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⭐ For Leonor & Renzo! What’s their song?

What do they tease each other about?

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?

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thank you !!! excellent picks ...

what’s their song? whatever was playing through the wall in this scene, obviously !! ksdfjhsdf i have been chewing on this (and listening to various playlists), and i think there are a few that have the right vibe. my first thought was “it has to be a chili peppers song, clearly,” and i think “don’t forget me” is a good contender—sure, it’s about drugs like all of their best songs, but it always makes me think of relationships that are thrilling and raw and perhaps not the wisest in the long run; another one that stood out to me is “after dinner” by unloved, which just feels like a very leonor pov song; relatedly, maybe an even better fit but listed last because it just occurred to me, would be “french kiss” by sleep thieves. exhibit a: "i want to fall with you, fall faster, fall closer now, see the world and fuck all of that and let it go / along with you" ... perfect? perfect (EDIT: lana, obviously ???? alexa play "burning desire" … no, alexa play “peppers” ???)

what do they tease each other about? i’ve shown this a bit, but i feel like the biggest source of teasing must be how different their backgrounds are. that’s part of what i find interesting about them, that there’s a veneer of mutual understanding, but their upbringings and worldviews and ways of moving in the world are so disparate. so far, leonor’s on the receiving end—which, yeah, she is very much a pampered princess who doesn’t know anything about anything and acts snotty, which is funny if you’re a Normal person in comparison. renzo is also, in comparison, much more coarse and rude, which i think leonor finds amusing. plus, there’s the fact that it’s easier to joke about something dissonant than, like, treat it seriously. 

what is their favorite non-sexual activity?   surely anything can be a sexual activity if you're just Like That but i digress sdfsg i like this one because obviously there’s a whole bunch of hanging out and such that’s happening off-screen ! my first thought was that they must go to non-den events together—you know, open mics, music or performance art shows, things like that. renzo’s always alert to low-key, intimate goings-on that he can slip into and just vibe; i feel like leonor must enjoy the same, too. aside from that, going to bookstores and watching movies at home—hers or his, doesn’t matter. leonor has not seen a lot of stuff, and it’s probably in part a compromise for the fact that he refuses to watch anything he’s been in. it’s either go-go-go or just sitting around quietly for them, imo, and it's usually leonor following him around and doing whatever he's up to.

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Guilty as Sin?

pairing: Oscar x Reader

summary: you can’t help but to long for the Australian boy you met

a/n: sorry it took a while, i was adding ✨plot✨ and did as much research I could (also a little secret is that i lowkey used my crush from when i was with my ex to fuel this)

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Being the younger twin sister of the heir apparent to the throne is stressful, but it has allowed you to do a lot of things, such as attending the Dutch Grand Prix. Obviously you were there to support Max and meet all the Athletes, but it’s where you met and befriended Oscar. The Australian was nice and didn’t treat you any different because of your status, not to mention he was cute.

Since then, there’s been a shift in your mood. You are bored more than ever, the guilded cage of the castle that contains you is no longer fine. You text Oscar about it, requesting a song recommendation to change things up, he sends you a song that you haven’t heard in a while. It makes you want to cry, the idea of being stuck here forever until your sister marries and has children. For now you are stuck in the castle, pining over a guy who only knows you via texts.

Lately your dreams have been of cracking the locks that keep you in. When you escape you’d go on adventures with Oscar, crashing into him like the ocean waves crash onto rocks. Each dream leaves you longing for him more and more.

You can’t tell if he is just being cordial and politely responding, or if he is interested and flirting. Every time you flirt, things seem to get cold after. He’s a paradox over text, leaving you wondering if you are mad for thinking there was a chance.

You turn to your older sister for advice, telling her about what he does to you in your dreams. Secret trysts in the hedge maze, messy kisses, hands roaming each other’s skin. You keep recalling things you never did, as if he’s written mine on your upper thigh. You’d die happy if it were real.

“You know, there’s no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk. I’ll talk to Papa about maybe going to Spain for a race in couple months,” Amalia says, invested in how this will play out.

You go on a few dates with various wealthy and noble guys your age, trying to distract yourself from the longings locked inside a vault deep inside you. Every date leaves you unsatisfied, counting down the days until you are in Spain. The fatal fantasies visit you in your dreams every night, leaving you feel like you’ve made a vow to Oscar that you are supposed to uphold somehow, despite knowing it’s all make believe.

You and Amalia fly out to Spain without the rest of your family, spending the week with the Spanish royal family. You are friends with the princesses and their cousins so it is a great distraction.

“Y/n, who is your favorite driver?” Leonor and Sophia ask as you lay on the floor of Leonor’s room together.

“Oscar,” Amalia answers for you as your cheeks flame. “She’s always texting him,”

“Amalia,” you groan, hiding your face with your hands.

“We are definitely stopping by the McLaren garage then,” Sophia grins, nudging you. Their cousins Irene, Miguel, Pablo, and Victoria arrive tomorrow morning to complete your group that is attending the Grand Prix. You had a crush on Miguel growing up, but it quickly passed once you turned 15.

“Girls, it’s time for Amalia and Y/n to return to their hotel, and the four of you have to be up early for tomorrow,” Queen Letizia says, opening the door slightly.

“Alright, we will see you tomorrow for breakfast and the driver reception,” Leonor sighs as the four of you stand up.

“Thank you for having us,” Amalia thanks the queen as you leave.

“You are always welcome, we will see you girls tomorrow,” she smiles, making sure her assistant gets you to the chauffeured car safely. The trip from Palauet Albéniz to your hotel is relatively short, one you didn’t realize was housing multiple drivers. You don’t notice Oscar as you walk into the hotel, a small security escort around you, but he notices you. He’s tempted to text you and ask why you are here, but Lando distracts him, giving him his room key and number.

Your room is plush, but lonely. You stare at your texts with Oscar, tempted to let him know you are in Spain, but something stops you. The morning is busy, your alarm waking you up early to shower and dress. You choose something simple but beautiful for the day. Your light blue dress lays nicely on you with matching heels, and your hair is styled neatly, a headband in place of a tiara. Your visit isn’t a state visit, so it is nice to have flexibility in your attire. A knock on your door tells you that Amalia is waiting outside for you.

Once again, you don’t notice Oscar as you leave, your eyes looking ahead, surrounded by the security detail.

“Your girlfriend is here,” Lando teases Oscar, noticing who he was looking at.

“She’s a princess, I would never be able to date her. She flirts over text, but I don’t want to hurt her,” Oscar sighs, watching you get into a car and leave.

“I think you already have,” Lando says, letting Oscar think.

You arrive to the palace, eager to see your friends again. Breakfast is wonderful, and afterwards you all go outside to the gardens to catch up. Despite only seeing each other every few years, your group chat is alive and well.

“Go talk to Miguel, he’s been eyeing you since breakfast,” Sophia tells you, you look over to her cousin. He has aged well since you last saw him. “Ask him about school, oceanography,” she nudges you in his direction.

“Oceanography? How’s that?” you slide up beside Miguel, deciding it’s a good idea to try and move on again. You listen enthusiastically as he talks about his studies and living in London.

“What are you studying?” he returns your question.

“History with minors in French and German. Nothing terribly exciting,” you say, a slight blush appearing on your face as he focuses on you. The two of you unconsciously separate from the group, caught up in conversation. Victoria and Irene grab the two of you, informing you that it is time to go back inside for the drivers welcome and lunch. Miguel’s hand rests lightly on the small of your back as you walk up the stairs.

“We will wait for you at lunch,” Pablo says to Leonor and Sophia, the six of you ready to find something to do as the drivers arrive from their hotels.

“No, join us. Mama and Papa would want you there,” Leonor says so you follow her in. The six of you stand a few behind the four royals, following royal protocol in that regard. You are chatting with Irene and Miguel quietly when the drivers walk in.

“Accompany me to the Opera tonight,” Miguel says quickly, you nod and blush a little before turning you attention to the drivers, eyes instantly meeting Oscar’s, your blush deepens a little before you put on your royal mask. It doesn’t matter if your date with Miguel goes well or not, deep down you know that you’d drop him for Oscar immediately if asked. One by one, the drivers are introduced before you are allowed to mingle before lunch.

“Your Royal Highnesses,” Max bows before you and Amalia as the two of you approach him.

“Max, it’s wonderful to see you again. Please don’t bow, you only need to in formal situations,” you smile, greeting the champion.

“Yes, no need to bow when we aren’t here formally visiting. We will be cheering for you this weekend,” Amalia says and you notice Oscar standing nearby.

“Excuse me,” you excuse yourself from the conversation, Max takes no offense as he sees you beeline to the Australian, Amalia continues her conversation with Max. It would be a bad look for the heir apparent to brush off her own countryman.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” Oscar asks happily, unsure if he can hug his friend, acting like he didn’t know she was here.

“Surprise visit. I didn’t want to wait until the Dutch Grand Prix to see my friend again, and I wanted to visit my friends. My sisters and I are close with the princesses and their cousins, but Amalia and I were the only ones who flew out since we like the sport. Sorry, I’m rambling,” you laugh nervously.

“That’s okay, it’s cute,” Oscar says with a cute smile, not quite realizing what he was saying.

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from you,” you can’t openly flirt with the Australian here, but you do your best.

“I’m sorry, Lando is beckoning me to him, visit me in the McLaren garage, yeah?” Oscar asks.

“I’d love to,” you smile, watching him go to his teammate. You rejoin your sister and Max, effortlessly sliding into the conversation. You can tell Leonor had a hand in the lunch seating because she placed you between Oscar and Max, Amalia was on the other side of max. Carlos and Fernando were sat near the King and Queen.

“Y/n, how does this work? I’ve never been to a royal meal before,” Oscar discreetly asks you.

“Follow the pattern for who to speak to, It will be dictated by the king, for everything else just follow my lead. King Felipe is a slower eater so you should have time to finish your meal, and this is more laid back than a state dinner. If I were wearing a tiara, you’d be in trouble,” you joke, Oscar seems relieved at your explanation. You turn to Max first, discussing the race and things he misses about the Netherlands. Once the meal is served, you turn to Oscar.

“This is a lot less stressful than what I imagined,” Oscar smiles, having trusted your quick overview of what to do, one he just shared with Lando.

“Not every meal is full of such protocol, usually just for guests and important meals. You should’ve told me you’d be here, I could’ve answered your questions. I only thought that Carlos and Fernando would be here,” you admit and he shrugs, balancing his talking and eating.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it. Sometimes I forget you are third in line to the throne,” you scrunch you nose, cringing a little.

“Don’t remind me,” you laugh a bit so he knows you are joking. “Where are they housing you?” you ask, taking a bite of food.

“The Hotel Arts,” Oscar says, ready to act surprised when you say where you are staying.

“Ah, Mr Fancy Pants. Living it up like royalty, I see,” you smirk, glancing around the table to make sure you are eating at the right pace.

“I take it you are staying there as well then,” Oscar says, taking the hint.

“Yes, we should get breakfast one morning before you go to the track,” you suggest, a little hope in your heart.

“I’d really like that,” Oscar thinks back on Lando’s words, deciding to take the risk. He’s worried about your life as a princess more than anything that will happen to him if he were to date you.

“Maybe not tomorrow though, I am going to the Opera tonight so I will be nursing a wine hangover,” you appreciate the light and easy conversation you are able to have with Oscar.

“Sounds like a deal, we can play it by ear,” Oscar smiles. The two of you turn your attention to your meals. The rest of the day passes quickly, the drivers having left after the lunch.

You and Amalia go back to the hotel to get ready for the opera. You just finished putting your heels on and securing your tiara when there is a knock on the door.

“Oscar?” you say confused at the Australian standing outside your door.

“I brought wine, figured you’d want to get the party started early. You look stunning, by the way,” He says, inviting himself into the small living room space.

“I thought drivers don’t drink before race weekends,” you smile, carefully sitting beside him.

“One glass won’t hurt,” he pours two glasses, carefully handing you one. It’s a cheaper wine, likely bought from across the street rather than from the bar downstairs.

“I’d also take shots, but wine is nice. Thanks, Osc,” you sip the white wine. Oscar chose a safer choice than a red. You have time before heading down with Amalia where one of the cars will pick you up.

“So why the tiara?”

“The opera is considered a white or black tie event, I don’t remember which it is. Plus, I agreed to go as Miguel’s date so I have to look perfect or else the media will slaughter me,” you sigh, taking a large sip of the wine.

“Oh, that sucks,” Oscar digests the last bit of information.

“He’s a great guy, but I think he’s more of a friend. I have my eye on someone else anyway,” you add on, quickly glancing at Oscar who regains his hope, noticing your glance.

“Any guy would be lucky to have you,” Oscar says as Amalia enters the room.

“Hello, Oscar. Y/n, we have to go, they are close,” she says, the two of you finish your wine.

“Thanks for the glass of wine, good luck tomorrow if I don’t see you,” you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, following Amalia out the door. You trust Oscar to leave once he cleans up the wine.

The opera is nice, and the next two days are fun as you spend time in the paddock. You wake up early to join Oscar for breakfast on the race day.

“Orange? For me?” Oscar grins after you order. You are wearing an orange blouse with white pants and heels. Since it isn’t the Dutch Grand Prix, you have a small pin with a bull and the number one on it attached to your blouse.

“For Max, but also for you,” you smile back.

“It’s actually papaya, I can get McLaren to gift you some stuff,” he says, leaning back in his chair a bit.

“That’s okay, I have enough Red Bull team wear in my closet. I wouldn’t even be allowed in McLaren clothing unless there was a better reason other than being friends with the driver, unfortunately Max takes precedence there. Also, I have money to buy McLaren merch, they are better off gifting merch to other fans,” you say, sipping your water.

“So what can I do to get you to openly support me?” he asks, knowing one of the answers.

“Well, if you get a podium at Zandvoort I can hand you your trophy,” you tell him and he nods.

“I can do that, maybe I will beat Max,”

“Yeah, don’t do that,” your laugh is music to him. The two of you finish your breakfast, both having obligations to attend to. You and Amalia arrive to the paddock together, only joining the Spanish royals for the actual race.

“Welcome to Red Bull, Your Royal Highnesses,” a hospitality employee greets you as you enter the garage.

“Hello, Max,” Amalia greets the driver with a smile.

“Good morning, Your Royal Highnesses. Welcome to our garage,” Max smiles, a girl and a woman with him.

“Maxie, are they real life princesses?” the little girl asks. She pulls at your heartstrings, your royal foundation works with young girls.

“We are, what is your name?” You kneel down as she looks at you with wide eyes, curtsying.

“Penelope,”

“Hi Penelope, my name is Y/n. You curtsied beautifully, but there is no need to curtsy to a friend,” you tell her, glancing up at Max and the woman who you assume is her mother.

“This is Kelly, my girlfriend, and her daughter, Penelope,” Max introduces them to you.

“Would you like a picture, Penelope?” Amalia asks, the little girl nods.

“That’s my big sister, she’s going to be a queen one day,” you tell Penelope as if it’s a secret.

“Can I, Mommy? I want Maxie in it too,” Penelope asks, when Kelly agrees, you carefully pick up Penelope. Both Red Bull and Kelly take photos. You chat with the group until you realize there isn’t too long until you will have to join the royal family, so you excuse yourself to walk a few garages down.

“Can I help you?” someone in papaya stops you from going too close.

“Yes, I’m here to visit my friend, Oscar,” you start, looking into the garage.

“Y/n! You made it,” Oscar wraps an arm around your shoulder, guiding you inside.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, Princess. My name is Lando Norris of the United Kingdom,” Oscar’s teammate extends his hand, you find the childish antic amusing. You give him your hand, he bows slightly, lightly kissing the back of your hand.

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Norris,” you giggle, feeding into the antics. Oscar went from worried to amused in those thirty seconds.

“Alright, she’s my friend, not yours. Find your own princess to hog,” Oscar pulls you away, his smile betraying his annoyed tone. You get some silly pictures together, and he puts his helmet on you before one photo.

“I could totally drive one of these,” you say, lying to see his reaction.

“When we get to the Netherlands, I’m racing you in karts and taking you on a hot lap then,” Oscar laughs as your eyes widen.

“Bring it on,” you don’t back down. Oscar could kiss you right now, but he never did ask about how your date to the opera went, so he doesn’t.

“Oscar, I’d like my sister to be returned, please,” Amalia says, walking over to the two of you.

“Oscar, I found my princess!” Lando grins, Amalia’s confused reaction causes you to snort and Oscar to laugh.

“She’s off limits to you, Lando. You aren’t king material,” you tell him, gently patting his shoulder.

“But Oscar is prince material?” Lando asks. Amalia drags you out of the garage before either of you can reply.

The race is exciting and you watch eagerly.

“Who is your favorite driver?” Pablo asks, watching from beside you.

“Politically, Max. Personally, Oscar Piastri, he’s a close friend,” you say, watching the track as Oscar passes, fighting for P3.

“It’s a shame my brother and you aren’t a match,” he says, referring to the Opera.

“We are better off as friends, something we realized quickly. Once we realized that we weren’t teenagers anymore, the Opera got much better,” you chuckle.

You are aware of the cameras watching your box as the race ends. You and Amalia celebrate carefully, not doing much other than clap and excitedly talk to each other. The podium ended with Carlos winning, Max in P2, and Oscar in P3. Max dropped in the last couple laps, his tires degrading too early.

That night you show up to the club with Irene and Victoria, being the only girls who could go out and not be yelled at. Your black party dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination, but your coat doesn’t let photographers know as you step into the club with them. After checking your coat, you head to the bar where you notice drivers taking shots.

“This round on me,” you tell Irene and Victoria. You order your round and a vodka Red Bull for after the shots.

“Princess! Oscar, your princess is here!” Lando slurs, calling over a slightly less drunk Oscar.

“You look incredible,” his smile causes you to blush. You notice Max and Carlos observing the interaction.

“Shots for the podium! And ladies, and I guess Lando,” you declare, ordering seven shots. You all take them and you are feeling a lot braver at flirting with Oscar.

“What are you drinking?” Oscar asks, standing close to you, his breath warm on your ear.

“Vodka Red Bull,” you tell him, sipping the drink.

“Hey Max, your princess really is your fan. She’s drinking a vodka Red Bull,” Oscar tells the Dutchman.

“It’s a good choice,” Max smiles, unsure how he feels about partying with the third in line to his home country. Carlos, however, has no problems, talking to Irene and Victoria.

“Dance with me,” you tell Oscar as you finish your drink, he follows you onto the dance floor, bodies close. His hands stay on your hips, holding you close but trying to stay respectful. A couple songs later you kiss him, and his hands wrap around you, pulling you into him.

Soon after, you are getting your coat and heading back to your hotel, pulling him into your room. Scenes from nights you’ve spent together flash through your mind, ones where he has you screaming his name, building up like waves and crashing over and over again. His hands roam your skin, bedsheets ablaze, maybe you can be guilty as sin this time.

You wake up in his embrace, his soft snores tell you he’s still asleep. You think about your options. After this weekend, you’ll face criticism anyway, why not go after someone you’ve been pining after. The public will always have opinions about who you date, but the way it feels when Oscar holds you is so right. The only way they will be happy is if you never date or marry until you’re thirty. They don’t know how keeping the crush to yourself haunted you every night, and how he is stunningly perfect.

“What’s going through that pretty mind of yours?” Oscar asks sleepily, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I choose you and me, no matter what the public says,” you whisper, looking in his half awake eyes.

“Finally. I choose us too,” he smiles, pulling you into his chest.

“I still can’t openly support you as opposed to Max,” you smile, Oscar’s eyes open again.

“I will propose right now,” he says, quite seriously. You giggle, running your hand up his chest.

“Don’t, that’s a whole process and a lot of conversations that I don’t feel like going through yet,” you say, feeling Oscar’s chest vibrate as he hums in agreement. He looked up what would happen if he were to marry you one night while texting you. He’d have to become a naturalized citizen, your parents would announce the engagement, then the parliament would have to approve the marriage in order for you to stay a member of the royal household.

Oscar gets up half an hour later, needing to board a plane to Austria with the team. As he waits to taxi, he sends you the link to a song, the same one he sent a couple months ago. The past twenty four hours have been better than any dream. Are you allowed to cry happy tears?

[canirove]

The invinsible princess | Chapter 4

“Tenerife”

Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

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“You are so lucky, Sofía.”

“Why?” I chuckle.

“Because you get to leave scorching hot Madrid to go to Tenerife and enjoy the beach!” Leonor says. 

“It's gonna be just for two days, tho. I don't know if I'll see much of the beach.”

“Two days are enough to disconnect from this horrible weather” she sighs.

“We’ll plan a little trip there next time the weather sucks here in Madrid either because it is too hot or too cold.”

“Promise?”

“I do. A princess always keeps her promises.”

“What?” she laughs.

“It's… it's nothing. Something silly Pedri told me when we met and that we've kept telling each other since then.”

“Aww, cute” Leonor smiles. “And speaking of him… Are you nervous about meeting his parents?”

Because that basically is the reason why I am going to Tenerife for just a couple of days. I am going to meet his parents for the first time. His mother overheard him talking about me with his brother and… well. It was just simply impossible to lie to her, so before he leaves for the pre-season, we decided to go pay them a quick visit.

“I am… My necklace” I gasp when my hand instinctively moves to touch it.

“What?”

“My necklace, Leonor. It's gone.”

“The banana one?”

“Yes!” I say, getting up from my bed, where we have been chilling together, and shaking my clothes just in case it was tangled on them. “Oh my God, Leonor. If I've lost it…”

“We'll find it, don't worry” she says as I take off my hoodie, hoping to feel or see the necklace somewhere. “Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“What about your joggers? Have you checked them?” she says as she also gets up from the bed and checks my sweatshirt just in case I missed it.

“What?”

“Maybe the chain broke and rolled down your back” she shrugs.

“I… urgh” I say, taking them off. “Nothing. It isn't on me. Leonor…”

“No, Sofía. No” she says, threatening me with her finger. “No crying. We haven't lost hope yet.”

“But…”

“No” she says. “When was the last time you noticed you were wearing it?”

“I don't know… I… Ummm… Last night!”

“Last night? Are you sure?” 

“Yes! I woke up to go to the bathroom and the little banana was tangled in my hair”

“Do you remember feeling it when you went back to bed?”

“I don't know, I was half asleep. But… maybe?”

“Ok… Then this is what we will do. We'll first check the bed, and if we don't find it there, we'll check the bathroom.”

“And if we don't find it there either?” I ask.

“Then we'll retrace what you've done today. You haven't left the palace, have you?”

“No.”

“Then it has to be here somewhere.”

“Leonor, if we don't find it…”

“We will, Sofía. Repeat after me…” she says, putting her hands on my shoulders. “We will find the necklace.”

“We will find the necklace.”

“With more conviction. C'mon, you can do it.”

“We will find the necklace.”

“Good. That's better. Now let's start with the bed.”

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“It's gone, Leonor. I've lost Pedri's necklace” I cry while sitting on my mattress, that now lies in the middle of my room after undoing the bed completely. 

“Don't lose hope, Sofía. We still haven't checked the corridor outside your room. It may have fallen after you left for breakfast.”

“No! It's gone! I'm stupid and I lost it!”

“Hey, don't say that! You aren't stupid for losing a necklace!”

“But it was a very special one, Leonor. The most special one I've ever owned, and now it is gone forever!”

“Girls, may I… Oh my God!” my mum gasps when she walks into the room. “What has happened here? And why are you crying like that, Sofía?”

“I lost it, mum” I sob, quickly getting up and running towards her, hugging her like I used to do as a little kid when I was upset. “I've lost it forever.”

“Lost what, sweetheart?” she says, her hand making circles on my back to try and comfort me.

“My necklace.”

“The one with the little banana?”

“Yes.”

“We've looked everywhere in the room and haven't been able to find it, mum. She knows she went to bed with it, but after that…” Leonor shrugs.

“I see… Why is that necklace so important, Sofía?”

“It… it was a gift.”

“From?”

“You know from who, mum” Leonor chuckles.

“That boy you are seeing in Barcelona?”

“Maybe” I say, breaking our embrace and wiping away my tears.

“Well, you won't believe what María found under your chair when she was tidying up after breakfast” my mum says, getting something from her pocket.

“No!” I gasp, basically snatching the necklace from her hand.

“The clasp was broken, that's why you lost it. But I had one of the guys who takes care of my jewellery fix it and now it is as good as new. Maybe even better” she smiles.

“Oh my God, mum. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I say, giving her a quick hug and putting on the necklace, the moment I feel the little charms on my skin making me finally relax. “If I had shown up in Tenerife without it Pedri would have been so disappointed…”

“Pardon?” she says, Leonor gasping an oh, shit behind me. Because oh shit indeed. 

“I… umm…” 

“You are going to Tenerife? And who is this Pedri? Why does the name sound so familiar? Why… Sofía!” she gasps, her eyes going wide when she makes all the connections. “Sofía!”

“That's my name, yes” I say with a nervous laugh.

“The boy you are seeing is Pedri the football player? The one who got injured during the Euros?”

“I… yes?”

“That's… I…” she says, starting to pace around the room. Or trying to since my bed cushions and sheets are scattered everywhere. “Now everything makes sense!”

“Does it?” Leonor asks with a confused look.

“Yes!” my mum says. “The day the national team visited us after winning the Euros you weren't looking at Ferran, you were looking at him! They were together!”

“As usual” Leonor chuckles.

“And after, when we invited them to have a refreshment in the garden, I could swear I had seen you talking with someone behind a tree, with a man that walked weirdly, as if he had a limp. I thought I had imagined it all, but it actually was real. You were with him!”

“I was” I nod, feeling my face getting warmer and warmer by the second.

“That's why you suddenly became so interested in Barcelona and spending time with Irene. You were going to see him!”

“And Irene, Aunt Cristina and the boys too. That I missed them wasn't a lie” I add.

“And those quick trips around Europe… You were going to watch him play! Now everything makes sense!” she laughs.

“I… umm…” I mumble, looking at Leonor, whose only answer is a shrug.

“Oh, Sofía” my mum says, taking my hands on hers. “I am so happy for you. So happy you've found someone who loves you like you deserve and makes you shine like this.”

“I… umm… Aren't you… disappointed?”

“About what?”

“About me dating him. I know you said you don't care if he is a football player, but every time I've told someone that I'm dating a Barça player, their first reaction is asking if it is Ferran.”

“Guilty” she chuckles.

“And then when I tell them that it is Pedri, they all react a bit like… Yeah. Disappointed.”

“Sofía, how could I be disappointed when he makes you the happiest I've ever seen you?” she says, caressing my cheek.

“I… I don't know” I shrug. 

“And you love him, don't you?”

“I do” I whisper.

“Oh, my little girl is in love! She's in love, Leonor!”

“I know” my sister smiles. “And he is head over heels for her too. He actually is introducing her to his family on this trip to Tenerife.”

“Leonor!” I say, giving her a murderous look.

“If we are finally telling her about him, better to say it all, don't you think?” she shrugs.

“Sofía, if you are about to meet his parents, I think it is only fair we meet him too. But maybe not just yet. In the future. When you are ready” my mum says, definitely seeing how all the colour is draining from my face. “Besides, we've already met him and been introduced. Not as your parents and your boyfriend, but…”

“Exactly. No need to worry about that now, Sofía” Leonor says, walking towards where my mum and I are. “Right now we should be celebrating that you found your necklace, that mum is ok with you dating Pedri, and that you are about to spend a couple of days on the beach while we melt yo our deaths.”

“You are so dramatic, Leonor” my mum laughs. “But you are right. Fancy a cheeky drink just the three of us?” she smirks.

“Now? It's like 1 p.m., mum” I say.

“But it always is happy hour somewhere in the world” she winks. “Besides, you will need it to give you a little push before tidying up this mess. Because you made it, you fix it” she says first pointing at me and then at Leonor.

“Fine” we sigh.

“Now, come on” she says, liking my arm with hers. “Let's go toast in honour of you and Pedri” she smiles. 

“Woop, woop!” Leonor says, leaving my room while my mum and I walk behind her.

“Now the necklace also makes sense.”

“Uh?” I say, looking at her.

“I always wondered why you had bought a necklace with a banana, and now I know. It represents you and him, doesn't it? The banana and the S.”

“It does” I say, touching the little charms.

“Urgh, that is so cute… Your father has never bought me anything like that, you know?” she says as we keep walking and she tells me about some gifts my dad bought her while they were dating, the huge weight I was feeling on my chest finally going away.

One, because I found the necklace, and two, because my mum, the intimidating and scary one, is over the moon about me dating Pedri.

Let's just hope that my dad, and his parents, feel the same too.

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“Welcome to one of the best things in Tenerife during this time of the year, my lady. At least in my humble opinion. The funfair!” Pedri says, extending his arms.

“Look at you, channeling your inner Bellingham” I tease him.

“Meh meh meh” he says, sticking out his tongue and wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer towards him and making me giggle. 

“First time, Sofía?” his brother Fer asks me.

“I've been to Winter Wonderland a few times.”

“The what?”

“It's something like this but bigger. They have it every winter in London” I explain.

“Who is the bright mind who chooses to have a funfair during winter?” Fer says. “Having fun while freezing your butt doesn't make sense to me.”

“It is fun. I'll take you this year and you'll see it for yourself” I tell him.

“Bro, I think your girlfriend just asked me out on a date” Fer smirks.

“Whatever” Pedri says, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, where should we go first? Are you scared of heights, my lady?” he asks me with a teasing smile.

“I'm not. Are you?” I reply.

“I'm scared of nothing.”

“That's a lie” Fer says. “You are scared of spiders. You should see the way he reacts to even the tiniest ones” he laughs.

“I'll protect you from them, don't worry” I say, kissing Pedri's cheek.

“Thank you, my lady” he smiles after giving his brother a murderous look. “But, as I was saying… where should we start?”

“What about… there?” I say, pointing at one of the highest rides.

“I like you, Sofía. I like you very, very much” Fer grins. “So you better marry her, bro. She's the one.”

“Yeah, ummm… Let's go” Pedri says, his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. 

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“That was fucking amazing!” Fer says.

“Definitely the best ride we've checked.”

“You said the same about the previous one, Sofía” Pedri chuckles.

“Because that one had been the best one until this one. Can we go again? The queue isn't that bad.”

“I think my stomach needs a little break and to stay in its place for a bit” Fer chuckles.

“Why don't we grab something to eat?” Pedri suggests. “I think I saw Paco's stand earlier.”

“Paco? Who is that?” I ask.

“You'll see, my lady. You'll see” Pedri winks.

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“Pedri, are you sure this is legal?” 

“What?” he laughs.

“Yes, like… I don't know if this stand follows the basic health rules” I say, looking at it. 

“This stand has been here since we were little kids, and we've come out ok” Fer shrugs.

“Yes, but…” I say as the man behind it gives a cone filled to the brim with chips and ketchup to the couple in front of us. “Shouldn't he be wearing gloves or something? And shouldn't she have her hair tied up? Also, I am pretty sure that machine they are using to fry the chips wasn't always black.”

“Oh, Sofía. Your princess is showing” Pedri tells me with a teasing smile.

“Idiot” I say, hitting his arm. “But just look at it. Everything is so… greasy.”

“And?”

“And that's… That can't be good for your health, can it?”

“You should never judge a book by its cover, Sofía” Fer says.

“Not even when it is making my cholesterol go up just by looking at it?”

“Nope” he says. “And it's our turn. Paco, my man! How are you?”

“Doing good, doing good” he smiles. “Same as always, boys?”

“Same” Fer says. 

“And for the lady?” the man says, nodding towards me.

“I… Umm…” I mumble.

“Well, it is her first time. What do you recommend?” 

“Run” the girl helping Paco says.

“Oh, shush!” he says. “Don't listen to her. She's mad because I have her working here with me instead of letting her go out there with her friends.”

“And do you blame me?” the girl says, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Get the lady one of the classics. I'll get the boys’ orders ready” he says, ignoring her.

“Urgh” she groans, getting to work. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like one of the princesses?” 

“Who, me?” I say, Pedri and Fer sharing concerned looks, Carlos taking a step closer towards us. Because he also is here with us.

My mum had ordered him to keep his distance, to let us enjoy ourselves and only intervene if there was some actual danger. And so far, it has been as if he wasn't with us.

“When I first saw you on the queue I was like, woah, that's princess Sofía! But then I was like, what would someone like her be doing here?” she chuckles. “Though she is the cool one, it would not be that weird” she shrugs.

“The cool one?” I ask her.

“Yeah. My nan likes buying that magazine that always has articles about all the royals, and just by the photos you can tell that she is really cool. She isn't as stiff as her sister, dresses really well, always has a nice smile for everyone, when she is talking with someone you can tell that she is actually listening… And I love that Instagram dump that cousin of hers posted for her birthday. You could see that despite all the things she's grown up with and her position, she is just a normal girl who likes dancing to Dua Lipa, who cries watching “Pride and Prejudice”, and who enjoys watching football like any of us would. She's cool.”

“I completely agree” Pedri smiles, the way he is looking at me making me blush.

“Anyway, this is ready” the girl says, giving me my cone of chips. This one at least isn't as greasy as the ones they were giving to other costumers, and she's giving me a napkin too. “Do you want one of the little forks to not get your hands dirty?”

“Oh, no, it's fine. Thank you” I smile.

“There you go, boys” Paco says, giving Pedri and Fer his cones. “And look, the forks are blue and red” he winks. “Have fun!”

“Thank you, Paco” Fer says after paying for our food.

“He knows who you are, doesn't he?” I ask Pedri as we look for a place where we can sit and eat.

“He does. Like Fer said earlier, he has basically seen us grow up. But he acts as if he doesn't to let me go as unnoticed as possible.”

“That's nice of him.”

“It is” he smiles. “But now tell me, my lady. Are his chips also nice or should we call the healthy food police?” 

“They are ok” I shrug. 

“Just ok?” Fer says. “Try one of these” he says, offering one of his. 

“I don't like mustard, I'm sorry.”

“You don't?” he gasps. “Pedri, forget about what I told you earlier. You can't marry her if she doesn't like mustard. I won't allow it.”

“She doesn't like ketchup either” he says.

“What? Oh my God, Sofía. What do you eat in that palace of yours? Aren't royals allowed to eat junk food?”

“Of course we are” I laugh. “My dad actually loves burgers and gets himself one each Friday night. And maybe you should stop making fun of me for not liking mundane things, and look at yourselves right now.”

“What?” Pedri says, ketchup dripping down his chin after definitely putting way too many chips inside his mouth.

“You are eating with your little forks while I am using my hands” I say, wiping the ketchup from Pedri's face with my napkin. “That's not very princess like of me, is it?”

“You like getting dirty” Pedri says, definitely speaking before thinking, and making Fer almost choke with his chips. “I meant that you… That… Ummm…”

“We should probably get ourselves something to drink too, don't you think?” I say, trying to change the topic of conversations. “Beer?”

“Alcohol sounds amazing, yes” Fer says once he has recovered. “Follow me, I know the perfect place.”

“I… Sorry about that, Sofía” Pedri says. “I wasn't thinking and…”

“It's ok, don't worry. And it wasn't a lie, was it?” I whisper in his ear, making him trip with his own feet.

“Bro, are you ok?” Fer says.

“Yep, all good” Pedri smiles. “But you are gonna be the death of me, my lady” he says, pinching my butt with his free hand and making me giggle. 

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“C'mon, Fer. You can do it” Pedri says, cheering for his brother.

Once we finished eating we were so full that we didn't go back to the rides, so we decided to go for a walk and check some of the other stands they had at the fair like the games ones, where we crossed paths with their parents.

Despite Pedri telling them that they didn't have to address me as her royal highness or anything similar, meeting them had been a bit awkward at first. Thankfully, Fer had stepped up and made us all relax with his jokes, and now there was no awkwardness between us. 

“Growing up all of Pedri's teddies were from here. His dad would always try to win him at least one at these games” his mum tells me.

“Aww, that's so cute! My dad used to always bring me a different one from his trips, usually dressed with something typical from the country where he had been.”

“You must have a nice collection, then” she chuckles.

“I actually do, yes. I loved those teddies and took care of them as if they were little treasures, and Leonor always made fun of me because of it. She was like, they are just toys. Sofía. Why aren't you playing with them? Now I have them all packed away, tho. I plan on passing them to my kids one day.”

“Oh, that's lovely!”

“They may not be like me and ruin them while playing with them, but… oh well” I shrug. 

“If your kids take after Pedri, they will survive, don't worry” she chuckles, definitely not paying too much attention to what she just said. To me and Pedri… to our… Umm... What? “He still has his in his room” she continues. “Or had them. He asked me to hide them when he told us you were coming. But don't let him know I told you” she says with a cheeky smile.

“My lips are sealed” I reply, still trying to process her previous comment.

“Yes, Fer!” Pedri says, bringing me back to reality. “So good, bro!”

“Thank you, thank you” he says while doing an over the top curtsey. “Sofía, which teddy do you want?”

“Uh?”

“Pedri won't be getting you one, he sucks at these things.”

“I don't suck” he says.

“You do, little bro. You may be amazing with your feet, but you are useless with your hands.”

“I'm not useless. Watch me” Pedri says, taking one of the balls and getting himself ready to throw it.

“Yeah, watch him” Fer chuckles. 

“Don't be mean” his mum says, giving him a little slap in the back of his neck.

But the thing is… that Pedri does suck at this game.

“It's ok, don't worry” I smile at him when he is done, giving him a hug. “I know you aren't useless with your hands. Or rather… your fingers” I whisper.

“So naughty, my lady” he whispers back. 

“Sofía, why don't you give it a go?” Pedri's dad suggests.

“Me?”

“Yeah” he smiles. “Have you ever played at this?”

“I… no.”

“Then c'mon, give it a go.”

“You can't be worse than Pedri” Fer chuckles, his mum hitting him again.

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“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Uh?” Pedri says.

“You haven't said a word since we got into the big wheel.”

“Yes, sorry. I just… I feel a bit lame.”

“What? Why? Please tell me it isn't because of the teddy.”

“Yeah” he whispers.

“Pedri, it is just a silly toy.”

“Yeah… But I wanted you the remember this trip with a teddy I had won for you, not my brother.”

“I don't need an ugly teddy to remind me of it, Pedri” I say, caressing his cheek and making him look at me. 

“It is a bit ugly, isn't it?” he chuckles, looking down at the weird animal sitting next to me. “It's just that they are such a happy memory from my childhood that… I wanted to share it with you, you know? But then even you were better at it than me, and you had never played that game or seen one of those stands in real life before.”

“Beginners luck” I shrug. “And if you wanted to share that with me, why did you hide your collection of teddies?” I ask him, breaking my promise to his mum.

“She told you about that?”

“Yep. But please don't get mad at her, I brought up the topic. Why did you hide them?”

“I don't know. I thought it was a bit lame to show you my room and see it covered in teddies” he shrugs.

“Well, it isn't lame. It's cute” I smile.

“Really?”

“Really. Will you show them to me later? Or at least your favourite one.”

“I'll think about it.”

“C'mon, Pedri” I pout.

“Ok, fine” he sighs. “I can't say no to that face” he smiles before kissing my nose.

“I know” I smile back, resting my head on his shoulder as the big wheel keeps moving. “I love it here.”

“Do you?” he says, also resting his head on top of mine.

“I do. And I also like your family a lot.”

“They also like you a lot.”

“Even if I don't like mustard?”

“Even so” Pedri chuckles. “Though they don't like you as much as I do.”

“You don't like me.”

“What?”

“You, Pedro González…” I say, lifting my head and looking at him. “You love me” I smirk. 

“Do I?” he smirks back, putting a lock of hair behind my ear.

“I'm afraid so.”

“And what about you, my lady? Do you love me?”

“I do. I love you with every fiber in my body.”

“So cheesy” he laughs.

“Yet the truth” I say before kissing him.

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“Sofía, this package just arrived for you” my mum says, walking into my room.

“For me?”

“For you” she repeats. “I think it's from Pedri's family. It says it comes from Tenerife.”

“What?” I say, getting up from my bed so quickly that my laptop almost ends on the floor.

“Did you forget something when you visited them?”

“I… I don't think so” I say, inspecting the box.

“Then maybe it is a gift. Something to say thank you for your visit.”

“Maybe…”

“I'll leave you alone to open it. Though if it is food, you know you can find me in my office” she winks, making me laugh. 

“Ok…” I say once I am alone, slowly opening the package. Inside it there isn't much, just a note and… “No way” I chuckle. 

“This is Anacleto, one of Pedri's favourite teddies growing up” the note says. “He apparently has a superpower that can make anyone bald, his farts smell like chocolate, and loves eating sand from the beach. But not any sand from any beach. Just the one from Tenerife. Though don't worry, Sofía. Now that he is a bit old he only eats a few times per year, and we fed him before sending him your way. Which means that you'll have to come back… maybe for the new year? We will be waiting for you (and Anacleto) with open arms.”

“Aww…” I say, hugging the teddy with one hand and grabbing my phone with the other.

“Hello, my… Anacleto!” Pedri says over facetime.

“Hi” I reply, making a funny voice. “Is that how he sounds?”

“Something like that” he laughs. “Did he arrive safe and sound?”

“He did. And he also was fed before leaving Tenerife.”

“Good.”

“Pedri, why…”

“Why did I ask my mum to send you Anacleto?”

“Yes” I nod.

“Well, since I didn't get you a new teddy at the funfair, I thought… why don't I gift her one of mine?”

“What?”

“He is yours now, Sofía.”

“Are you serious? I… I can't accept this, Pedri. He is yours, one of your childhood memories! I…”

“You can and you will accept it, Sofía.”

“But…”

“No. He is yours now. So you better take good care of him.”

“I will. I promise you I will” I say, hugging him. 

“You better. Because you just made a promise, and a princess…”

“Always keeps her promises.”

“Exactly” Pedri smiles. “But my lady, are you crying?”

“No” I say, wiping away my tears half with my hand, half with the teddy.

“Anacleto gives really good cuddles when you are crying. Not as good as mine, but…”

“Yours are really good” I chuckle.

“Oh, I know” Pedri says with a cheeky smile. “Can't wait for the pre-season to be over and see you again. I'm counting the days. The hours. The minutes. The seconds!”

“Of course you are” I laugh. “But Pedri…”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for this” I say, hugging Anacleto again. “I love it.”

“And I love you” he smiles. “And I would love to keep talking with you and telling you more about him, but I have to leave in… two minutes if I don't want to be late for training.”

“Yes, of course.”

“I'll call you when I'm back, ok?” 

“Ok” I nod. “I love you, Pedri.”

“I love you too, Sofía” he says before hanging up.

[daniigh0ul]

simblr story recommendations pt 1/?

hi i have been reading a ton of stories in this community for the past several months and i thought it'd be fun to recommend some of them to you all! these are sorted by genre with a small blurb for each! i also included if the story is still being updated or if it's a finished story! :) i didn't include content warnings because most, if not all, have warnings listed on their pages, ty! this post is long but i didnt want to put anything under a read more cut so !!

fantasy/supernatural

@madebysimblr the princess and me status: complete

cordy steele is in college and not taking it very seriously when raina comes into her life. while they may not get along at first, it is a pleasure and a joy to watch their friendship form and grow with them. this story made cordy my favorite from coffee's SIMnematic universe, and i hope she will become yours, too. :D

crime/mafia

@earthmoonz wifey status: ongoing do you want to read about a queer relationship forming while both deal with their grief with the backdrop of crime in london??? then read this!! it is so cinematic and well-done!!! i am rooting for max and lena til the end

royalty, baby

@nexility-sims 1992 status: ongoing

follow leonor as she navigates grief in the public eye--this is a prequel/spin-off of n's main story, which is also very good, and reading both gives you extra context and i fully believe 1992 is worth the read for the cinematic nature of it as well as the wonderful prose. if you support women's wrongs, i highly recommend you read this.

@armoricaroyalty the house of st. fleur status: ongoing

do you want to watch a family push each other's buttons while navigating royal life? do you want to support women's wrongs and become apart of the Worst Man's hate club? then this story is for you!

@bridgeportbritt simdonia status: ongoing

follow along as bria wu marries into royalty life and all of the ins-and-outs of that new life as she navigates her family life, her relationship with her new husband, and as her kids grow up and navigate their own relationships and lives. the drama is so good and it's such a blast to read!

slice of life/legacy

@lynzishell star sign legacy status: ongoing the story starts with phoenix as a teenager, and follows him into his adulthood--we follow along as he navigates love, loss, anger issues, and a little bit of trauma go a long way, but what i really love is how the relationships form over time, whether they be romantic or platonic and now i am too invested in phoenix and the people in his life!! and i hope you will be, too! @elderwisp tessellate status: ongoing this ensemble cast are navigating their twenties and their relationships, but secrets and tensions lie underneath--will anyone get what they want? girl i don't know but it's fun to watch everything unfold and it's beautifully edited so 10/10 do recommend @honeyjars-sims safe harbor status: ongoing do you want to follow along as three siblings navigate their young adult years while dealing with trauma and the complicated experience that is navigating your early adulthood? then read this !! there are drag queens, a nightmare, and love--romantic and familial and platonic--and i guarantee you will become invested in these's characters' lives. @hannahssimblr lucky girl status: complete

evie is probably the most relatable girl you'll ever read about. she's insecure, she's in love with a boy, some of her friends suck, others don't. as we follow her through her young adult years, we watch her navigate her love of a boy, her naivety and later, her wisdom, as she grows up. and will she get the boy in the end?? you'll have to read it to find out !! @sirianasims the duchelli legacy status: ongoing i think my favorite part of siri's storytelling is reading about her sims navigate their family relationships--usually in the form of a parent getting their act together for their kid(s)!! but there's also space travel, romance, friendships, and general chaos and it's such a fun read so i highly recommend it!!

[emgavi]

Hii wanted to request a gavi x fem reader whereby they are dating and the reader sees rumours of him and Princess Leonor and she gets jealous and he reassures her (smut pleasee) take your time love :))

Mi Renia (Gavi x reader)

hope you enjoy! <3

[ps. not really any smut cause i've never written it before but there is some action ;) ]

“Okay so how about this one?” Madelyn asked you, holding up the fashion magazine to show you an outfit she considered getting. Looking at the picture squinting your eyes, you nodded your head. “Looks cute” Madelyn smiled in satisfaction at your answer. That’s when the TV volume caught your attention. 

“Gossip Daily News reports new couple alert???, recently news has been flying around that Princess Leonor from the royal family of Spain has a big crush on football star Gavi”

Your head turned watching the report, surprised not that another girl was crushing on your boyfriend but that they assumed that they would become a couple. Sure, how could they know that you and Gavi have been dating for 2 years when you’ve been keeping it a secret from the public. Both of you value having your early dating days to be private. But now, you were leaning to make it public after 2 years 

“Wow Gavi actually has the princess of Spain falling for him” Madelyn tells you, also looking at the screen. Nudging you on the shoulder, “you better watch out before she makes him the next king of Spain” she says jokingly. 

Little did she know it, jealousy was starting to creep in the more you watched the report and your best friend's comments didn’t help either. Shaking your head, you tried to act normal. “Heh yeah no, like that would happen” you said but feeling a hint of doubt as you said it. 

“I’m just joking y/n, Gavi loves you too much to do that,'' she said, going back to looking at her magazine. You just nodded your head, remaining silent, negative thoughts swirling in your head.

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Scrolling on your phone you see another article about the Princess liking Gavi, this was the 5th one just this day, and you were having enough. Rolling your eyes at the horrible photoshopped picture that one of the articles had of them together. You got out of instagram and went to try to call Gavi, thinking he probably was finishing up with practice and in the locker rooms. Hoping hearing his voice will calm you down.

It ringed and ringed then went to voicemail. You sighed, he probably was still at practice. 

Moments later, you hear the door to your apartment open. “Amor, I'm back,” Gavi called out.

“In the living room’ you responded.

He walked in with his practice gear smiling at you, showing you his cute dimples. He went to you and gave you a quick kiss. “¿Cómo estás mi querida?” he said sitting next to you on the couch.

Leaning on his side, he wrapped his arm around you. ‘I tried to call you not long ago, but other than that peachy’ He frowned, grabbing his phone from his pocket, “ah i’m sorry mi amor, my ringer was off, we had a special meeting today after practice’ he said, giving a kiss to your head. 

Looking up at him, ‘it’s okay ,what was the meeting about?” you say playing with his fingers intertwined in yours. “Apparently the national team players are going to meet with the royal family to congratulate us for our appearance at the world cup’ Gavi told you.

You stopped and started to feel the jealousy creep back again at the mention of royal, knowing that would most likely include the princess who has a crush on him. “Oh… does that mean the princesses are going to be there?Have you heard the news recently?’ you said hesitantly, worrying that Gavi has liked hearing the news and thought of the possibility being with her. 

Gavi did a tiny laugh, “well, si pero it’s just gossip and even if it is true, I have you with me carino, don’t worry”. You gave him a small smile, “I know, I'm happy though for you and the guys, you are getting the recognition you deserve’ telling him softly. 

He smiles at you, giving you a kiss which you gladly reciprocate. “Gracias y/n, te amo” he said to you, gazing into your eyes. “Te amo tambien”

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Today was the day Gavi and his national teammates would go to the royal family’s home for a special dinner. Sadly you weren’t able to go to Madrid with Gavi because your work permitted you to. They were going to be there for a week for the monthly camp and then the royal dinner. So instead of being with your boyfriend, camping out in his hotel room, you were stuck in your apartment, on your laptop with the royal dinner broadcast on your TV. 

You very much disliked being away from Gavi especially knowing he was most likely going to meet the princess that supposedly has a crush on him. Turning to the screen you see the broadcast start, showing the national team’s bus driving to the royal palace. 

All the members of the royal family stood outside to greet them, as they got out of the bus. Friendly smiles and handshakes, you saw each one given to the players, then you saw your Gavi shake hands with the king, the queen, and finally after the last princess, the famous princess leonor. 

You could see the blush on the princess’s face when Gavi shook her hand and gave her a smile. Feeling the ugly pit in your stomach again brew. Finally after all the greetings, they went inside, then a new camera angle showed the royals showing the players around the palace. Again you see princess Leonor walking closely by Gavi and attempting to make small talk with him. Ughhhh

After a while the broadcast showed them finally sitting down for dinner, and you didn’t fail to notice the arranged seating arrangement, gavi next to you know who. Rolling your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, you continued working on your laptop, listening to the TV as background noise. 

Looking up for just a minute to the TV screen, you see Gavi and Leonor laughing together where they are sitting, seeing her inch her seat closer to Gavi in the process. Having enough you turned off the TV, opting to go for a walk outside to try to get rid of these feelings. 

You grab your jacket and keys and head out to the nearest park. While walking you try to get yourself to calm down from the emotions. While you knew the princess had no idea Gavi was in a relationship because you both were still private, you still hated seeing on national television her openly flirting with your boyfriend. You couldn’t even imagine the headlines in the paper the next days torturing you. 

Trusting Gavi was never the problem, you knew he loved you, but you couldn’t stop yourself from comparing you to the young royal. She was everything you weren’t and better in your eyes, regardless of being one year younger than you. Sighing you decided to head back home as daylight started to fade in the darkness. 

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It was still 3 days until Gavi would come back from Madrid doing national camp, and during that time your social feed was filled with pictures of the princess and Gavi together from that night. A bunch of accounts shipping the two and others making up dating rumors between them. It was so much that it got to you, into your head. You started to ignore Gavi’s texts and calls. Feeling like he would be better off in a way with her and not you. After a while you thought, What could you offer to him? You were just a normal girl , with a normal job, nowhere known in the public eye. While she was a princess, a PRINCESS. Literally she could have her own disney fairy tale if she wanted.

Unknowingly to you, Gavi was getting more and more concerned on his end. He was confused and hurt why you weren’t answering his texts or calls. Every chance he got he tried to call you but nothing. So he tried the next best thing, he got Pedri’s phone to call you, knowing that Pedri was one of your best friends now. Sure enough to his dismay, after almost the final ring, you answered

“Hello?” he heard your voice say for the first time in a while. 

“Why have you not been answering my calls or texts?’ Gavi started off, feeling ticked 

‘Gavi? I thought this was Pedri’s number?’ 

“You didn’t answer my question y/n, porque?” he said desperately trying to find an answer

You signed on the line, “i don’t know i - - just- i don’t know Gavi’ you spoke, feeling a bit embarrassed to admit that you were jealous. 

‘Well it has to be something because it’s making you do this crap, do you know how concerned I've been not hearing from you??? The whole time even after the royal dinner, you have been radio silent with me but you answer for Pedri, que es pasando? ” he said with a tone that was a little more harsh than he intended. 

The mention of the royal family and the tone of his voice made you snap, already at your breaking point without Gavi knowing. “if im making you so concerned why don’t you just go to the princess, she’ll make you much happier at this point!” 

Gavi, stunned at your sudden outburst and realizing what really was going on, “que?, mi amo-” Before he could finish you hung up the phone, now stuck in your feelings of insecurity, jealousy and self-inflicted hurt feelings. Curling up in your bed, you tried to swallow in your self pity

_____

It’s been a day since that call with Gavi. You feel horrible for throwing all of your bad emotions on him but you couldn’t bring yourself to call him back, worrying that he hates you now. You probably gave him the chance to go after the princess. 

The ring from your doorbell stopped you from furthering down the hole in your head. Groaning when a loud knock is followed by it. Lifting up from your bed, you head to the door. Opening it you see the last person you expect to see at your doorstep. 

“y/n… are you okay? Have you eaten?” Gavi said, immediately worrying seeing you looking disheveled. You just shook your head in response, “Gavi, why are you here, aren’t you supposed to be in Madrid?” 

 He walked into your apartment ,which you let him. “I had to come and see you after our last call, why did you hang up on me amor? Tell me what’s wrong?” Gavi said pleadingly 

“It’s stupid… i’m sorry i didn’t mean to, it’s just i -” you choked up on your words, feeling the emotions well up in you again. Gavi saw this and quickly went to you, pulling you in his arms. As tears started to fall on your cheeks as he held you, he tried to calm you down. 

“Mi amor, if it’s about what I think it is, you don’t have to worry about that, i love you querida” he said in your hair.

Closing your eyes to try to stop the tears, you held on to him. “But, she's more better than me, in everything, I mean she’s a princess. Everybody all around me says that you and her would be better together, and all of the pictures, maybe they’re right.” you cried in his chest. Hearing you say this made him felt your pain, hating that you were drowning in these kinds of thoughts. 

Holding you tighter in his arms, kissing your forehead,”y/n/n, bebe, she may be a princess but you are la renia to my heart, el amor de mi vida. mi amor you are so much better, please believe me when i say you are so perfect for me and I can’t even imagine not being with anyone else but you.” he told you softly 

“But -” you started but he cut you off

“No buts querida, i love you and only you” he says. You just hugged him tighter. 

Knowing that you still had doubt in your head, Gavi wanted to crush it all tonight. Pulling just a bit to look in your eyes, “let me show you how much I love you, mi amor” he whispered softly leaning slowly to kiss your lips. 

He kissed you,giving you a slow passionate kiss, putting all his love in it. You kissed him back just as much, Your hands going to his cheeks while his hands went to your waist. As your kissing intensified, his hands slowly went under your shirt, shivering at the feel of his hands moving up on your bare skin. Pulling away for a moment, he gave you a look asking for your approval to continue further. You nodded your head at him, love in his eyes as he slowly lifted your shirt up while you did the same with his shirt. 

Tossing it to the floor, his lips went straight to your neck, kissing up and down your neck to your jaw, then back to your lips again. More layers of clothing falling to the floor as hot breaths can be heard in the room. Lifting you up in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, as he leads you to your bedroom while never letting go of your lips.

_______

You woke up to the light coming in from the curtains. Squinting your eyes you tried to get up a little but failed to do so by Gavi’s strong arm wrapped around your waist. The movement wakes him up, sighing softly pulling your body closer to his body. Kissing your bare shoulder, “bon dia amor” Turning around to face him, “bon dia’ you say softly, smiling and staring into his brown doe eyes. You leaned up to kiss him softly before curling more into him. Taking in his warmth since the thin sheets covering your naked bodies did hardly anything for the Barcelona cold temperatures. Last night Gavi sure showed you how much he loves you, while also whispering soft assurances the entire time. You had no more doubt in your mind, Gavi made all of them disappear. 

Feeling Gavi’s arm move to the night stand grabbing his phone, you kept your eyes closed leaning next to him. Hearing him type away, you finally looked to see what he was doing. You see his instagram page open. “Whatcha doing bebe?” you said

He looked at you, kissing your nose, “why don’t you look for yourself” he said handing you his phone. There you saw a post he just made with a picture of you two together, the one that you took on your 1st year anniversary on the beach, you both smiling stupidly at each other as the sunset is behind you. Surprised that he posted that, you looked down to see the caption, it read 

“Mi renia ❤️” 

“I wanted the world to finally know that I already found my queen,” he said, laying his head on the top of your head and caressing your hand. You raised his hand to your lips, kissing his hand, ‘te amo”. Giving you his smile only reserved for you, “y te amo tambien, mucho”  

You both then hear your phone dinging like crazy, notifying you that you now had a bunch of new followers and eyes on you now that you and Gavi were out. Wrapping the sheet over your head, not wanting to deal with it during this moment. Gavi just laughed at your reaction and got under with you.  “The price to love me” he said jokingly while you just rolled your eyes at him pushing his face away playfully. 

[mysticarts]

the knight Handbook ocs

@elmushterri sent out a challenge asking us to make self inserts for their story! However since I'm horrid at self inserts I made two ocs instead, YIPPE!!

So first off, Asta!

'The blind night'

I like to imagine that All knights have titles to them, so I gave my ocs titles. Asta's is the blind knight, because she's literally BLIND

Asta, at thirteen, was murdered by her father splashing boiling water on her eyes. This happened because Asta was protecting her mother from her clearly abusive father. Most likely, Asta is probably one of the younger knights.

Asta is a girl who prefers not to get involved with physical violence. Whenever someone yells or arguing, and Asta is there, she'll either shut the argument down or freeze and breakdown, due to her not fully getting over her truama

Asta, from her mortal wounds, can summon her weapon and other things out of her eyes. Aka her eyes are her mark. Luckily with it, Asta was given a blindfold so she could cover her eyes. (She hates knowing others can see her burned eyes)

As for Asta's weapon, even though a sword is recommended for her, Asta's official weapon is a medjay

(this thing)

Next up, Leonor! 'The season knight'

This here, is Leonon. However she prefers to be called Leo or Leona.

Leo here, is titled the 'Seasoned Knight' due to her powers being based off the Celtic goddess known in May as the queen of summer and in October the queen of winter (cause if this, Leo also has two knight forms)

Leo not only sacrificed herself once, but technically twice. As a child, Leo saved her sister by Transferring her sister's deadly sickness to herself, and this happened in May. This sickness slowly damaged Leo, until one snowy October winter during a war, Leo saved a kid at the cost of a Bullet to the head.

Leo is a very motherly figure, and very kind. It's just that she has problems opening up to people after what happened to her. However she hopes to do her new job the best she can. Due to the bullet in her head, that's her mark.

As for Leo's weapon, it's a literal shotgun. Yeah. It can turn into a sword and also a shotgun, but Leo is most used to shotguns, so she weilds her weapon that way. If there's a shooting game,expect her to be the sniper.

Feel free to ask questions to either Asta or Leo!

[highdreaming]

Masterlist

Hello.

This is a blog dedicated for imagines, drabbles and headcanons for football players that I like.

This is a fanfiction blog so please, only read if you truly want to. This is only for entertainment and fun so keep that in mind.

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💕 - Fluff

💥- Angst

🚩 - NSFW

Preferences

✔ Confessing to you (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix)

✔ You being involved in a cheating scandal (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix)

✔ You send a nude before a game (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix) 🚩

✔ You like their sibling (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix) 💥

✔ Protective things he does (Pedri + Gavi + João Félix)

João Félix

➡ So Happy Together (💕)

➡ Dating Headcanons

➡ Needy Boyfriend - You have a girl’s night out and your boyfriend can’t stop being needy over you (💕)

➡ Red Card (💕)

➡ Only yours - João’s ex-girlfriend constant calls make you afraid, but João shows you that he’s only yours (💕)

➡ Greedy Girl (🚩)

➡ Messed Up - João is ready to meet your parents but you’re hesitant in doing so.  (💥)

➡ Nothing that Can't be Solved - After you and your boyfriend have your first real fight, he apologizes in the most romantic way. (💕)

➡ Someone else flirts with you HC

Erling Haaland

➡ Height Difference (short!reader)

➡ Abuse - Your abusive ex is back but Erling is there to protect you

➡ Jealous Sex HC (🚩)

➡ Big Enough (🚩)

➡ Baby's here - Short pregnancy fluff drabble (💕)

➡ Kinks (🚩)

Jude Bellingham

➡ Toxic Jealousy - Jude is always too jealous and you get tired of it.(💥; 💕)

➡ Side Lover -  Jude gets tired of being your side man and gives you an ultimatum (💥)

➡ Handjob (🚩)

Rúben Dias

➡ Breeding NSFW (🚩)

➡ Giving Head (🚩)

Gavi

➡ Asking you out

➡ Love Trio (+Pedri) (💥)

➡ You're insecure about Gavi and Princess Leonor rumors (💕)

➡ You're pregnant and scared of holding back his career

➡ Eyes off her - Your boyfriend gets jealous when someone flirts with you and a fight follows (💥; 💕)

➡ Threesome (with Pedri) (🚩)

➡ Never Again - He hurts you during an argument. 

➡ RM's Biggest Fan - You’re a Real Madrid fan. Your boyfriend plays for Barcelona. His team loses and now you’re the one that has to make up for it. (🚩)

Fake Chats:

➡ He gets worried when you don't answer his messages and calls

Friendship

➡ Being friends with both Pedri and Gavi

➡ Hanging out (+Pedri)

Pedri

➡ Love Trio (+Gavi)

➡ Goal of the Year (💕)

➡ Dating Headcanons

➡ Fluffy Cat

➡ Burning Jealousy

➡ Cuddling Headcanons (💕)

➡ Scare - He gets hurt during a game, scaring the life out of you.

➡ Teaching Spanish

➡ Teaching how to drive

➡ He returns from the World Cup (💕)

➡ Meeting your parents

➡ Becoming a parent (💕)

➡ Goodbye - Your time as an exchange program student in Barcelona comes to an end. Unfortunately, that means saying goodbye to your boyfriend (💥)

➡ Threesome (with Gavi) (🚩)

➡ Enemies to Lovers (🚩)

➡ Bratty Girl (🚩)

Friendship

➡ Being friends with both Pedri and Gavi

➡ Hanging out (+Gavi)

Eric García

➡ He asks you out

[farahtissaiamyloves]

Arrange marriage, yknow the lady leonora lesso one can u do a part two of that. If not then could u do a lady lesso x female reader in the tub, playing around splashing each other cause it's be a boring sad day.

Arranged Marriage - part 2

Hi Anon, thanks a lot for the request, and I hope your days get better. So, in order to achieve that, you can have both.

Also, thanks for submitting a request with an idea and not just " write smth for Lady Lesso, please "

Part 1 Part 3

Everybody knew that Leonora was behind it. Yet, nobody could prove that the dean was even near the crime scene.

She had the perfect alibi, as she was enjoying the perfect taste of her tea alongside her wive at the time of the incident.

Nobody needed to know that you actually drank your tea alone that day.

Even so, you couldn't not go at Philip's funeral.

After what happened at the ball last year, Leonora never once did she forget about the man who must have been infatuated with you.

After all, nobody - except her - could now see her pregnant wife sexually.

You were five months pregnant already, and the never thought that the prince's death could no longer be postponed. He needed to go for you to focus totally on your baby and the family you would build together.

It was quick. She told you it would.

Just one slice.

Down his throat.

Leonora's coat didn't even get dirty as she avoided efficiently the river of blood, which followed the huge cut.

You didn't try to stop her, like she thought you would. Fact, which angered her even more.

What could have done that bastard to you for your ever-always willing to save everyone ass to say nothing ?

However, she came to the conclusion that that didn't matter anymore.

You were married now and waiting for your pretty daughter to come to this world.

Philip was playing with the fire and led himself to this.

So, that's how you ended up wearing a black dress and leaning against your wive's arm while she was wearing her usual coat, smiling at the dead body inside the coffin.

You waited patiently for the funeral to come to end suddenly wishing to eat pizza with chocolate.

You brought Leonora's hand to your growing tummy as you pressed your head against her arm.

The dean immediately understood that you were once again hungry.

Leonora kissed the top of your head and whispered to you that you would leave the moment this was to end.

Soon enough, the priest finished, and you were the first to give your condolences to his family.

Of course, Leonora chose to honor her evil side and tease his parents and sister instead.

" I'm curious. How does it feel to be an only child ? " She inquired to Philip's sister.

The girl shook her head, ignoring the evil dean as she turned her attention to you. " I'm so sorry for your unfortunate marriage. Unlike her, my brother had at least manners. "

You froze. One hand on top of your belly and the other snaked around Leonora's.

Leonora raised an eyebrow at the girl. " You know that I'm over here, and I can hear you, right ? "

She continued purposely ignoring her, focusing on you. " Philip could have provided you with everything you wish... We both know that a never and their insensitivity will never be capable of that. "

You couldn't believe what you were listening. Someone talking shit about Leonora in front of her. You would have felt so bad if you were in her shoes.

" I guess we will never know. Anyway, we need to go now, even the slightest of things tire me with my whole pregnancy ordeal. " You excuse yourself.

The girl couldn't say anything against that and watched as Lesso dragged you outside of the church. But she didn't leave before sending to Philip's family her signature smirk.

When you returned to your quarters, you were starving. You didn't bother undressing before eating.

Leonora, after helping you to the kitchen table and making sure you had everything you needed, went to the bathroom to prepare the bath.

It was a pity you were unable to drink wine while laying in the bath together, but Leonora did not mind.

She was willing to sacrifice everything for the health of her baby.

When you were finished, you were pleasantly surprised with Leonora.

" You deserve a kiss. " You said with your most serious face, stepping on your tiptoes to kiss her cheek.

Leonora chuckled at your antics and led you to the bathroom.

The woman helped you undress and step into the tub.

After disregarding her own clothes and, of course, folding your dress, she joined you in the tub.

You sighed happily when your head rested against Leonora's shoulder. The woman wrapped her hands around you, pulling you closer to her.

You stayed like that for several moments until a crazy idea came to you.

You looked up at Leonora, who had her eyes closed and head resting on top of yours.

Perfect.

She wouldn't even see it coming.

With a quick move, you slightly pull away from her grasp. Leonora's eyes opened, not realizing what was happening until some water fell on her face.

The evil dean raised an eyebrow at you. " What was that for ? "

You shrugged. " Nothing. But I always wanted to do that. "

Lady Lesso hummed at your reply, faking deep thought. You returned to your previous position, thinking that she probably won't do it back due to your pregnancy.

She proved you wrong, though.

You turned your head to look at her, offended. " Hey ! "

She smirked at you. " What ? I thought that this was what the princess wanted. "

You shook your head. " You splashed more water to my face than I did to yours. "

Leonora chuckled. " Is that so ? "

" Yes. " Was your response alongside a splash aiming for her face.

" I see. The princess chose war. " She said said splashing water back at you.

And War it was.

The walls around the tub were wet from the water missing your faces, and whatever had remained from your makeup was long gone.

After what felt like hours, you grew tired.

However, Leonora didn't seem ever near to it.

You closed your eyes, covering them with your hands. " Okay, Okay. That's enough, Leo. I wanna go to bed. "

Leonora gave a triumpant hum before standing up to get the towel and help you dry.

As the Dean of Evil was drying your belly, she couldn't resist kissing it.

" Goodnight, baby. Hope you gonna avenge your mother's loss one day. "

[vickwrites]

Gavi x royal reader, got inspired by Leonor's crush on him. (also if you're gonna be specific about which royal family, anything but the british will do)

Royal Gossip - Pablo Gavi

It was no shock to anyone how much of a fan you were of Gavi. You didn't really try to hide it either, you went to as many matches as you could, always wore jerseys with his name and number even had said it in interviews. So imagine your surprise when your father told you the team was coming for a meet-up.

After meeting most of the team, came the time you had been waiting for the most, Gavi. To someone on the outside they wouldn't be able to tell who was more nervous about meeting each other. Gavi was starstruck, unknown to you that the Spaniard had a massive crush on you. After all the formal meetings everyone had the chance to talk to each other, Gavi instantly making his way to you.

"You wouldn't imagine my surprise when I found out the future queen was a fan of mine." You blushed at his words. "It's pretty easy when you play so well." Now it was his turn to blush. Thats how most of the night went, blushing at each other's words and compliments. "Can I have your number? I wanna get you a little something." You did but saying your goodbyes afterwards, your younger sisters teasing you for being awkward.

The next day a package to you was received. Flowers, a barça jersey with your name and a note, "It was lovely meeting you, hopefully it won't be the last time, Pablo" you put on the jersey and sent him a picture, "package received, didn't think you were a flowers to a girl you just met kind of guy." He chuckled at your message, he usually wasn't but you really caught his eye, "Only to the special one's, can I see you today?"

[mondstaub1]

hotd fanfiction idea modern

Jaceluke

When Rhaenyra and Leonor divorce Corlys insists that Lucerys stays with them long term as he is Leanors heir. Rhaenyra refuses and fights it a long time but in the end she gives in and Lucerys is sent to Driftmark. Rhaenyra then moves away to get away from the stress and marries Daemon, which results in her side of the family having little contact with Lucerys. Through a number of unfortunate events the contact cuts of completly. Jace suffers a lot under the sepateration from is beloved younger brother but as young as he is can not do much but watch the tragidy unfold.

Years later after Jacaerys has turned 18 he lays on the sofa in his flat and looks casually through tinder when a picture catches his attention. It has been years but he immidiatly recugnises Lucerys. His brother has changed a lot growing from a small boy with messy hair and baby fat on his cheeks to the single most beautiful being he has ever seen. He resembles their mother and grandmother greatly but the dark hair the sailor clothes he wears make hin even more eye catching. Without realising Jace likes the picture and for just a secund his heart nearly stops but then there is a notification. It's a match! Oh god but he has no time to panic as Luke writes him a short message:

L: Heyy

Jace swallows but writes back:

J: Hi Lucerys

For a few minutes there is no respons and it occures to Jace that his brother doesn't have his full name in his bio

L: Who are you? Where did you learn my name?

Jace takes a deep breath and answeres with trembeling hands

J: Sorry didn't mean to scare you. It's me Jacaerys. I just found your profil and couldn't help myself

Again there was silents for several minutes before the next notification came

L: Jace? My Jace no way. Prove it first. Tell me something only Jacaerys would know

Jace though it over for a moment, trying to pick something from his memory that only the two of them could know about. Which would be easier if they hadn't been seperated so young. Then it clicked

J: When we were little I promised to marry you in the tradition of our house. I always called you "my future Queen" and your ears turned red every time. We even picked the house we would live in. The lake house and the name of our children. I thing we ended up with Baelon for a boy and Aenyra for a girl.

Secunds after he pressed send Luke replied with a phone number. He called as soon as he got the text and Luke picked up on the first ring. "Jace?", his voice sounded wet and broken but Jace was so happy to hear it again it drove tears into his eyes. "Yes it's me baby. Nice to hear your voice again.

[nexility-sims]

𝐍𝐎. 𝟑   ❛ 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 ❜   |   NAKAWE, 2023

❧  𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲  /  𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  /  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  /  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

   ❛  Karolina Teague was hardly famous. Her name carried a certain heft among culture critics whose heyday had passed, but she liked the anonymity that came with being washed up. All of her favorite people were has-beens, after all, and she wasn’t ashamed to spend her time reminiscing about days past with them or anyone else who would listen. Today, she welcomed a whole crew of listeners into her Nakawe home—a film crew to be exact, led by a director-producer duo who had known her name well before a previous interviewee mentioned it to them. She wouldn’t be the star of their documentary, but they believed from its inception that the story wouldn’t be complete without her thoughts.

❧ honestly very proud of the scrapbooking !!!! this is basically just shameless exposition, but i am convinced i picked a creative vehicle for it :^) i watched that 90s docuseries on hulu a year ago and this specific story post was born fjdhjf anyway, canonically, no one would be writing or printing in script like that but i am simply NOT that committed to my worldbuilding sdkjfsf consider this whole thing an english language reimagining (^:

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

Karolina took them on a tour of her colorful seaside house, one concluding in a room already set up for their perusal. It was the archive, she explained. This was what they came for; her recollections were valuable, but she had so much more than her own memories. Photographs waited on the tables, and an old television screen teased some scene from exclusive VHS tapes. Karolina plopped down onto a sofa and gestured widely, saying, “Have a look. I’m ready when you are.” 

The director, a woman named Ildaria, picked up a photograph. 

“Can you tell us about her?” 

Karolina beckoned for the photo, and Ildaria walked over to hand it to her. For a moment, she peered at it, keeping everyone in suspense. Finally, she replied, “Sure. What’s she going to do, sue me?”

“Maybe,” a cameraman elsewhere in the room snorted.

“I’ll take the risk,” Karolina laughed. “Look, I don’t know Princess Leonor, but I met her plenty of times. She was at The Den at least half the nights in 1991, for sure. Probably into 1992, but I didn’t really keep track of her comings and goings. Definitely not after 1993.”

The producer, Eilo, held up another photograph. “What’s the story here?” he asked.

Karolina reached for it. Unlike the other photo, this one was a proper candid. There were several people in the frame, but Leonor was at the center, kneeling by a table with her hand draped across Renzo’s thigh as he held her head in his palm and said something beyond the capture of still photography.

“It wasn’t anything formal,” Karolina explained. “Renzo didn’t date anyone in those days, and I don’t think she did either. They liked each other. It was mutual fascination with zero understanding, is how I saw it. They hung out—liked each other’s company. Hot and fast, burned out quick, that’s what it looked like.” She shrugged. “That was Renzo.” 

“And Leonor?” Ildaria asked, having sat down nearby. 

“Like I said,” Karolina began. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully. “I didn't know her. Seemed like a cool girl. I’m older, mind you. I think she wanted to get a little wild and try new things—this is off the record—and The Den was for her what it was for everyone. You could kick your shoes off. Scream along to your buddy’s new song, have a movie star tell you his woes while he pours your drink, get high in the dressing room and probably be fine—” 

“Did she do that?” Ildaria’s eyes were wide.

Karolina cleared her throat. “No, of course not. Not everyone did! Enough, sure. We all know the quote-unquote horror stories.”

The crew listened, rapt, having stopped flipping through albums and poking around the bookcases, eager to hear something explosive. They had set out to make a documentary about a particular time and place. The Den at the turn of the century was their subject. That glorious decade solidified its place in celebrity culture, to say nothing of its place in music history. The princess was just a footnote in that story. Nonetheless, it was a tantalizing footnote. Most people below a certain age were shocked to hear that she hadn’t been a humorless, buttoned-up bureaucrat her entire life. The idea that someone whose day job involved keeping the country afloat may have once been young and reckless intrigued. That she was adjacent to the salacious stories of sex, drugs, and rock and roll they knew better nearly crossed the line into unbelievable. Yet, people in Uspana also knew their royals had been wrapped up in the glamor of celebrity for decades. Even now, they continued to rub elbows with rock stars, including the one elder princess who was herself a music star. 

“She’s a different person now, clearly,” Karolina continued. She spoke tentatively still but nonetheless addressed what everyone wanted to know. “But, for a time, she was at The Den with everyone else, drinking too much and carrying around a pharmacy in whatever cute purse you had that night. You may remember there was a big Reyes death around then. It’s like—when my mother died in 2009, I lost my shit, too.” 

Karolina shrugged again. “She was having fun. I was doing worse, alright, so I only feel judgmental about it insofar as she’d probably be embarrassed if you asked her about any of it today. Royals are supposed to do their sniffing in private, right, not in a bathroom Renzo forgot to hire someone to clean. She was snobby, but my sense was that she liked pretending she wasn’t—roleplay, you know, transgressing or whatever.” 

Someone coughed. The rifling through materials resumed. Ildaria and Eilo shared a look. 

“You haven’t talked to her since ‘92?” Ildaria asked. Eilo, meanwhile, had pulled out his cell phone and was typing with fast fingers. 

Karolina shook her head. “So, she knew I’d asked Renzo to let me collect photos and bring along my Zenith. I got a weird email in 2000 inquiring about them from someone who worked for her.” She grinned, then added as an aside, “Only one recording, by the way. The Den had a strict no video policy.”

“We’d like to see them sometime,” Ildaria responded. 

Karolina nodded, then shook her head and clarified, “Which—my tapes or the email?” 

Eilo answered without looking up, “Both.”

He finished what he was doing after a moment of quiet, then held his phone up for Ildaria and Karolina to see. “Seems like she’s still in touch with people,” he said.

They leaned forward to view the screen while he swiped at it, then Karolina laughed.  “Okay, maybe she just didn’t like me!”  

While they watched, Eilo moved through a hastily thrown together slideshow of the princess with various people Karolina knew well. Some looked like event photos. Others were captured with long lenses—paparazzi shots that made money but didn’t always generate enough interest if the other person was a comparative nobody. Not everyone had evolved in the last thirty years. Plenty of people who visited the bar during the decade of Renzo’s ownership continued to have flourishing careers. They were, at the time, young and beautiful and painfully unprepared for the lifetime of celebrity ahead of them. That’s what they brought to this place more than anything: their pain, which, being creative types, they eagerly spun into something beautiful and private. 

That’s what The Den gave them. These impossibly talented, dedicated stars created fleeting things for each other and no one else. Bands and dance troupes formed. An endless stream of songs and poetry and performance art kept the bar’s little stage occupied nightly for years. Offstage, people with no reason to meet in the real world bonded in this space of both contrived and undeniable intimacy. For some, the reprieve helped them endure the difficulty of becoming that invariably attended a rise in fame. It was detrimental to others. These were the ones who didn’t evolve—people who gave up their relevance to live forever in this meaningless, generative privacy or people who couldn’t make the choice and lost everything in the process. 

Karolina hadn’t evolved, but she hadn’t died or wanted to die either. From her perspective, what people like the princess and even Renzo himself had done wasn’t evolution. It was more like a revelation. People don’t change, she would tell Eilo and Ildaria later, over dinner, when the conversation had moved far away from the royal footnote. She believed people just uncover deeper truths about themselves, knowingly or unknowingly, and those became harder to conceal once they were exposed.

Have you felt that way before? she asked them. Exposed, like when you break your leg so hard the bone snaps right through your skin? They had. The conversation detoured to childhood misadventures, but Karolina had a point to make. She pulled them back. Some people get comfortable with that feeling and learn how to live in it. Other people, you know, they deny and lie and call it growth. That’s my opinion. I’ve seen it—artists are the worst for it, I swear. Artists who don’t want to be artists anymore? Worse than that. 

Can I say you sound bitter? Ildaria laughed. 

Now, Karolina threw her hands up. She exclaimed, joyful, That’s my truth, baby! I took too many bites of the world, and I’ve been disgusted by it ever since. Some people come out of their mamas malcontent.

Later that night, Eilo was exhausted, but Ildaria’s hand hovered over the light switch with uncertainty. She heaved a big, put-upon sigh, then asked, “Is it bad that I want to give Mencia Cipac a call?”

“Give her a call?” Eilo snorted. “Sure, Mencia Cipac, whose number you totally have, definitely won’t ignore your calls because she, for sure, knows who you are and has endless free time to spare.” He sat up straighter, then added, “No more overloading on projects. You promised. Besides, you don’t wanna poke that bear.”

“Not a bear,” Ildaria retorted. “A jaguar. Roar!”

TRANSCRIPT:

KAROLINA | Have a look. I'm ready when you are.

RENZO (O.S.) | Get that thing out of here, Karolina!

ILDARIA | Can you tell us about her?

KAROLINA | Sure. What's she going to do, sue me? CAMERAMAN | Maybe.

KAROLINA | I'll take the risk.

KAROLINA | Look, I don’t know Princess Leonor, but I met her plenty of times. She was at The Den at least half the nights in 1991, for sure. Probably into 1992, but I didn’t really keep track of her comings and goings. Definitely not after 1993

EILO | What's the story here?

KAROLINA | It wasn't anything formal.

KAROLINA | Renzo didn’t date anyone in those days, and I don’t think she did either. They liked each other. It was mutual fascination with zero understanding, is how I saw it. They hung out—liked each other’s company. Hot and fast, burned out quick, that’s what it looked like. That was Renzo.

ILDARIA | And Leonor?

KAROLINA | Like I said, I didn't know her. Seemed like a cool girl. I’m older, mind you. I think she wanted to get a little wild and try new things—this is off the record—and The Den was for her what it was for everyone. You could kick your shoes off. Scream along to your buddy’s new song, have a movie star tell you his woes while he pours your drink, get high in the dressing room and probably be fine—

ILDARIA | Did she do that?

KAROLINA | No, of course not. Not everyone did! Enough, sure. We all know the quote-unquote horror stories.

KAROLINA | She's a different person now, clearly. But, for a time, she was at The Den with everyone else, drinking too much and carrying around a pharmacy in whatever cute purse you had that night. You may remember there was a big Reyes death around then. It’s like—when my mother died in 2009, I lost my shit, too.

KAROLINA | She was having fun. I was doing worse, alright, so I only feel judgmental about it insofar as she’d probably be embarrassed if you asked her about any of it today. Royals are supposed to do their sniffing in private, right, not in a bathroom Renzo forgot to hire someone to clean. She was always a snob, but I my sense was that she liked pretending she wasn’t—roleplay, you know, transgressing or whatever.

ILDARIA | You haven't talked to her since '92?

KAROLINA | So, she knew I’d asked Renzo to let me collect photos and bring along my Zenith. I got a weird email in 2000 inquiring about them from someone who worked for her. Only one recording, by the way. The Den had a strict no video policy.

ILDARIA | We'd like to see them sometime.

KAROLINA | Which—my tapes or the email?

EILO | Both.

EILO | Seems like she's still in touch with people. KAROLINA | Okay, maybe she just didn’t like me!

ILDARIA | Is it bad that I want to give Mencia Cipac a call?

EILO | Give her a call?

EILO | Sure, Mencia Cipac, whose number you totally have, definitely won’t ignore your calls because she, for sure, knows who you are and has endless free time to spare.

EILO | No more overloading on projects. You promised. Besides, you don’t wanna poke that bear.

ILDARIA | Not a bear. A jaguar. Roar!

[ehrenfest]

Fanbook Four's Short Story

Is about Judithe developing mana sensing. This is just a summary of it made with the help of machine translation, so take everything with a grain of salt.

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Judithe is studying with other apprentice knights in the dormitory common room when all of a sudden it happens. She describes it as feeling noisy around her, or like a strange gaze is on her. She is suddenly very aware that some of the people around her have a strong presence and others a very weak one. It’s so uncomfortable it gives her goosebumps.

It hits her that this is mana sensing. Feeling shocked and embarrassed, she abruptly stands up and leaves without a word to anyone.

Being confused she tries to talk to her adult attendant, Frederika. Though she's unable to get the words out, when Frederika touches her the older woman realizes what’s happened and congratulates her.

Mana sensing is a secondary sexual characteristic for nobles that manifests sometime between the ages of 10 and 15. It allows you to sense who is within range for you to have children. But it also allows others to sense you, and creates the impression that you are ready to start looking for a marriage partner.

Judithe expresses her discomfort, “It feels like everyone is watching me, and I can’t calm down.”

Her attendant says she’ll get used to it soon. But if she really can’t stand it, going into her hidden room will block out the presence of others. Although, if you stay in there you’ll never adjust.

Frederika seems happy as she talks about informing Judithe’s parents and how she’ll have to seriously consider her marriage partner now.

Making up an excuse, Judithe leaves, since she doesn’t feel like she can show how bothered she really is in front of her attendant.

Leonore spots her in the hallway. She went looking for her after Judithe left the common room so suddenly. The younger girl is relieved that she can’t sense Leonore’s mana, and awkwardly explains that she developed mana sensing.

Leonore immediately understands, it’s very unsettling until you get used to it. She asks if Judithe wants to go to Rozemyne’s retainer room for a consultation? Since their master isn't here, and only female retainers can enter, that should be a more comfortable place for her.

She sends Judithe on ahead, while she explains things to the knight apprentices and calls the others girls to come.

Brunhilde, Leonore, Lieseleta and Philine all arrive shortly. 

Judithe is particularly worried about how long it will be before she gets used to it. Brunhilde says it takes around ten days to adjust to mana sensing. Although Leonore mentions she got comfortable with it after only five. Lieseleta lets her know that for the first three days or so other people won’t be able to sense her mana, so she doesn’t have to be so self-conscious. The mana she emits is still unstable, meaning unless others are close enough to touch her they won’t sense anything.

They confirm that even though she can sense Lieseleta, Lieseleta can’t feel her, except when she touches her.

Normally your mother would teach you these things, but since she’s currently at the Royal Academy it’s hard to talk to her. Brunhilde says that, though she could go home for a bit once she finishes her classes, it might be safer not to. If your parents find out, they’ll hold a big celebration, inviting a bunch of gentlemen over to potentially choose a marriage partner from among the candidates. As Judithe is still so uncomfortable, it would be better if she waited until she was more mentally prepared to go back.

That’s what happened to Brunhilde when she developed mana sensing. Leonore confirms that something similar happened to her. Although, because she’s not an heiress like Brunhilde, it wasn’t quite as excessive.

Judithe hopes this celebration is only something archnobles do, but Lieseleta confirms that she will also have to go through one as soon as she returns home. They are usually held during the winter socializing season, when it’s easiest to reach out to relatives and acquaintances.

Judithe hates the very idea and wants to refuse, but is told it’s a rite of passage, necessary for your parents to find a marriage partner for you. And anyway, if her attendant has already contacted her parents they've probably already started preparing.

She asks for details on what exactly happens at this celebration. Turns out, it's a place for a woman who has developed mana sensing to meet unmarried men who have a similar amount of mana. All of those present who have already gone through it found the event uncomfortable, but apparently the men who are invited are just as uncomfortable, so it’s a mutual feeling.

Judithe is exasperated that Philine can just calmly drink tea as though this is someone else’s problem, she'll have to do it soon enough as well!

But Philine points out that she cut off contact with her father, and Rozemyne is currently her guardian. So she doesn’t think she’ll have to go through that kind of celebration.

Judithe immediately considers cutting off ties with her father to avoid the awkwardness. The older girls tell her that even though it’s embarrassing, the celebration means she’s being treated as a family member and a daughter. If the family isn’t planning to marry their daughter officially, or can’t prepare a dowry, etc, then no celebration will be held.

Now Judithe starts worrying about Philine instead, and feels terrible for complaining about having a good position in her family. Philine assures her she’s fine.

One of the other girls mentions that if Judithe’s father already has an engagement candidate in mind, instead of the celebration already mentioned, she’ll have a colour matching and engagement announcement party instead. Does she know if there are any likely candidates?

Judithe hasn’t heard of anyone. The reality of marriage has approached so suddenly as soon as she developed mana sensing, it’s left her in a daze. She tries asking Leonore, who’s soon to be engaged, what exactly are the conditions for deciding on a fiancée, how do you choose?

Leonore can only say that, in her case, the goddess of marriage, Liebeskhilfe, did a good job. She liked Cornelius and their mana levels, status, and faction happened to coincide.

Judithe asks if it’s really just chance? But Lieseleta says that there isn't really a better answer Leonore could have given her. Marriage conditions are different for each class and depend on the circumstances of each family.

So, Judithe looks to Lieseleta, hoping to find more useful info from a fellow mednoble, only to be told that she’s not a good reference either, as she’s the heir to her house. But since Judithe is from a family that isn't particularly associated with any one faction—meaning there aren’t any real restrictions on who she can marry—and she has younger brothers and sisters, so she’d be expected to get married early and leave home, unless her parents are very strange they’ll probably be fine with anyone as long as their mana and status coincide.

Lieseleta needs someone to marry into her family, she also wants a partner who can support the archducal couple alongside her, in the same way her parents do. Brunhilde and Leonore mention that as Leisegangs they would absolutely not be allowed to marry any of Wilfried’s retainers or members of the former Veronica faction. As they talk about hopefully closing the distance between factions in the future, Judithe thinks that maybe it’s because Kirnberger is out of step with factions, but she’s never really been conscious of them growing up. And since Veronica lost power and relationships have improved, not to mention Rozemyne's minimal awareness of factions, Judithe has just continued to be ignorant of them.

Worried that maybe this makes her unqualified to serve a member of the archducal family, she quickly tries to convince herself that it’s not that she's totally unaware of the tension between factions, it’s just that she doesn’t have the sharpened sense of it like Brunhilde and the others.

Philine asks Brunhilde if she also has to take into consideration her father’s intentions just like Lieseleta, since she’s an heir too, right? Brunhilde smiles vaguely saying, “Well, for an heir, their parent’s intentions are important.” She continues on that the most important quality in a marriage partner for her is that they're good for Groschel. So she can’t choose someone based on feelings alone.

Judithe thinks about how heavy the responsibilities are for a Giebe’s daughter and an heir. She appreciates how easy and free of responsibility her position is by comparison. Saying something to that effect to Philine, she expects to get agreement.

However Philine mentions instead that she also intends to take over her house in the future. With Konrad in the orphanage, she’s the only one who can. At least, she has no intention to hand over her mother’s inheritance to her father and Jonsara. So, while her parent’s intentions are irrelevant, she does need a spouse willing to marry into her house.

Judithe is shocked that the younger Philine, who can’t even sense mana yet, is already thinking about her marriage prospects. She's devastated at her own carefree attitude.

The other girls, knowing Philine’s feelings, begin to tease her. Bringing up how Damuel, a second son who is out of the line of inheritance, seems like a perfect match for her, so long as she works hard to raise her mana to match his.

Philine blushes but says, “Even if it’s convenient for me, I don’t think Damuel will take notice of a child like me… So I want to start sensing mana as soon as possible.”

Judithe can’t believe she wants to put herself in such an embarrassing and unsettling situation. But Philine is firm that it is what she wants. Once she can sense mana she’ll be aware whether or not she’s within Damuel’s range. And maybe he’ll be a little more conscious of her as a woman. Developing mana sensing will change things, but she wants those things to change.

Everyone else is thinking about their futures, and Judithe is depressed that she’s the only one who’s thoughtless. The girls continue talking about Philine’s future partner until, embarrassed, she reminds them they're supposed to be talking about Judithe right now.

So everyone starts asking Judithe questions instead. What does she want out of a marriage partner? Will she return to Kirnberger after marriage? Does she want to go back to serving Rozemyne after raising children? It might be better to marry someone in the Nobles Quarter in that case.

Embarrassed by the attention, and not having considered these before, Judithe can’t give any answers. But as an aide to Rozemyne she doesn’t want to just say, “I haven’t thought about it.”

While drinking tea to stall for time and trying to figure out how to dodge the questions, an ordonnaz for Leonore flies in. It's from Cornelius, asking her to come help teach the knight apprentices, as there’s some class work for next year he doesn’t get. Leonore asks if Judithe is ready to go back to the common room with her.

She found her escape, but at a cost. Instead she's half-forced to spend an uneasy time in the common room. But maybe because of that, she adjusted to mana sensing quite quickly. After only three days.

[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

Not sure if you are still taking wotc asks but after seeing the sweet small speech of gratitude that both Leonor and Sofia gave to Felipe for his 10th anniversary proclamation (I think it was done as a surprise) I just know that in the wotc world Leonor would do that for Alix on their first anniversary. Like she spends time asking Sofía what she should do and then she writes a small speech and ends up giving it to her when they have a gala or some lunch meeting. Leo would be all nervous movement holding her cards and Sofia would try not to laugh. But Leo would give it all with sweet eyes at Alix and Alix would probably adore the attention. 🤣🤭

Oh I’m taking any asks all of the time (I just have a hard time getting to them if I wait awhile lol). I did see this speech! Her voice is so similar to Leonor’s yet so different and I wish we would get more chances to hear her speak. I could talk a lot more about how I feel like we have missed out on a lot of Sofia appearances and stuff since, for me at least, there is such an heir/spare view of the two girls but that’s for another ask.

Honestly this works so well and I completely agree that Leo and Sofi would just be practicing stuff to say and during the speech would be kind of like they were in real life, bubbly and jittery but in a good way.

Thank you for asking and I will try to get those asks out sometime on my lifetime lol

[armoricaroyalty]

Rosalind’s confession — I love you! — was still ringing in Mary’s ears when the doors closed. Those three words had awoken something in her. She’d had a confining adolescence followed by an uncertain young adulthood, had spent a decade or more closeted even to herself. Her long years of rigid self-censorship had stolen her ability to dream, left her stunted and small, incapable of imagining a better life for herself.

For years, the future had been a blank white wall, static on a television screen. Rosalind had changed that. Loving Rosalind had changed that. With just three words, Roz had opened up a whole new world of possibility for her. Love was freeing, an unlocked door, an opened window. Someday—not yet, but soon—they would be together, open and unashamed. Until then, Mary would do whatever it took to protect Rosalind’s vision of the future.

Previous | Chapter Start | From the Beginning | Next

8:01 PM / February 27th, 2016

VIVI | [clears throat] Excuse me. ROSALIND | [sighs] What? VIVI | They’re looking for you, Your Highness. ROSALIND | Ugh. Who? VIVI | Some of the donors. Vance Marshall, the owner of the — ROSALIND | — the Daily Shield. [sighs] Sorry, Mary. Gotta go see to my public. VIVI | Are you really going to speak to Vance Marshall? ROSALIND | Of course! He’s a long-time donor. VIVI | He’s a tabloid crank. ROSALIND | So what? VIVI | So what? He also donates millions to Nationalist Party MPs. ROSALIND | Let’s not get political. ROSALIND | We are apolitical. VIVI | Your friends aren’t! ROSALIND | We do not take sides. VIVI | If you’re meeting with Vance Marshall, you already have. ROSALIND | I didn’t set the guest list tonight. ROSALIND | The Marshall family own half the newspapers in Armorica. If I want the public on my side, I need them on my side. ROSALIND | If you want good press, you have to play nice. It’s not that complicated, Vivi. Even you could do it. ROSALIND | I’ll introduce you. VIVI | I don’t — ROSALIND | No, I insist. ROSALIND | You have to start making your own connections. I can loan you my stylist, but you need to make your own friends in the press. [door slams] MARY | [clears throat] MARY | Good evening, Your Highness. LEONOR | Good evening, Miss Yokoyama. MARY | How much did you overhear? LEONOR | Enough to confirm the rumors. MARY | And which rumors are those? LEONOR | May I offer you some advice, Miss Yokoyama? MARY | You may not. But we both know you will anyway. LEONOR | [laughs] My, aren’t you bold? I can respect that. MARY | Please forgive me for speaking out of turn, Your Highness, but I care about your respect even less than I care about your advice. LEONOR | You are intent on making enemies tonight, aren’t you? Ah, but you are young. Of course you already know everything. MARY | At least your enemies know to expect a knife in the back, Princess. Neither of us leaves this room until you tell me why you were lurking. LEONOR | Dear girl, you are beginning to seriously annoy me. I am not a threat to you or your Princess. I have known her since she was small, and I was only curious to see what sort of woman she had taken up with. MARY | You can’t lie to me, Princess. I know exactly what you are. And I’m not going to let someone like you toy with her— LEONOR | You are a fool aren’t you? Quick-witted, but a fool nonetheless. You were correct about one thing, though: I am going to offer you advice even though you have done nothing to deserve it. LEONOR | It’s possible to conceal a fling, but not a romance. Do you understand? The greater the love, the greater the risk. You must decide now what you are willing to sacrifice to be with her. LEONOR | What, no clever response? MARY | ... LEONOR | See? You’re learning. Good night, Miss Yokoyama. [door slams] MARY | ... MARY | ...watch your back, old woman.

[sorvete-de-pacoca]

Cooked something for today. Have some monster yuri

Happy halloween y'all!

🎃🎃🎃

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Somewhere in Europe. 19th century

“Can we go now?” Antonia whimpers “this place is a mess!”

“Don’t you want to see what else they are hiding here?” Leonor says. She and her sister had broken into some fancy party and had fed on some of the blue blood guests. But before leaving she had found a secret passage leading to an underground cellar. It appears the mansion's owner liked to collect stolen goods from the lands he had gone to. Many of them that would have killed him if he was still alive, such as cursed amulets and a necronomicon. Silly humans.

“It’s so dusty and dark!” complains her younger sister.

“Like your coffin?”

“¡Vete a la mierda!” hisses Antonia. Leonor chuckles at her pissy sister. She wanted to see if the pompous human had anything valuable that she could take to her lair. It’s when she hears a guttural grunt coming from behind a door. She and Antonia looked at each other, both had heard that. The door looked heavy and made of metal, but it weighed nothing for the older vampire when she opened it. It was dark inside, Leonor could smell blood and carcasses. Antonia smells it too, indicated by her placing a hand over her nose with a look of disgust.

Something rises from the dark like a bolt. Leonor dodges the creature on time. The beast hits the wall behind them. Under the light of torches is when both ladies could have a better glimpse at what was hiding there. A wolf-like beast, its red eyes burning and its teeth bared at them. 

“Ah” Leonor comments amused “what an interesting treasure.”

The wolf charged at Antonia, but the vampire grabbed it like a common dog and threw it back at the wall. It hits the concrete and makes the room shake. The beast staggers when trying to stand up.

“They’re hurt. Why don’t they turn back into human?” questions the younger sister. 

“Some werewolves, when forced to stay too long into their beast form, end up losing their humanity” sighs Leonor. Turning into a mindless beast, just to entertain some idiotic nobles, what a fate worse than death. The wolf roars at them. Leonor approaches the creature, Antonia stays back. She imagines her sister was going to put an end to this beast’s misery. The wolf roars when she presses a hand on its chest. Red light consumes the creature and slowly his form changes. The roar changes into the scream of a human. 

When Leonor steps back, her sister comes to stand at her side. Confused, she asks “What did you do?”

“Changed her back.”

“Her? But…why?”

Leonor shrugs “Just wanted to see what was behind all that fur.”

That was a young woman, her long and curly black hair falling over her face. She looks disoriented, but quickly sits on the floor when she notices her own hands. Not anymore of a monster. She touches her face and it’s when Leonor could see her brown eyes that turned honey under the light. Plump lips forming a smile of disbelief.

“I’m…free…” her voice small and not accustomed to being used.

“Not really” Leonor crouched to her eye level “Just used a little bit of magic to temporarily turn you back human. What’s your name pequena?”

“Lu…Luciana…”

“Do you have anywhere to go?”

Luciana shakes her head. Leonor smiles and helps the naked girl to get up.

“You have been a wolf for so long you don’t have much magic to hold a human form. But I can help you with that. Would you like to come with me?”

Luciana nods while holding the vampire’s hand.

“You’re not really planning on taking her with us are you?” Interrupts Antonia.

“Yes” smiles Leonor “that’s exactly what I'm planning to do.” She wraps an arm around the girl “I was looking for something nice to take home, and I just happened to find a lost puppy.”

“But…But…!” Antonia protests, her older sister ignores her. She takes Luciana to the exit while the other tries to bring her to her senses “What about padre?! He doesn’t like werewolves! You will be kicked out of the family!”

“Oh good, I was planning to move anyway” she looks at Luciana “and i’m taking you with me. Is that okay with you?”

Luciana nods. Brown eyes shining with excitement for her new freedom.

[thatmarvelobsessedteen]

Not planned...not at all

Cassian x reader

Azriel x OC! reader's cousin

Short Summary: Two girls, cousins, somehow find themselves inside a slightly modified version of their favorite book saga ACOTAR. What will happen to them, things have changed and not just their situation but themselves...are those pointy ears they now have?

Chapter 4

Leonor's POV

Cold, too damn cold and damp. My toes will fall off at this rhythm!

Looking over my shoulder I notice Roxanne and try to focus on making her disappear, maybe it's a dream and I'll control it? Nothing, of course nothing happened!

I can't help but laugh, we are in such deep shit and even if we survive whatever is happening we'll likely get called crazy and locked up in an asylum. I mean it was only a matter of time with how we tend to act around each other! Maybe mom was right and we just canceled out each other's common sense and neurons?

Something snaps me out of my thoughts, Roxy's now at my side locking her arm with mine and leaning in with the biggest smile out of nowhere. She's also kind of dragging me to walk faster in the snow almost making me trip over my own steps but her whispered words freeze my blood.

"There's an extra set of steps behind us...whoever it is imitates our pace to camouflage the sound"

Well ain't that great?!

I keep my arm locked with her arm even tighter, frowning in concentration, it doesn't take me long to notice the steps as well. Biting my tongue to stop the long list of swear words that threaten to slip my tongue I drag Roxanne to walk faster and in front of me.

Staying attentive in hopes of hearing the steps go away or walk in a certain pattern that would indicate it to be an animal... nothing that's a human and a big one at that but not a slow one that's for sure.

Clearing my throat I catch up with Roxanne and let out a fake giggle to get her attention leaning in to whisper.

"You remember the team up, fake routine we made up?"

If my memory doesn't fail me it's been at least 5 years since we made up that whole ideal attack plan one summer out of boredom after reading about too many badass female leads.

"You tackle and I finish off...if your tackle doesn't work it's knee to the groin or elbow to the chest depending on the gender"

Gods we'll be ridiculous if this doesn't work!

"If 'whoever that is' gets any closer we follow through, I don't care if they mean well, you don't follow two girls alone in the mountains."

But we're confident right?

Yeah, we're confident, at least I am in our abilities...well manage it's no use to just hope for the worst so you imagine the best outcome and that's it!

Of course it was all too good and a loud snapping sound brings me out of my thoughts, I forget we're not supposed to react and turn around.

My blood runs cold, he's far closer than we thought...The man, because that doesn't look like a bear to me, towers over both of us and I don't get a chance to even look at his face before he's reaching for me.