margaery fall out - there is always a knife somewhere on her - usually in her bodice and if not in her bodice in her boots or concealed in her hair.
piercings: She has eight total. four piercings per ear, three on her lobe and a helix. Think roronoa zoro-esque but not always are they all in but they are there and present. If they close, she has no problem opening them again, as her pain tolerance is high
# personality.
label: the orphic / the broken bird. mbti: estj. enneagram: the investigator. element: air / earth. star sign: virgo-libra cusp ( technically just a virgo ). temperament: melancholic. character inspirations: elain ( acotar ), fang runin ( poppy wars ), eowyn ( lotr ), rhaenyra ( hotd ), elora ( willow ) vex'ahlia ( cr ). deadly sin: wrath. heavenly virtue: kindness. godly parent: artemis.
# drives.
hobbies: composing & playing a variety of music, singing, sword fighting, weaving, dance, embroidery, painting, reading, healing arts ( poisons too ), many many more things. religion: faith of the seven. alliance: house targaryen & house fell. personal goals: avenging herself and taking action against those who would ruin both her reputation and her family's standing ( though the fells are very solidly a part of courtly life ), restoring her friendships and status. would they choose family or power? to this she says both because her logic would stand to point out how if she gains power so would her family and vice versa. truthfully though while she'd say this she would chose those she considers family.
# familial ties.
parent one: goodwin fell. relationship: father, ruling lord; living. parent two: nareys. relationship: mother, third wife of the ruling lord, deceased. spouse: tbd. relationship: tba. sibling: three, utp fell. relationship: brother, sister, siblings other: tbd. relationship: tba.
narrative...
Each of us has a destiny - much as we deny it or fight control a fate few can change. It is pre-woven into the fabric of time carefully stitched together by the hands of gods to serve as a lesson in our own time. While its true purpose has yet to reveal itself, your destiny would see you as the final Fell of a generation. You are the last of them, the last of a line born to a third marriage, barely crying as you let air fill your lungs for the first time. What a tiny, fragile little you were born without knowledge of your actual significance, the legacy carried, or the world thrust upon you. They call you Nasira, the helper, the victorious one - strong in your little limbs and the beating of your heart. You are loved, and in the same vein, you were created, as many of your ancestors before, to serve a purpose - to be a pawn in the great game. Would you let this happen, though? If a woman could change the course of history, would you not run into the darkness to whisk away a child to train her for what she needed to be prepared for? There is no changing a past already cemented in time, knowing a child ought to have its childhood. Even if it could be changed, you'd never be ready for the day, and you would see all of your training fail to protect you.
Your happiest days, you have yet to realize, were when you were aware of nothing, the little laughing love of Felwood. Already, you had proven your resilience; not but a year old and your mother would pass, and never knowing the woman from Norvos who belonged to the blood of old Valyria, you would not miss her but would prove to be a light. You were a kind babe, playing with the children of servants and smallfolk. Little Sira would share toys and give away what you deemed precious to those who needed them. How you would follow your siblings about like a little shadow, picking up their habits even then and sneaking to a father's study drawing on the backs of messages that came in secret from across the sea from the desk of an emperor, you would know nothing about until you were much older. You would sing to your septas as they braided your hair, highlighting the single streak of silver white that discolored it in its darkness. Despite your struggles with sleep that was ever present from a mind that could never find peace easily, seeing you up at odd hours, you were a joy. You would read and dance, and you were kind. How a young person lived every moment, unaware of how far they would slip from you one day. Nasira Fell, you would be and already were worth your weight in gold - with a little more polish, you might have sparkled greater than the prized mineral. You were a darling. If there had ever been one before you, it was doubtful there would be someone so heartfelt and compassionate after.
Little lamb, you were too curious for your good, hungry to learn and be useful playing at the feet of giants since you were but a babe soaking in the knowledge of what made the world turn. How observant you were as childhood gave way to girlhood, recalling details even the most trained eye failed to see impressing a father much - too much. You seal your fate the moment you excel, the moment you are more than a girl fluttering about your world and court when your father brought you to present to his peers. How could you know? How could you, of all sweet things in this world, know you were being fattened up, prepared for the slaughter like a sacred offering into the mouth of the dragon meant to be the price a father paid for his ambitious intentions? How could you know that the days you took for granted in your excellent education would be stolen from you as swiftly as they came? You could not for once upon a time long ago; your tender heart believed in the goodness of human beings, not knowing many were but monsters hiding in plain sight, waiting for something to sink its teeth into.
Beautiful little willing lamb, you jump at the opportunity to be a companion and lady. You are thrilled to be told that your father wishes you to befriend Margaery Targaryen. How you love her with a fierceness, you are loyal to a fault to a dragon. Innocence is weaponized and honey a trap, but when your friends and the friends of your friends are this way - you too are good at pretending. After all, you are Nasira Fell, named helper, victorious in your strength, and despite your tender heart, you are as part of those girls as any of them, and your care for each is genuine. So genuine, you blind yourself to the teeth closing around your throat slowly over the time you spend yourself on friends. Your reality without even knowing it with all your supposed knowledge and wisdom - you were foolish to trust any of them. No, not a fool. A creature in love blinded by that love to some degree.
Was it the love you had for your friends - the ones you would've willingly died for? Was it instead the secret love you harbored for someone else that took good sense and tore your focus from where it should've been? You, after all, had been friends with this person quietly, wrote to them in secret, watered your garden with tears, and wove by candlelight textiles to clothe and keep them with secret stitches and hidden meanings. Did you not meet them too when your person was close to where they were in the hours you could not sleep to be in a place you felt safe and at peace? Your mind is so preoccupied that you seem to forget you were here for more reasons than to be a friend to the lady Targaryen.
You do not remember the rumors - how specific they were or what was said. Nasira, you do remember, though, there were many vicious rumors. Who had you offended, who had been so envious of you to be so casually cruel as to wish to set your world aflame? They spread like wildfire, unable to be contained, and they tore you from your friends, seeing you ruined. Rumors had nearly destroyed you. The fallout was not quiet; you were not unscathed, and a person you loved like your own family, a sister almost to you, had to turn her back as you turned to ash. Where could you go now? Where could you lick wounds and be with your broken self until the world forgot who it had burned? The place you had made your home you were not welcome to anymore - Castamere could not hold you for sake of its reputation and your falling out with its young dragoness. Court was not an option either, as a father couldn't help you directly, for it jeopardized his position and those of your siblings. As if you had died, you would return to Felwood and haunt it like a ghost.
You do live like a ghost for some time - grieving over all you have personally lost, eating away at your soul. Eyes once so full of light dulled and seeing no one. Did you even sing in those days, or did the music die in between your wails during howling storms? It was this way, you spectral thing, living like the former ruins of old Valyria, still smoking with your own supposed doom. What happened next when the Nasira you'd become crossed paths with Silverflame, the ancestral sword that had hung above your mantle for decades, still as sharp as the day it was made? How often have you walked past it and never cared how it was handled or who held it? Were you staring too long, and it began to speak to you? What did an older sibling find standing by the hearth but the formerly bereaved woman mourning her life with the flicker of flame in her eyes, holding the weapon barely able to lift it from its place? You whispered two words, breathing new life for the first time in a long while, nearly frightening this elder sibling of yours --- teach me.
What were you going to do with a sword? You were no warrior before, but your arms cried for it. You needed to feel the blade there to replace the sensation of defenselessness needing to right the world. Though unlikely you would ever have to use it, a lady learned how to wield it - silver flame giving you a reason to continue. It spoke to you of vengeance, retribution for the name a court had sullied and had by this time forgotten the reasons it had been in the first place. You would find your life in planning the undoing of those who had hurt you once, knowing you would not allow them the mercy you would have once extended to them were you the girl they offered up. They would face a woman who had been burned and still survived. They would see a minor goddess who had sharpened herself in her isolation to be a quietly fearsome thing - one who knew how to work her way out of the ruins made for her to restore balance to the world—days had become filled again with studying medicines, poisons, sword skills, strategy at a greater level and planning. Most of all, Nasira, you have made plans so intricate and so well laid out that not even a father who had since informed you about his secret correspondence with a foreign power would understand. You have incorporated that into your plans - your family's subtle relationship as informants in court with the emperor of essos. So you return to court, enough time has passed, the world has forgotten who you'd been, and you seek out an old friend, hoping to reconnect with them to use them in your quest. You still love that same friend as much as you ever did, but how much more are you like Margaery now - Nasira?
You are still so unaware of who your actual betrayer was. Oh, the path you are on now, the eventuality you are headed towards, would see you again sacrifice part of yourself - will you be so willing to betray a friend as they once were for the power to return the hurt? Little lamb with your storied blood and your minor household, your sword firmly, or you may still die upon it if you think to slay dragons. Then again- does the world expect your teeth, you sweet, compassionate being? We are sure to find out what destiny lies before you, Nasira of House Fell.
# wanted connections.
connections across the narrow sea: new & close friends, correspondence, allies in secret, lazlo vc: the most devious bastards in NEEEEEW YORK CITAAAY.
nasira has been let in on her father's correspondence over the many years with the emperor seeming to play both sides as staunch supporter of the Targaryen dynasty and informant to the emperor of essos. this is not a known fact to anyone other than the fells and those the emperor would trust. it has been a personal point of nasira to make connections across the narrow see in the former valyrian freeholds, in the new empire and among their nobility. sira is a prolific writer and would've written numerous letters to establish friendships and encourage positive relationships. this action would apply to before and after what would befall her in court ( and how aware they are of that situation is whatever ). it is also entirely possible in the time narisa was away from the Targaryen court and isolating herself from most of westeros that she may have traveled to essos. this is a broad connection in reality because if she's corresponded, visited even these persons could've taught her something etc. they would be a largely positive connection with potential to be included in her plot to avenge herself. it would be interesting if a few of them were already involved and potentially helping her find out the culprit to her former demise. they wouldn't know again how involved her house is with the emperor unless told if at all. totally just a jumping off point for further and more specific plotting! help support our villain origin story or just boop her nose
deathly dances before daybreak: sparring partners, early morning cyvasse players - etc.
as mentioned briefly before - nasira is a light sleeper often prone to being awake far earlier than others. add to this that nasira to make the most of this time when the world is quiet takes to improving herself and her skills. your muse(s) could've encountered her at some point in one of these efforts either working in the training courtyards, perched in a window sill of a library reading a book and still within reach of the cyvasse board she plays against herself or exploring the world that often can over look her because they can. In any case they've caught her and for whatever reason they are drawn into the situation, unable to help but join. They've made this a routine as strange new companions ( former, current or brand new friends or!! friendly rivals) and are learning from each other! this is open to so many iterations and possibilities - again detailed but broad to give us a jumping off point.
the secret garden -- does it still bloom? : the failed secret romance/lost love
for more details please check out the wanted connection on the main for this or in the discord but ugh give me all - ALL - of this potential angst. this muse had to distance themselves for one reason or another. the love was deep, very real and a most unexpected thing for two people. your muse in a sense had to watch her burn, could not save her from the spread of rumors - you couldn't prevent it. let me cry over this while listening to a slowed version of 'a quiet between the storms' and just all the emotions hurt me on this one. 😭
all the things : seriously give me all the connections
i am one who loves to brainstorm, to build something special for each character i write with to see us forward. let us do something awesome. bonus points if you bring me the half-siblings!
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Ahh Aether looks so pretty as young Bjorn! And so does Sira ofc ❤️ Knowing that Aether has to face his father upsets me so much 😭 he better have a happy ending! (Does he end up with anyone!?) I’m literally praying none of the babies die 😔 Also I wanted to tell you how much I love Aeisra! She isn’t your typical badass main character and much softer and sweet but not to such an extent, her head is always filled with negative emotions and hatred but she wants to be jusr like mother so she pushes them all aways since they are emotions thag remind her of Daemon (not me literally jumping up and down for the Driftmark chapter!)
⭐️ anon
so so sorry for replying to this late, star anon !! :(((
aether is our resident pretty boy indeed <33 i won't disclose much on aether's ending but there will be someone for him as the story progresses. i am praying with you, love; i hope none of them die T^T awww, that means so much to me; aesira is my little baby and i'm so happy that you love her. your analysis for her is spot on. she has too much negative emotions in her head that can only be associated with daemon most of the time and the more that she pushes them in her subconscious, the more that she becomes resentful, unknowingly becoming the person she despises.
the dirftmark chapter is near !!! i was inspired by the 2nd season oho
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i know it says mother and daughter but some of them could be used as a poster for a movie focused on an intricate homoerotic friendship
wait lemme check again. ohhh ur right. the headline fooled me it's even homophoic to call them familial in these
we could have like. some kind of homoerotic student teacher relationship like a cellist and her protege with a toxic but deeply compelling artistic relationship. the teacher is creating the student in her own image and the intimacy of becoming is terrifying but also an honor, something deeply spiritual and sexually charged. the contrast between elegance and intimacy/dishevelment and the different gazes is doing a lot of storytelling.
this is probably the main movie poster. the title is something like Dollmaker (2024). it's a feminist movie so the main theme is something like how women have to be like dolls and perform in order to be accepted in high places in society. one of the main tensions is that chae sira's character makes yuri's character conform to the level of femininity required to be respected in south korea's classical music world. but neither of them actually fit in, no matter how hard they try. yuri's gaze is lower and facing away from the camera, implying some kind of power dynamic between her and chae sira, whose gaze is bright and direct with a relaxed but bright smile. there's a dark ribbon around her neck and sira's dress is black, connecting her arms with yuri's neck, some kind of power dynamic for sure. sira's partially covered. implying secrets and ways she puts yuri in front of herself when addressing the world.
this is also an excellent movie poster. the possessive arm around the waist. how chae sira's fingers are curled around yuri's. the bare collarbones. yuri's sleeveless less formal dress but matching shoes. the disheveled hair represents the fact that while they are beautiful and elegant and therefore normative, something that shouldn't be happening is happening and it's something they share, a secret. they both address the camera, yuri is more posed and off balance, leaning on sira who has both feet planted. maybe yuri tries to become her teacher in every way possible, supposedly to achieve the same kind of success but actually because she's sexually obsessed with her. but it's actually not the real version of chae sira's character that she's emulating but the carefully manufactured version she's cultivated to show to the world. what yuri is trying to become is not a real person, it's impossible to actually achieve perfection.
their hair looks wet, like they were just doing something that needs explaining before u saw them. chae si ra looks regal and formal in her posture, is looking ahead but not directly at the viewer. she is putting up a front, and the hand curled around yuri is representing that she is trying to protect her. yuri is in what looks like a long shirt over a slip dress, she presented herself to the world in a way that is inappropriate and maybe chae sira even took off her outer layer to give it to yuri. yuri is less formal but her arms are covered and the color matches with sira's dress more than hers. but yuri directly addresses the camera, holding onto sira. there's a boldness in her gaze, she doesn't care that she is being seen as inappropriate. she is hiding behind sira but also bolder than sira.
maybe the plot is that yuri slowly goes crazy trying to become her teacher and pushes herself to practice too much and spirals. meanwhile chae sira has a professional threat and someone is trying to blackmail her and she's hiding this from yuri who thinks it's because she herself did something wrong to make her teacher distrust her, which contributes to the spiraling. at her lowest moment yuri does something that could end her career but chae sira puts her own career at risk to protect her. idk what happens at the end. but the highlights are like very intimate touching in cello instruction scenes, borderline bdsm teaching sessions where sira has a very stern but quiet voice and yuri is like Into It. yuri has a fever dream that they're ballroom dancing together and sira is teaching her while yuri has never danced before and yuri's ballgown falls into shreds as they twirl across the floor. sira becomes slowly less and less physically put together as her stressors weigh on her. her make up starts to be less crisp, her clothes less formal and put together. yuri helps her put pins back in her hair and zips up a dress for her. yuri comes to her house to tend to her when she's sick and it's a very intimate moment but sira pushes her away even more after that happens. yuri black swans herself thinking of the imaginary perfectly feminine star cellist that she could be if she could only absorb her teacher's essence and the fake version of her in her mind tries to kill her. it's revealed that her teacher once had a lesbian affair with another cellist from berlin. but it's the one where she has a secret kid with a male conductor that is what she's being blackmailed for.
#asks#yuri#chae si ra#i was checking for resemblance only the first time and they do look similar#but the gay vibe is stronger than the resemblance#by a lot#i just watched whiplash and tar and the intense student teacher relationships weren't sexy at all so i wanna make a sexy one#i'm gonna keep adding to this post as i think of stuff check back later!#dollmaker
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