#oneshot spanish

[fairlyang]

18+ smut. miguel blurb. cadena 🕷️

imagínense a Miguel montándose arriba de ti y su cadena de la virgencita flotando en frente de tu cara

he positions himself to your entrance then rams into you without a second thought

gemidos se les escapan de sus bocas mientras que empuja sus caderas en las tuyas

his chain dangled with every thrust and something about it was just really doing it for you

tal ves por tener la virgencita ahí en frente de ti y sabiendo que lo que estás haciendo, no era algo tan inocente

maybe it was just the lil irony of it all and add his dirty nothings and ooo was it really something beyond innocent

“Te gusta tanto huh chiquita?”

“Taking this fucking cock every night.”

“Tomándolo como Dios manda, verdad angelita?”

instead of a response the only thing you could do was whimper as your walls tightened against him because his words always made you melt, how could they not?

se río y agarro tu cara para que vea tu carita tan bonita cuando empieza a moverse hasta más rápido, ganándose más gemidos hermosas de ti

he groaned and leaned down, your foreheads touching as he continued his relentless pace with you bringing your arms to wrap around your neck, bringing him even closer

“Así amor-! no p-pares por favor.”

“Please please please.”

“Follándome tan rico, como siempre.”

[lar-mx]

El murciélago bañado por las sombras y el ángel de la muerte (Nombre temporal).

Entonces tengo esta idea loca desde hace unas horas.

El Surgimiento de la idea:

en algún momento escuche este concepto de que cada persona tiene su propio ángel de la muerte el cual se encarga de recoger el alma de la persona fallecida cuando llega su hora, a veces cuando alguien enfrenta una situación en la que casi muere, realmente muere por un tiempo o uno de esos momento donde su vida pasa frente a sus ojos por así decirlo pueden verlo.

la mayoría no lo recuerda y los pocos que si lo hacen no hablan de ello.

esto anterior mas un recuerdo vago de un capitulo de un fic de DP donde danny escribe un poema acerca de una platica que tubo con la muerte donde esta le dice que no puede llevarse a danny (aunque no recuerdo si es porque danny es el rey fantasma o por ser un halfa).

La Idea como tal:

de estas dos ideas se me ocurrió lo siguiente.

Danny siendo el angel de la muerte de cass, pero si bien danny es el angel de la muerte de cass el nunca podra llevarla al lugar que le corresponda para descansar por la eternidad y si te preguntas el porque pues porque el destino y la vida se niegan a dejar morir y descansar a ciertas personas.

Por fortuna(?) la mayoría de los héroes son algunas de estas personas y por desgracia(?) un buen numero de villanos también.

la situación es tal que no importa el que o el como pero esa persona selecciona escapara de apenas con vida de una muerte segura o volverá a la vida unos segundo, unos minutos o algunos meses e incluso algunos años después.

el método para que vuelvan puede ser cualquiera pero al final siempre escapan de las manos de su ángel de la muerte.

cass es una de esas pocas personas que pueden recordar a su ángel de la muerte.

aquí es donde por mi parte pierdo el hilo de como quiero escribir ( jaja no puedo escribirlo aunque mi vida dependa de ello) esta idea.

Porque por un lado me encantaría que esto fuera un cass x danny donde los únicos momento donde ellos pueden interactuar y hablar es cuando cass esta en una situación cercana a la muerte pero nunca podran estar verdaderamente juntos por que el destino y las propias convicciones de cass le impiden morir o permanecer muerta.

lo que me lleva a la idea de que cass escriba cartas o poemas para su ángel(?) para dárselos en esos raros momento en los que se encuentran, pero el problema es que cass es demasiado buena para enfrentar regularmente ese tipo de situaciones donde se puedan encontrar.

y por otro lado esta la idea de que sean algo asi como amigos y/o danny sea una especie de mentor de cass desde que ella era joven y escapo de las garras de su progenitor.

ya que cuando era mas joven enfrento varias llamadas cercanas debido a la desnutrición y/o enfermedades debido andar escapando la mayor parte del tiempo de la persecución de david (creo que así se llama).

estoy seguro que existen otras rutas para llevar esto e incluso otros barcos, pero con mis habilidades actuales no puedo llevar a cabo esta idea asique la comparto con ustedes para que agreguen o la usen a su antojo.

Saludos.

tag some people I follow, in case they like the concept.->

@satoshy12 @zylev-blog @bet-on-me-13 @hdgnj @dcxdpdabbles @wandixx

[acotare]

Carlos Sainz nsfw

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Carlos understands that he has a lot of stamina and a lot of libido, after any form of sex he will always firstly want to completely take care of you with fetching a glass of water and if need be filling the bath to comfort any muscles. This is of course followed with lots of cuddles and pillow talk.

Carlos is a massive fan of pillow talk and finds your soft tired voice soothing and the most cute thing he swears he has ever heard.

Carlos makes sure that you know that you are loved especially with any degradation and ensures that you receive a lot of praise later over how good you had been for him.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Carlos was defiantly a boob guy over ass, nothing pleased him more than a plunging neck where he could see your curve of your breast.

he doesn’t care weather they are big or small either, bog boobs mean that he has more room to kiss and enjoy with him enjoying using them as pillows after a long day and loves smothering himself in them. Small boobs he enjoys just as much with him loving how they fit in the palm of his hand with him being able to take photos with his hands replacing your bra, he’s obsessed with the way they fit your body perfectly and if you ever say any negative comment about them he will show you just how much he loves them

his favourite body part on himself is his hair, he takes a lot of pride in how he cares for it using your conditioner and hair masks, he also really loves his post sex hair where he can see how much you have tugged at it and brushed your hands through it whilst screaming out his name.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

carlos is a very generous lover with him wanting you to cum at least 3 times every time, he loves right after he finishes into you when your legs are quivering he will see our body try and push out his cum he will make sure to get his fingers and push it back in ignoring the way you try and flinch away from his fingers to sensitive for it

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he enjoys if you have been teasing him punishing you by making you do all the work, he will only let you ride him where he can lie down and watch your breasts jump about for him and gets the perfect view of your face as it scrunches up in pleasure while he gets to lie there and acts completely unaffected

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he is definitely experienced with him being able to get you to cum within 5 minutes if need be, he is practised at knowing what things drive a woman crazy and knowing exactly how to turn you on without trying he doesn't mind if you don't have much as he is more than delighted to show and teach you everything from how to suck his cock to being able to sit still cock warming him he loves how innocent you are with him being your firsts being a kink to him

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

carlos loves any position and frequently changes it up his favourite being depended on his mood, if he feels like a soft loving day he loves missionary with him being able to kiss you and have the more personal touch, on days where he wants to be a bit more rough he will go doggy with him giving your ass a slap anytime you don’t answer right away to him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he can definitely be a little goofy especially in the leadup with him giving you his renandation of a magic mike routine and pulling a muscle 

he tends to however be quite serious with him wanting to be able to read you and your body language well the goofy ness can come in the aftercare

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

carlos is not a fan of being completely bare down there with him being a naturally hairy guy that includes the downstairs he hates shaving for the itchiness and rathers just keeping it a close trim.

he does not care either how you look he prefers some hair as he finds it sexy but whatever you like is best

you once refused to have sex with him because you had not shaved for a while and whilst he respected your descion he made sure to tell you how little he cared and found it more sexy safe to say he has fucked you more times than ever after that conversation

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect

he is very romantic in the moment with him wanting to show you how much love he loves you especially on days he can tell your not felling yourself or on anniversaries or special occasions. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

carlos has a high libido and due to his job can find himself miles and miles away so often find himselves jacking off in spare moments, he always lets you know to see if you want to join in the fun with him and quite a number of times phone sex full of breathy moans and whispered demands occurs 

he has a secret folder on his phone dedicated to pictures of you mid sex moments where carlos had pulled his camera out and took a photo knowing he would manage to instantly get hard even thinking about the photos

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

carlos has a lot of things that he is interested in and his favourite activity is introducing you to them all and seeing what ones you enjoy, he always loves praising you and spanking you if a punishment is needed or for you to remind you of who is boss

he loves teasing you in public and turning you on via stretching his back out or playing with his hair, he loves seeing the way you bite your lip and rub your thighs together even though you don't notice you are doing it 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere and everywhere

in cars he loves pulling you onto the driving side for a quick ride 

in showers he loves to slam you against a wall and watch the water fall down your skin and wash away the sweat and cum

in his driving room a well known fact he loves fucking you and you have both scarred lando and charles multiple times from the noise of your moans

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you turns him on but specifically he loves seeing your hard nipples poke through your shirt or swimsuit and can not tear his eyes away from when they pop out to say hello

he loves when you get needy or start whispering in his ear about what you want from him

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never do anything where you are directly in pain spanking he can do and even enjoys but anything where he is hurting you a lot is a no go and will make sure you know your safe word at every moment and know that you can use it without having to explain yourself or feel upset or embarrassed about it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he is a giver more than a receiver 

he loves pleasuring you and would happily die between your thighs he has had you lie on your back and over stim you that way but also on a wall and his personal favourite you riding his tongue having your legs clamp his head whilst you scream 

he loves having you on your thighs looking up at him with your eyes but will always choose to pleasure you more than you to him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it depends on the reason for having sex a normal time he does both and asks what you want that time, for after a fancy meal he will choose to have slow and have lots of eye contact but on days you want it rough he will happily appeal to your demands of harder and deeper

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he does enjoy them and you two frequently have them but he does enjoy having enough time to properly take care of you without the stress of running out of time and leaving you out all high and not so dry

he does have a history however of shoving you into a cupboard and having his way or even in charles house in his bathroom

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

he is not a massive fan of risky places where you could get caught because of his job and the photos that would be taken but he does love the slight adrenaline rush it gives and loves a car to fuck in because of it

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

hes an athlete he can go all day every day you are the one who begs him to take a break who seems to always have a round 5 on his mind

he lasts normally a long time with the ability to hold of his orgasm until you have had yours but after a race he will not last as long and has came in his pants after seeing you in lingerie on his bed when he came home

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

you have a couple of toys such as a vibrator and a dildo and when carlos had accidently found them he was overjoyed and used them on you 

he bought some as well and uses them to help pleasure you even more 

the both of you have a box under the bed with them all which carlos goes into a lot to find something fun to mess around with

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he loves to tease you and lives for winding you up throughout the day

he does everything to turn you on using all your weaknesses he knows off to get you to a begging point and even in bed will continue to tease you with holding back orgasms and then making you cum three times in a row after

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he is a grunter more

he loves dirty talk and whispers filthy phrases in different languages in your ear just to hear you moan

he has a personal contest with himself to see how load he can make you moan and how fast (he keeps notes of them)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

carlos really loves the thought of a threesome with his teammate charles he wants nothing more than for you to be shared and receive double the amount of attention and praise 

he also loves you modelling lingerie for him you were once in a fashion shoot and got lingerie from the company and carlos made you try on the entire box for him whilst he took pictures and cheered you on

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he has a lot of hair which he keeps fairly trimmed he is above average sitting at a nice 7 inches and has a nice girth to him 

it takes time for you to be able to take him with no pain and he does have to stretch you most days to make sure its as pleasurable as possible

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he has a high libido and makes it well known to you, he loves watching you blush when he whispers that he needs you especially in public

more times than you can count he’s dragged you off for another round with you two being unable to get up from bed some days with the amount of sex you are having

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he falls asleep after you every time he loves pillow talk and will never miss a moment, he loves watching as you talk gets more slurred and you fight to keep your eyes open he will drag you into his arms and let you sleep praising and kissing over what a good girl you have been for him

[swayziiwriter]

Pleasure | Pedri González

summary: a passionate night with Pedri; your pleasure, fuelling his actions.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

The covers weren't required so you had both tossed them to the floor; it didn't make any difference on the off chance that it was a cool night on the grounds. Pedri had his hands all over you, the atmosphere intensely hot. His light stubble rubbed and rubbed against your skin.

Pedri was pleased with how much ridicule he could inflict on you, he frequently made you cry and scream ambiguously under him before his cock was inside you. This evening was the same.

His hands moved around your body until, like a map, they knew every part of your skin. He followed his hands with kisses and nips before changing to bites and scrapes with his teeth to leave a lasting impression on you.

His teeth and tongue worked hotly over your areolas until you were pitifully attempting to drive him away while telling him not to stop.

You hadn't figured it conceivable to turn out to be any more delicate yet by and by your sweetheart was showing you his gifts weren't simply just in football.

As he sucked, licked, and nipped until he was satisfied that he had sufficiently teased you, his stubble brushed against your nipples. He leant up, pushed your knees apart, and dove between your wet thighs without warning.

When you felt his flat tongue lick over you and his lips close around your extremely sensitive clit, you arch off the bed while pulling at the pillow under you. Your gasp turns into a breathless groan as you feel him do this. He groans and growls at you, and as he makes sure his tongue gets into every crevice of your pussy, he barely steps away.

Pedri's enormous hands hold you down ensuring you can't shake or lift your hips, he needs full command over how he's treating you and you're glad to allow that to occur as you squirm, mewl and scratch over his back and shoulders, leaving profound welts.

He complains about the heat, and your nails pierce his skin, causing him pain and pleasure at the same time. As if he hadn't eaten, savoring your wet center. Your sensitive skin is burned by his stubble but when he pulls away to tease you even more, you find yourself pushing him back against you with your hand on the back of his head.

He rolls his tongue over every part of your pussy while making a loud groaning noise against you, pushing inside you momentarily before powerfully pulling endlessly and inclining up over you.

You are lying there, your hands flexing and panting, balling them into clench hands prior to attempting to loosen up them once more. You're a crying mewling wreck and you need the Spanish man inside you until you drop from overstimulation.

Pedri looked over you and licked his lips as he runs his hands over your inner thighs leaving red marks that match the ones on his back and shoulders from you. After a couple of seconds of simply partaking in his view, Pedri grasps your hips and lifts them into his lap until he was completely encased within you, his cock effortlessly slipping into you.

You were able to make a comment about protection, but Pedri quickly stopped you. He was deep in his hips, and you called his name wanting him to be cumming deep inside of you. He pushes himself further with each thrust, barely retracting.

You can't speak coherently, so you just moan and whimper in delight as you arch and rock your hips onto his cock.

"Baby, is it too much?" While securing your ankles around him, you whimper and shake your head.

"You're a crying wreck, amor, are you sure?" He yells and grins. You manage to utter a single "yes!!" as you nod. It is sufficient for your boyfriend.

He recognizes your safe gestures and words. He knows when you've had enough, so he keeps bouncing you on his cock and grunting your name through gritted teeth until you've had enough.

You turn and pull yourself up to fold over his body. He puts his arms around your lower back tightly and pulls you in with short, sharp thrusts until he can't say anything anymore and has to snarl and growl into your ear. He knows that the vibrations and sounds against your skin make you crazy.

"Close!" you scarcely murmur and scratch over his back. His skin was covered in a series of marks. He gestures and covers his face against your neck, his pushes unhinged and with next to no beat, as he gasps brutally against you.

His hands splay and grip you with bruising force until your hips both tilt just right, and as your vision begins to blur and get darker, your hand grips the back of his head.

As you tighten around Pedri's cock, feeling him pulse and empty inside you, feeling yourself completely let go and squirt around his length, it spills on to his abs and all over his arms, coating his body in your juices.

He gasped generally, groaning between open kisses on anything skin he might reach. He lays your bodies both down and holds you close. You collapsed against him, trembling, unable to speak.

[charlesslut16]

-sunset walks-

summary : george and you take a walk and just enjoy your time in your own world...

PAIRING : george russell x fem!reader

WARNINGS : fluff

note : PLEAASE send in requests, i don't know what to write anymore. Also the carlos fic will come tomorrow, sorry loves.

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After george got on the podium, the third place, at the spanish grand prix, you all went out to celebrate his podium. You ate, sang and danced the whole night long, enjoying your time.

You were so proud of him. He always tried his best and it was worth it. George was on the podium and he was happy. The sleepless nights and the uncertainty of not being enough were also worth it.

Furthermore, you were both staying in Spain longer because you wanted to see your family, which lived in spain. Today was Wednesday, one week before you were going to Canada.

George, you and your family ate together in this evening. You all had fun and a good time together. He was playing and talking to your little nephews and nieces that were there too.

After the dinner, you and George decided to go on a little walk, while the sun set, and it was still warm and sunny. You both said goodbye to your family and went on a walk.

"I'm so proud of you, georgie" you said to him, while you walked on a field with a little sidewalk, which had fairy lights over it and a railing on it. It was a beautiful day to take a walk.

"Thank you, baby. Your support means the world to me." George answered as he took your tangled hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles on your hand. Then he let your hands fall down and tucked you into his side some more.

"I love you"

"I love you too, pretty girl"    

Just as you wanted to go back home, george had another idea. He took his phone out of his jeans pocket and played a song, you liked, to dance to. As he found the song, he played his phone on the side and took your hands in his.

"Care to dance with me, señorita."  

"Of course, señor."    

You slow danced to the song playing on his phone. Being happy and content in each other's arms. The love you two shared for each other was too strong to even put it in words

He pulled you closer to him and danced with you. George twirled you around, while you laughed at how clumsy he danced. As George twirled you back into him and saw you still laughing, he tickled you. 

"You're not too bad at dancing, georgie. I thought you would be miserable."

"Hey! I'm the best dancer on this whole earth."

You tried to get away from him, but he was too strong and tickled you until you apologized to him. After the apology, you both continued dancing until the clouds were darkening the sky and small light rays lit through them.

When you saw the sky, you both decided to go back. George picked up his phone, stuck it into his jeans pocket, and tangled your hands with his. You were walking and telling jokes to each other. 

As you were in front of the house, you said hi to your family and stood in front of the sidewalk with the railing and the fairy lights over it. George had pulled you into him, your hand on his waist and his over your shoulder to keep you close.

Both of you were talking and hugging as you looked at the sunset. He was talking about the race, while you listened to his talk, admiring his smile as he talked about the sport, he was so passionate about.

You were also talking about your job and the things you did there. George listened and smiled too. He was mesmerized by how cute you looked while talking about things.

For george, you were the prettiest, smartest and funniest person on this earth. He loved that you were open to anything and to always try things that you weren't totally comforatble with.

George loved you to the moon and start. He loved you until the end of this world. He would do anything for you if you asked him to. If you are happy, he is happy.

You both didn't realize that your brother was standing behind you guys, taking pictures of you both, hugging, smiling and talking. You heard a ping coming from george phone, so you pulled away, so you could see what it was.

He opened the message from your brother, which was a picture of you two hugging each other. The picture of the two of you was captioned with the sentence, 'You two are being too cute for this world.'

You looked behind you to see if your brother was still there, but he was going inside to give you some privacy. In the meantime, george posted the picture of you two on Instagram.

Then you looked back at him, to look at the photo, and then george put it back into his pocket. He pulled you closer to him and continued hugging you. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and looked at the sunset with you in his arms. He was content with you in his arms.

Just being in your own bubble, that no one could ever burst.

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georgerussell63 Spanish sunset with my señorita

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yourusername love you more than anything, mi amor.

georgerussell63 love you, my señorita.

user George is the type of guy to go "oh c'mere you."

lewishmamilton you are such a simp.

yourusername he is.

georgerussell63 i'm not!

alex_albon he is. George always talks about y/n.

georgerussell63 i do not.

yourusername you are a simp, baby.

user how are your captions always so goofy.

susie_wolff you two are just the cutest.

user i don't know if i want to be george or y/n.

user i love how y/n, george, alex and kewis are talking about how george is a simp for y/n.

[celsblondy]

percy jackson one shot

percy jackson x oc fem

one shot escrito por celes. basado en los libros, antes de "El último héroe del Olimpo"

Lara jamás entendió que era lo que tenía tan ocupado a su vecino.

Conocía a Percy Jackson desde que se lo cruzó en las escaleras en sus primeros días de mudanza. Era un niño muy extraño, porque vivía viendo cosas que no existían, y aunque para Lara era bastante cool pensar que existían animales fantásticos volando por los edificios de Nueva York, nada de eso resultaba cierto cuando llegaba a su casa y veía que la realidad era solo una marca de pintura, no había magia ni cosas de los cuentos. Lara no era una princesa o reina, no tenía caballeros a su mando o no tenía que salvar al mundo como Spider-Man... Ella era solo una mortal y siempre iba a ser así. Percy Jackson era el chico que le hacía pensar que podría imaginar algún día cumplir sus fantasías más locas, y muchas veces ella lo ayudó a escapar del apestoso Gabe, el padrastro horrible de Percy que parecía disfrutar de ver infelices a su esposa y a su hijastro.

Cuando Percy la abandonó por irse a Yancy, dejó de tener esa niñez al lado de Percy. Cuando él volvió, ella lo encontró en el mismo camino que la primera vez que lo vio, y le sonrió con menos energía que su primera vez. Y cuando Percy se libró de la horrible relación abusiva de Gabe siendo una mierda con él y su madre, ella lo recibió con un abrazo aunque... Algo había cambiado en él.

━ Estoy en un campamento. ━ así le dijo en una de sus charlas nocturnas y diurnas.

Lara y Percy se hablaban de día en el pequeño balcón del hogar de ella y en la noche estaban en el de Percy. Era un ritual bastante tonto y hasta cliché para ambos, digno de una película romántica cuando estaba en su época dorada, pero ellos lo repetían para saludarse apenas empezaba el día y para despedirse antes de dormir. Él le hablaba de su campamento, de cómo tenía más amigos y hasta un medio hermano por parte de su padre (el que había desaparecido en la vida de Percy), y ya no había historias con monstruos, sueños raros o un mundo más allá de la realidad lógica y normal... Ahora las cosas, las charlas iban a un ritmo normal, uno donde Percy se abría al mundo y tenía nuevos vínculos, un brillo en sus ojos de sentirse aceptado pero también un peso en sus hombros que Lara desconocía cual era. Ella lo escuchaba con tanta atención cada mañana y noche, y cuando le tocaba hablar podía sentir como Percy memorizaba cada palabra que salía de su boca aunque ella aseguraba siempre que su vida no era tan loca más que lo típico en la vida de un niño volviéndose adolescente.

━ He pensado en el futuro y en lo que quiero estudiar. ━ Percy frunció el ceño esa vez que la escucho.

━ Yo no he pensado en eso todavía... ━ murmuró pensativo, recibió en sus manos el vaso de gaseosa que Lara trajo de la cocina de Percy.

━ Yo soy ansiosa, Percy ━ se encogió de hombros ━ . No sientas que debes pensar en tu futuro, aún nos falta mucho por delante.

Recuerda tan bien como Percy trago saliva ante esa mención, como miro el paisaje de Nueva York con su urbanización y como esos ojos verde mar quisieron decirle algo más, unas palabras trabadas en su corazón y lengua, y eso no lo dejo de taladrar en la cabeza.

━ ¿Y qué quieres ser de grande? ━ desvío su atención, noto que solo buscaba seguir la charla por un enfoque fuera de él.

Lara suspiro con pesar esa noche, tomó en sus manos el vaso después que Percy tomará, dio un trago un poco largo y luego apoyó lentamente su cabeza en el hombro del muchacho.

━ Quiero trabajar en la historia ━ río leve ━. Me gusta la paleontología, y quiero saber al respecto, o estar en los museos... Me encanta la historia, descubriendo nuevas cosas y entender el mundo como un cuento de muerte, nacimientos, amores, traiciones, me entiendes ¿no? ━ su amigo sonrió de lado, le vino un escalofrío cuando el brazo de Percy se movió hasta abrazar sus hombros.

━ Vas a ser la mejor historiadora, paleontóloga o lo que sea ━ aseguró con dulzura, sin dejar de ver el paisaje de Nueva York ━ . Yo te voy a apoyar en todo lo que quieras. ━ Lara hizo un pequeño puchero antes de verlo por completo a Percy, sintiendo una caricia al alma y un apoyo incondicional de parte de su vecino y amigo.

━ ¿En todo? ━ él asintió ━ ¿hasta si quiero vender panchos en la esquina?

━ Yo te compraría todos los días.

━ ¿Y si no quiero estudiar y solo quiero hacer canjes como influencer? ━ Percy río.

━ Yo sería tu mayor fan y buscaría hacerte promoción para que todos te conozcan. ━ Lara puso los ojos en blanco y le dio un pequeño codazo amistoso.

━ Pero no usas teléfono, idiota. ━ Percy se encogió de hombros antes de contraatacar el codazo con un abrazo, rodeando el cuerpo de Lara y sintiendo su mejilla apoyada en su pecho.

━ ¿Y? Me compraría uno. ━ ambos rieron, aunque Percy sabía que era capaz de hacerlo (siendo que eso podría ponerlo en riesgo).

Lara siempre recordaría esa noche donde Percy le hizo saber que estaría para ella en las desgracias, en las alegrías, en los errores y hasta en los momentos más aburridos de su vida. Esa noche su amigo beso su mejilla, le susurro un "te quiero, tonta" y miraron los edificios abrazados; mientras Sally Jackson miraba la escena entre preocupada por su hijo (ya saben, es un mestizo, tranquilamente le podría caer un monstruo de la nada) y encantada de la escena, porque Percy estaba en su lugar favorito: en donde sea que estuviera Lara.

El tiempo pasa, Percy se volvió más raro y ocupado que lo normal, porque Lara conocía que había algo que Jackson le ocultaba. No solo parecía vivir en ese campamento, sino que tenía momentos donde ella quedaba de "¿que te pasa, loco de mierda?" y un ejemplo era cuando jugaron tutti-frutti, había visto que su amigo tenía una lapicera a mano, se la arrebató de las manos en juego diciendo que ella usaría esa pero Percy se puso tan pálido que la asustó, le sacó la lapicera y aunque se vio normal (sacando esos segundo donde quedó pálido), no la miraba a los ojos y desviaba el tema mucho, rarísimo. Eso que en el medio parecía que las expulsiones de Percy en las escuelas que iban aumentaban, aún recuerda el incendio que supuestamente él provocó, o cuando Sally se hizo conocida por la estatua de piedra que le resultaba familiar... En serio, ella veía algo raro.

Pero jamás obtuvo respuestas, porque Percy Jackson no quería darlas y eso fue el colmo de Lara. ¿Qué estaba pasando? ¿Por que se lo ocultaba a ella? ¿Era demasiado secreto o no confiaba en la mismísima Lara, la chica por la quiero él dijo que apoyaría en todo y la quería?

Y cuando Lara no se presentó dos días seguidos a sus charlas matutinas de día y noche, Percy se preocupó. A este punto de la historia, Lara estaba bastante desconfiada de Jackson, y el colmo fue ver que Percy iba a una nueva escuela con una chica llamada Rachel que parecía saber más que ella. Siempre recordó cuando la conoció porque Percy se la presentó, a Lara le cayó súper bien pero Rachel en momentos tiró ciertas cosas que no entendió, chistes internos que Rachel pensó que Lara sabía pero no... Lara no sabía nada y esa chica sí, ¿por qué? Repito, ¿qué estaba pasando?

━ Lara. ━ ella estaba sentada en el balcón de su casa, el atardecer iluminaba Nueva York aunque no era tan atractivo de ver, era un atardecer ordinario.

━ ¿Por qué estás aquí? ¿Quién te dejó? ━ el tono frío provocó un golpe al corazoncito de Percy.

━ Tu mamá ━ contesto con temor en su tono, como si pensara que cada palabra que saliera de su boca iba a provocar las cosas para mal ━ . Lara, ¿qué pasó? ━ siguiendo con ese miedo, Percy camino con lentitud hasta ella y se sentó a su lado.

Lara miraba fijo un punto que no fuese Percy, su cabello semirecogido con el característico frizz del que tanto ella se quejaba. No tenía maquillaje porque su humor estaba tan abajo que perjudicaba su rutina de maquillarse para ser una chica feliz de la vida. El muchacho observaba el perfil de la joven que no se dignaba a decir algo, y no la presionó porque tarde o temprano Lara hablaría, o al menos le daría una mirada con sus ojos oscuros y en sus sueños esperaba una sonrisa ladeada de su parte.

En cambio, ella tiró la bomba.

━ ¿Que pasa? ━ repitió la pregunta ━ . Creo que pasan muchas cosas y esa cosa pasa entre nosotros, Perseo. ━ los ojos verde mar se confundieron, las palabras de Lara fueron como una ráfaga violenta e inesperada de viento que chocaba con el mar, provocando pequeñas olas que desestabilizaba al capitán de su humilde barco.

━ ¿A qué te refieres?

━ Hay algo que me ocultas, lo sé ━ Percy desvío la mirada, miro el suelo que estaba a metros de ellos y trago saliva nervioso ━ . Hace tiempo que lo he notado, pero pensé que era porque tenias una nueva forma de vida en ese campamento y actividades que te tenían lejos, pero yo no puedo seguir así. Me siento en la deriva sin saber que te pasa, sin entender a qué se refería Rachel cuando dijo que ella golpeó a alguien con un cepillo de pelo, o porque tienes pequeñas marcas en ti como si te hubieras peleado a muerte con alguien... Dios, hasta ese mechón de pelo, las desapariciones constantes que haces cuando caminamos juntos por la calle o las grandes sospechas de tus expulsiones, la aventura que tuviste a los 12 años y... ¡No lo se! Hay tantas cosas, hay sensaciones que me dicen que hay algo que no me cuentas y me duele.

━ No quiero lastimarte, jamás querría hacerte eso, Lara. ━ la seguridad en la voz de Percy si la tomó desprevenida, más cuando antes habló miedoso y poco.

━ Pero me duele porque siento que algo no estoy bien ━ reconoció ella y por fin se dignó a mirarlo ━ . No se si quieres decírmelo, porque no me dices nada y no se nada, solo es mi mente la que trabaja teorías desde que tenemos 12 años ━ susurro agachando la cabeza ━ . Estoy cansada, no se si soy de tu confianza a este punto, o si es importante no contármelo... Solo quiero saber porque no me cuentas, quiero frenar estos pensamientos y solo puedo si me ayudas.

Percy pensó en lo que diría, carraspeo su garganta y sus dedos cosquilleaban por tocar la mano de Lara, para mostrarle que estaba para ella y la quería. ¿Cómo le mostraría lo mucho que la apreciaba? ¿Cómo le diría lo que genuinamente había ocultado de ella y de todos, menos de Grover? Porque Percy era una caja de secretos desde que su padre hizo presencia, desde que se enteró que era el hijo del Dios Poseidón y que tenía una profecía detrás con el peso suficiente para arruinar o salvar el Olimpo y el mundo entero. Era un semidiós, y la chica que era su cable a tierra era Lara, una simple mortal que no podía ver a través de la niebla, y por eso jamás conocería el mundo al que Percy había entrado desde sus 12 años. Era una mierda, una real mierda, ¿pero saben por qué era una mierda más mierda?

━ Odio que me conozcas y seas inteligente ━ bromeó en un intento torpe de sacarse los nervios ━ . Me equivoqué, pensé que podría ocultar esto pero veo que no ━ chasqueo la lengua con frustración pero algo de él estaba ¿aliviado? ━ . Desde que voy al campamento las cosas cambiaron, y yo cambié.

━ Si, ya lo se. ━ Percy sonrió de lado y asintió repetidas veces.

━ Me dieron una responsabilidad, una inesperada, y la estoy cumpliendo como puedo, aunque también luchó contra las consecuencias ━ la miró de reojo, a sus ojos que seguían mirándolo ━ . Mi padre está presente y tengo un labor nuevo, es algo que dudo que muchos entiendan porque no está bien poner tanto peso en los hombros de un niño ━ dijo y rodó los ojos sonriendo burlón, una burla a su propia situación ━ . No puedo decirte mucho, porque deberías verlo y dudo que se pueda, pero estoy bien y te prometo que no es tan grave.

━ ¿Tan grave? Percy, por favor yo... ━ Lara pasó la mano por sus mechones más cortos y los paso atrás de su oreja ━ ¿estás en una mafia o algo así? ━ a Jackson se le escapó una risa bastante fuerza, producto de una impulsividad.

━ Me gustaría decir que si, pero no ━ confesó después de reír ━ . En serio, Lara, no puedo decírtelo así nomas si no lo ves primero, no me creerías.

━ ¿Por qué? Sabes que yo confío en ti, yo te creo hasta en las cosas más ilógicas. ━ Percy surco una sonrisa, sus labios se apretaron bastante. Solo escuchar eso lo hizo sonreír encantado.

━ Como yo en cualquier cosa que me digas ━ la miro, Lara tenía ambas manos en sus rodillas mientras esperaba más respuestas y Percy apoyo una de sus propias manos arriba de las de ella ━ . Te adoro tanto, te adoro como no tienes idea y como ni yo mismo tengo idea.

Bien, Lara parpadeo un par de veces como si fuera un sueño lo que salieron de los labios de Percy.

━ Te lo mostraré, intentaré hacerlo si eso quieres ━ por dentro, Percy tenía un debate sobre eso ━ . Perdón, Lara, perdón por haberte lastimado aunque jamás fue la intención, solo no lo decía por lo loco que era y porque... ━ Percy mismo se interrumpió, cerró su boca y se puso nervioso, se notaba en como sus dedos se movieron inquietos arriba de la mano de ella, y como su pecho subió y bajó con rapidez.

━ ¿Por qué? ¿Percy? ━ él conectó con su mirada, tomó la valentía que tenía cuando se lanzaba a pelear con monstruos inmortales o cuando hasta se mandó a pelear con el mismísimo Dios de la guerra.

━ Por que eres mi luz ━ soltó y Lara abrió sus ojos de más ━ , siempre fuiste un pilar en mi vida y corazón. No se si tendré un gran futuro, pero siempre he pensado que un futuro de solo saber que puedo verte al menos ser feliz o ser la chica asombrosa que eres... Es un gran futuro, porque creo que eres mi futuro si eso es lo que deseas ━ agachó la cabeza, sintiendo las mejillas ponerse calientes ━ . Mi vida dio un giro que no esperaba, y tengo miedo que algún día está nueva vida pueda ponerte mal a ti, aunque una parte de mi desea que conozcas todo... Desde lo más ordinario hasta lo más vergonzoso, es como si tuvieras ganas de desnudar mi alma, mis sentimientos y mi vida entera ante ti ━ río más avergonzado pero se cortó cuando la mano de Lara se corrió de la suya para entrelazar sus dedos ━ . ¿Lara? ━ alzó la vista para encontrar como ella brillaba de solo escucharlo.

━ ¿Soy yo o...? ━ ella sonrió cuando él asintió e imitó la sonrisa.

━ Estoy perdido por ti, Lara ━ tomó saliva y trago, con un peso en su corazón que lo mantenía hace tiempo muy pensativo.

Si él jamás lo decía, si él nunca proclamaba su amor ¿qué pasaría? Era consciente que podía morir cuando iba a las misiones, peleaba con malditos monstruos y un fucking Titán amenazaba con arruinar la vida que conocemos. ¿Y si moría sin haberle dicho a Lara su enamoramiento, que venía conteniendo hace más de 1 año?

━ Lara, ahora que lo dije, quiero que entiendas cuanto me importas y...

Lara pocas veces era tan buena hablando, porque muchas veces no podía decir de la manera correcta lo que pensaba. Ella era las acciones y cuando el tacto de su mano contra su nuca lo estiró hacia ella... Por los dioses, Percy Jackson creyó conocer lo que tanto volvía locos a los protagonistas de películas románticas. Porque el beso que Lara le dio, a modo de respuesta, fue más que una simple unión de labios.

Era una ola de mar chocando contra su cuerpo, una vibración en su cuerpo que gritaba de alegría por sentir que esto estaba pasando. Jamás supo cómo se sentiría su primer beso, no era algo que pensaba, pero si llegaba a imaginarlo no era nada cercano a lo que genuinamente se sentía besar a la chica que le gustaba, que lo tenía perdido en emociones fuertes y en felicidad constante.

¿Era absurdo pensar en lo mucho que quería a Lara siendo un simple muchacho? ¿Acaso era demasiado joven para usar la palabra que empezaba con A o pensar en el verdadero amor? Percy no lo sabía, solo sabía que le gustaba Lara y cuando se confesó quería que ella se sintiera halagada, encantada, apreciada por él porque en serio lo hacía. Todo era real.

━ ¿Eso nos vuelve novio como en las películas? ━ bromeó Percy al separarse, aun apreciando las caricias de Lara en su nuca y su aliento chocar con el suyo.

━ No lo se, ¿que ocultas, Jackson? ━ fue en un tono burlón, uno que le trajo a la realidad a Percy.

━ Bueno, te podría decir un pequeño spoiler, para que te des una idea... ━ ella se enderezó, sin dejar de sentir su nuca en su mano ━ ¿qué te parece ser la Mary Jane de un Spider-Man?

━ ¿Que? ━ dicho eso, Lara rompió en carcajadas sin entender mientras Percy apreciaba ver la felicidad de esa chica que solo no vio contenta por 2 días.

Sin querer, Percy se había vuelto el Peter Parker de Lara y ella era su MJ. Porque creeme que Lara nunca había entendido lo que tenía ocupado a su vecino, hasta que se dio cuenta que Perseo Jackson era una especie de Harry Potter griego y había un maldito mundo oculto detrás de esto.

Pero cómo una vez la Madre Teresa de Calcuta dijo “Para que el amor sea verdadero, nos debe costar. Nos debe doler. Nos debe vaciar de nosotros mismos.” y créanme que Percy Jackson lo entendió, tanto que hasta ardió en su piel y corazón.

Porque la amada Lara que acompañamos en un incertidumbre no era la Mary Jane de Peter, era la Gwen Stacy que se despidió de su amado cuando menos se lo esperaba. Y Percy sintió el mundo caer cuando el mundo divino cobró en su contra.

Porque nada dolía más que llevarle rosas blancas al sueño eterno de tu perdición, tu amada y tu gran primer amor.

Descansa para siempre, Lara. Percy nunca dejará que tu nombre muera olvidado…

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Another question, hehe yes it's me again 😅 To specify the scene, what do you think would have happened and how would the story between Ámbar and Simón have unfolded if Benicio had not appeared here? ( i mean episode 10 in the third series)

I actually wrote a whole oneshot about this, which I was going to refer you to, but then I read it and I realized it's cringy as hell and I need to re-write it, so don't read it kjsdnf.

What could've happened? Well, if Benicio didn't show up, they definitely would've kissed, and then maybe Juliana could've shown up instead, like I wrote in my oneshot. If not that, well, they would've have to stop kissing at some point either way and face the music.

I imagine they would move a little away from each other and look around self-consciously once they realize what they had just done in such a public place.

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Simón cleared his throat, still looking away from her. "It seems like Benicio is still missing, so we can stop the rehearsal, right?" He said quickly.

Ámbar was looking at him and she couldn't stop the ironic humor from pouring out. "You're gonna call that a rehearsal? Because I don't remember there being any kiss in the choreography, let me tell you." Her lips were still tingling; she did not imagine that.

Simón kept his head low as he skated back to the bleachers. Ámbar followed after him, watching as he sat as if to take off his skates.

"Hi, sorry to insist," she told him more harshly this time, in opposition to her words, "I know you want to go and all, but it seems to me like it's been proven very clearly that it doesn't bother you to skate with me, nor do other stuff with me, and I've got plenty of witnesses," she gestured around, "in case you want to ask them."

Simón finally desisted in taking off his skates and instead got up once more, standing in front of her.

"Make fun of me all you want but what happened there was about us two, not just me."

"I'm not making fun--"

He scoffed and looked away. "Yeah, right."

"I'm not making fun of you, but could you please-" she grabbed his chin and made him look at her "-look me in the eye and face that it happened? Don't just ignore me."

Simón searched her face moment. "Okay." The look on his face settled on something kind of like a dare, but with the complete confidence that he already knew the outcome. "Okay, you wanna talk about feelings? I'm listening." He crossed his arms in front of his chest and waited.

Ámbar's brows raised up high and she huffed out a laugh. "'Feelings'? You mean the feelings you have towards me, I imagine. Feel free to admit to them whenever you want."

"And you feel nothing towards me," he said like a question.

Ámbar shrugged, her thumbs tucked inside her back pockets in the perfect image of nonchalance. "I mean, not nothing nothing, obviously. I've never denied that I'm somewhat interested in you."

Simón's face was never really open but it was completely closed off now.

He nodded slowly to himself. "Right." He moved a little closer. "Look, how about this?" He proposed. "I'm going to get back to work, and whenever you feel like admitting anything, you can go and look for me, okay?"

He turned around and left before she could say another word.

Ámbar deflated and rolled her eyes before returning to the rink.

...It seemed like she would have to drop her act if she wanted to get anywhere with Simón.

She just wasn't sure if it was worth it, yet.

-------I'll leave the dialogue in Spanish here too just because------

"Parece que Benicio sigue sin aparecer, así que podemos dejar el ensayo, ¿no?"

"¿'Ensayo' le vas a llamar a eso? Perdonáme pero que yo recuerde no había ningún beso en la coreografía."

*Simón se va a los asientos a sacarse los patines*

"Perdón que te insista, sé que te querés ir y todo, pero me parece que quedó bastante claro que no te molesta patinar conmigo, o hacer otras conmigo, y tengo varios testigos, por si les querés preguntar."

"Búrlate todo lo que quieras pero lo que pasó ahí fue cosa de los dos, no solo de mí."

"No me estoy burlando--"

Él bufó. "Sí, claro--"

"No me estoy burlando pero ¿me podés mirar a los ojos por favor y afrontar que pasó? No me ignorés así."

"...Okay. Okay, ¿quieres hablar sentimientos? Te escucho."

Ella expulsó una risa y levantó las cejas. "¿Sentimientos? Los sentimientos que vos tenés por mí, querrás decir. Lo podés admitir cuando quieras."

"Y tú no sientes nada por mí" lo dijo como si fuera una pregunta.

She shrugged, her thumbs in her back pockets in the stark image of nonchalance. "O sea, nada de nada no, obviamente. Nunca he ocultado que algo me interesás."

Él asintió para sí mismo. "Claro." "Mira, ¿qué te parece esto? Yo voy a volver a trabajar, y cuando sea que tú quieras admitir algo, vas y buscas, ¿órale?"

[exielimon]

Guess who said was not a writer and proceeded to write another thing?? that’s right, me. So, this is-

Forest song

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The night was chill and the air felt cozy, I was with the chain sitting around the fire and telling curious facts about ourselves.

“Seriously? call Epona, with grass??” The vet deadpanned to the sentence Twilight had said.

“If we were in my Hyrule I could show ya!” Twilight defends while Epona, behind him, flicks her ears at the mention of her name.

“Does it have to do with that instrument you hang around your neck?” Wind asks curiously, slightly looking up from the second bowl of soup he has taken tonight.

“Yeah, kinda”

“You can actually call her by many methods, I, for example, could play the same song with an ocarina” Time proudly states.

“Still, grass is not exactly what is expected to be included in the ‘many methods’ of calling a horse” I defend Twilight’s curious fact about himself.

“I can get the notes on a recorder. Play the song and I’ll repeat it” The traveller says suddenly taking out a wooden recorder flute from his way-larger-inside-than-it-looks-outside pocket.

“Oh- no, I can’t do that, that’ll alert m’ girl, and she’s so relaxed right now, I don’ wanna wake ‘er up” Twilight says glancing over his shoulder to Epona, peacefully resting against a tree.

“Awh, kinda wanted to learn the song” The traveller pouts, lowering the recorder and putting it aside to take another sip of his soup.

I look at the wooden object and something passes through my mind; a memory of myself playing Zelda’s Lullaby with a beige recorder flute a few weeks before getting tossed in this adventure with these nine heroes. What were the notes again? Fa, La, Mi… Fa, La, Mi… oh yeah, I remember the melody, I remember song of storms and song of healing too… damn I miss my flute… wait… “Hey, ‘Rules, do you mind if I try your flute??”

“hm? You know how to play it?” He passes it over to me and the rest of the group’s eyes land on me, which I don’t realize, for I’m too focused in my excitement, it’s been a while since I played my instruments…

I take the instrument up near my lips and stop to think what I was about to play, I know quite a bunch of songs, what can be good for this occasion?

.

..

…

The air whispers and makes the leaves dance above my head, there is a faint mist that swirls and hums a melody that is not comprehensible yet not less calming… reminds me of…

Lost woods.

So that’s What I start playing. Saria’s song; the melody that can be heard in the misty forest Time grew up in, the song that the skull kid played when Twilight arrived to get the Master Sword during his journey.

My fingers move, making different melodic sounds with ease as I close my eyes and feel like I’m back home, annoying my mother with the same song time and time again. Once I finish the song I open my eyes and chuckle at the memory.

“How do you know that song?”

I flinch at the sudden Time’s firm, deep voice, that one that people use when they’re confused and will end up in a negative reaction.

I let out a quite nervous chuckle and begin “Uh- well… history says an old hero used to play that song when he missed a certain person… it’s said that one can still go to Lost Woods and will hear the soft notes of an ocarina playing that song, along with a childish laughter, in certain place… I don’t know which, though…” That was the longest lie I’ve ever made up.

Damn I wish I could tell them the truth, but the idea of them starting to question their existence for being just game characters for me… yeah, I wouldn’t like that reaction.

Time smiles softly and lets out a calming huff through his nose —Dad Time was tense, glad he relaxed— “A good friend wrote it… along my fist journey, I could play it and I would feel like i could hear her voice…”

“Oh… that why is called ‘Saria’s song’?” time to play dumb.

“…Yes.” His face is not one hurt, nor of loss… but nostalgic. Ouch, sorry.

“Wait- a skull kid played it whenever I entered the sacred grove that guarded the master sword,” Twilight started “that lil’ brat attacked me with marionettes”

“Wait wait wait- a skull kid played it?? THAT skull kid is still alive in your era?!” Time exclaimed… the others are missing the way a faint smile is twitching on his lips…

“YOU KNOW HIM?!”

[weirdestbooks]

La Colonia de España (Wattpad | Ao3 | CH HHM Oneshots)

Dominican Republic was so mad. She was furious and couldn’t believe that Pedro Santana had done this. After everything, after all it took to get her independence from Haiti, to restore her country, he did this to her? Sold her away to their original colonizer?

She was so angry.

She knew they had been having economic issues since her war of independence, but this wasn’t the right way to go about fixing things.

It couldn’t be.

But there was nothing she could do. When she tried to protest it, she was called hysterical and put on house arrest as Pedro Santana put together a bunch of attendants to “teach her what she needed to know as a Spanish Colony.”

Dominican Republic hated it. She didn’t fight for her own independence to be subjected like this, to be dressed up like a pretty little doll for the Kingdom of Spain and Spanish Empire.

She was her own country.

So when the day finally came that she was to meet Spanish Empire, Dominican Republic was ordered to stay in her room, to sit still as she was dressed in a far too fancy dress and prepped like she was a gift to be given to the Spanish Empire.

In a way, she guessed she was.

Dominican Republic nervously scratched at the back of her hand as she waited for the empire to come and collect her, to drag her away from her home and people to be under his command. 

When Spanish Empire entered the room, he entered with a great deal of pomp and confidence. 

“Ah, mi colonia, so wonderful to see you. I am so happy you and your people have come to your senses. I cannot wait until the rest of my colonies do, and our family can be reunited once more,” he said, not even looking at her, just past her to the window. Dominican Republic hated him. She hated the disregard he had for her, the fact that he did not even realize she and her people didn’t like him or this idea.

“Are you sure their people will want to do that?” Dominican Republic asked. Spanish Empire finally turned to face her, gasping a little as he did so. “What?” 

“You look so much like Santo Domingo did,” Spanish Empire said, something soft in his eyes. “I suppose it is fitting that you will now take her name.”

“Take her name? But…I mean, I know I will not be a republic anymore, but can I not keep Dominican as my name?” Dominican Republic asked. Spanish Empire laughed.

“Of course not, chica. You’re my colony now, and therefore, the original and proper name of this island will be restored to it,” Spanish Empire said, placing a possessive hand on Dominican Republic’s shoulder and guiding her out of the room.

“Oh, okay,” Domini—Santo Domingo said, nervously twiddling her thumbs.

“Your brother, the kingdom, will be happy to see you,” Spanish Empire said.

“Brother?” Santo Domingo asked.

“Yes, yes, the Kingdom of Spain, as I am your father now,” Spanish Empire said. Santo Domingo shrunk in on herself.

“Oh…I didn’t realize…” she said. She didn’t realize that this meant she was being adopted.

“Of course you are! Since that Haití killed the son of the first Santo Domingo, and you are his child, you have lost your proper bloodline. I am going to make you my child and return you to the proper bloodline, just like I am returning you to the empire. You will be at peace and happy.” Spanish Empire said.

He seemed…softer when he spoke. He walked with pomp and the egotistical confidence of an empire, but he spoke like a man, like a human, with care and kindness and a sense of loss. 

It wouldn’t bring Santo Domingo to his side. But…she thought she understood him better.

“My people do not want to give up their independence so soon after winning it,” Santo Domingo tried to explain, hoping the empire would understand.

“Of course they do! Everything is better under my flag. You do not need to make up excuses for the rebels that are coming. I know you probably care about them. But I will still have to deal with them via proper means. It will be okay,” he said, causing Santo Domingo to grit her teeth in frustration.

“But—”

“Silencio, leonita. It is time for you to get your new flag. I am…I am so excited to see the flag of Santo Domingo again. Your sister…your sister would be so happy,” Spanish Empire said, guiding her to the flagpole, where they were surrounded by his soldiers. Foreign troops meant to keep her under his control.

“I’m sure she would,” an unfamiliar voice from behind them said. Spanish Empire brightened, turning around and bringing Santo Domingo with him. It was a countryperson who had spoken, another colony of the Spanish Empire. His head was bowed towards Spanish Empire, and Santo Domingo felt her suppressed anger rise, hoping she would not have to do the same.

“Puerto Rico! Leonita, I forgot to mention that your brother and nephew were going to be here. This is Puerto Rico, your brother,” Spanish Empire said, pushing Santo Domingo towards the shorter colony. His face held the dulled flag of the Spanish Empire. Santo Domingo wondered if her’s was about to hold the same.

“Hello, Sister, Father. It is so wonderful that you have rejoined us,” Puerto Rico said. Something about his voice felt fake as if he did not believe what he said. Santo Domingo wondered if she had found an ally.

But it was hard to tell. Puerto Rico’s face remained cheerful, and he always showed submissiveness to his empire, always bowing his head slightly while talking to his father.

Then again, she wasn’t an expert on healthy relationships with fathers.

“And where is Cuba?” Spanish Empire asked. 

“He is coming, Father. He is just ensuring that his volunteer divisions are all in order. He and I both want to see this go off perfectly,” Puerto Rico said with a submissive bow of his head.

Santo Domingo hoped that she would not be expected to do the same.

“Ah, good, good. Shall we wait, then?” Spanish Empire asked.

“Whatever you think is best, Father,” Puerto Rico said, pleasant smile never leaving his face. Spanish Empire hummed.

“Fetch your nephew. I want all of our family here to be present for this,” he said. Puerto Rico nodded and quickly walked away.

“He’s…nice,” Santo Domingo said. Spanish Empire nodded.

“He is very kind. And very reliable,” he said before they fell into an uncomfortable silence. It remained that way until Puerto Rico returned with a taller Spanish colony, who bowed his head at Spanish Empire upon arrival.

“I am sorry for being late, Grandfather, Aunt Santo Domingo,” the colony—who must be Cuba—said.

“It is not a problem. We can begin now!” Spanish Empire then announced. Santo Domingo bowed her head, staring at her feet as she did her best to ignore her independence slipping away, weakening her as invisible chains seemed to clamp to her wrists, binding her to the empire beside her.

Her brain became foggy, and she felt Spanish Empire wrap his arms around her, keeping her in place. She was suddenly so tired, so numb. What was happening?

“Shhh, mijita. It’s just our león from your new flag. You will be okay,” Spanish Empire said, running a gentle hand through her hair. 

“It will be over soon,” Puerto Rico whispered. “Just give in, and it’ll be over with.”

Santo Domingo listened and let the exhaustion overwhelm her, sinking into a comfortable blanket of fog.

[iwaoiness]

Interview

—; the eyes chico they never lie

One point. The Argentine men's volleyball team is one point away from achieving victory and crowning themselves as the best team in the Volleyball National League, and this time, the serve is for Oikawa Tooru. He bounces the ball against the ground, waiting for the referee's whistle, with all eyes on him. Argentina holds its breath while Japan prays to all the deities, the two countries tense in their seats under an eerie silence. Behind the net, the Japanese players prepare themselves, Kageyama, Hyakuzawa and Bokuto scattered, leaving Hinata and Sakusa covering most of the court, completely focused despite the sweat dripping from their foreheads, their legs stiff, and their forearms sore after five full sets.

Nobody wants to lose.

But victory belongs to the six strongest, to those who remain standing on the court. And Tooru knows they are, and he wants to win, he wants this to be his farewell gift to a country that has made him grow and reach such heights.

The arbitrator's whistle reverberates, and Oikawa takes a deep breath, stopping the rebound of the ball and spinning it in his hands, which are hot and stinging with pain, but determined to score that damn point. His eyes darken, clouded with that state of deadly concentration that Iwaizumi, from the journalists' area, knows better than anyone, with his heart in his throat and his leg bouncing restlessly in his seat.

Tooru's lips rise in a hungry smile and the ball is lifted into the air. With five long strides, a great momentum, and the weapon he has for an arm, he leaps. He leaps high and Hajime's emerald eyes mistake him for a second for an avenging angel just as his hand hits the ball with full force. The ball slices through the air, passing over the net full of power, passion and the unwavering desire to win, reaching the opponent's area in a heartbeat, sticking in the ground like a powerful arrow between Hinata and Sakusa. Both of them blink, barely able to react in time before the ball bounces out of the area.

There is a red flag dropping down and a whistle declaring the end of the match.

Argentina 18, Japan 16.

The stadium vibrates and explodes in shouts of jubilation and euphoria, the stands occupied by the Argentinians shake.

Argentina wins.

“LA CONCHA DE TU MADRE, TOTO!”

The Argentine team, coaches and trainer included, also shout enthusiastically amidst the din and run towards their setter. Some of them shedding tears of joy and others in their ecstasy of happiness, but all of them rushing at Oikawa, making him squeal as they collapse to the ground while, behind the net, a defeated Japan falls in front of the victor.

Oikawa laughs, laughter welling up from his soul, and soon, his moist eyes dart euphorically towards the journalistic area, where Iwaizumi stands, clapping towards him, beaming, smiling and proud, very proud.

"And so, Argentina becomes the best team after a tough and incredible battle against Japan, who also didn't make it easy for them for the whole five sets." Hajime, ten minutes later, with impeccable professionalism and the microphone within an inch of his mouth, briefly summarises the match in front of the live streaming camera.

At his side, smiling, with the Argentinean flag draped over his strong back and the Japanese flag tied around his waist, Oikawa waits patiently for him to finish speaking before being interviewed, watching Hajime closely because he is so, so handsome and he can't —and doesn't want— take his eyes off that sharp profile, nor stop being fascinated by the way his lips move as he speaks or the way his Adam's apple rises and falls. 

"We have the setter of the Argentinian team, today's star player who has led them to victory, Oikawa Tooru." He leaves the planet Jupitiwachan when Hajime turns to him  and the camera zooms out a little, framing them in the same shot. "First, congratulations on a great match today," Tooru's smile lengthens, his big eyes sparkle and his heart melts when Iwaizumi mirrors his same smile. "Before we get into more technical aspects, tell us, how do you feel now after getting the winning serve?"

Oikawa feels so much that he doesn't know where to start or how to explain it in any of the three languages he speaks. He is proud of what he has achieved here and now, he is happy because all the sacrifice was really worth it, he is nostalgic because he would also have liked to share this taste of victory at nationals with the team that always trusted him, he is euphoric because he finally saw Ushiwaka and Tobio-chan kneeling on the floor (although Ushiwaka actually knelt down to tie his damn shoelaces).

But most of all, he's happy, like really happy, because Iwa-chan has been there. He always has been. From his first word and —he hopes— even his last.

"I feel... incredible, on top of the world. And so proud of myself." He replies, voice calm as undisturbed water and sincerity soaking every word. Oikawa is proud of himself, and sometimes he would like to hug his younger self and tell him that he is an extraordinary player, that he will have to sacrifice a lot to prove it, but that it will be worth it. Tell him too that it's okay if talented people exist, and the trick to being able to endure frustration is to beat all the people who belittle effort until they break.

And to trust. Trust that the right people will come along, trust that you can't fight alone, you need a team by your side.

"And, well” Oikawa continues “my serve won the match, but it was the whole team that made it happen.” He bows his head slightly, his caramel eyes losing themselves in the green forest of Iwaizumi's eyes, his sly smile putting him on alert. "Someone very important to me taught me years ago that there are six players on the court and the team with the best six is the strongest." He quotes, causing the journalist to take a sharp breath, his cheeks reddening thinly.

Hajime wants to hit him, with kisses or punches, but he wants to hit him.

"That's good advice, pretty deep."

"Yep, my important person likes to get to the deep of everything" He unashamedly emphasises, tensing Iwaizumi as the cameraman holds back laughter.

Remove the kisses, he will hit him with punches.

"So, back on topic" Hajime tries to put an end to his game, forcing a small threatening smile that, despite not being noticed by any viewers, Oikawa become aware of it, reading in it the ultimatum of going bald if he doesn't shut the fuck up. But he just ignores it, because is so so so happy “you’re so gratefully, right?”

"Yeah, very gratefully" Tooru peels his eyes away from his boyfriend for a moment to direct them to the stadium, where his team continues to take pictures with the cup and film the place where they have been proclaimed the best men's volleyball team in the world. Audience still there, cheering for their idols. It is an image that is burned into Oikawa's mind. "We have dedicated our lives to volleyball. It has become our oxygen; defeats make us learn and victories give us energy. But... this time the victory not only energized us but also proclaimed us the best team in the world" He smiles, sincere and pure, and looks at Hajime again and Hajime tries to keep his face expressionless, but his lips pucker into a small smile and his eyes mist with tears."I’m so grateful to my parents, my sister, my Takeru, my best friends, my friends and so, so, so grateful that you, Iwa-chan, were here to see us —to see me— be the best in the world!” Then, his hands rest on Iwaizumi's broad shoulders. Hajime widens his eyes in surprise, blinking like an owl and furrowing his brow.

What the fuck is the idiot going to —.

“I am so grateful and happy that I really want to kiss you!” He says with laughter, leaving Hajime speechless and perplexed the cameraman, the presenter behind the communicator controlling the connection, the reporter of another channel a few steps away and half of Japan in front of the TV.

He is so fucking what that he really fucking wants what in front of the fucking country?

"Oi, what the fuc-hell did you just-?!" Iwaizumi starts to demand, ears and cheeks like beets, but his words are eaten up by Oikawa when he cradles Iwa-chan's face gently between his calloused hands, pulls their bodies closer and closes his eyes to bring their lips together in a sweet and affectionate kiss.

Hajime feels the world stops. The warmth and solidity of Tooru's strong body against his and the softness of those lips he hasn't tasted in days are enough to send everything to hell. Iwaizumi's free hand wraps around Oikawa's waist and closes his eyes, kissing him back with the strength and love they've been sharing for 29 years.

Tooru breaks the kiss too soon with a softness sorry, mi vida, but I have to go, leaving another kiss on Iwa’s warm cheek and giving him a tight hug before separating. Oikawa, with a messy hair and still sweaty, gives to his boyfriends the purest smile and his eyes shine as if they had stolen all the stars in the sky. Iwa-chan thinks that he wasn't confused when he saw him jump, that Tooru really is an angel.

"Te amo muchísimo, Hajime." He bids him farewell with a sweet whisper, waving his hand in front of the camera to say goodbye to the viewers as well. Oikawa leaves the shot and runs to the rest of his team under the watchful eye of his boyfriend, who doesn't return to the world until he hears the announcer's voice over the earpiece.

“Eh… Iwaizumi-san, we’re still live.” He reminds and the boy turns almost immediately to the camera, forcing his smile.

"Right" he clears his throat, trying to regain control of his emotions, "as you have been able to see, the Argentine team —more specifically their setter—, are intoxicated with happiness and… and few words can be said. So, Ukai-san, I return the connection."

And when the cameraman notifies him that the live broadcast has ended, Iwaizumi lets out a loud sigh, bending down to lean on his knees, which are shaking like jelly, and cover his face with both hands.

Shittywaka may have won the national volleyball league, but he had better be ready when he returns home.

...

happy bday to my beloved baby boy!! ilysm oikawa <;3

my gosh this is my first publication on tumblr i dont know what to say lol but thank u so much for read!!

u can find this fic on my ao3 perfile &lt;3

[blue-blairy]

Sana Sana Colita de Rana

The cool breeze gently rustled the curtains in the dimly lit bedroom. The room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of a bedside lamp, casting a gentle illumination on the two of you as you lay together in the stillness of the night.

"Sweet dreams, mi amor," Wolfwood murmured. The soft, soothing rumble of his voice carried a warmth that enveloped you in a comforting embrace. His lips brushed against your hair as he spoke, sending a shiver of delight down your spine. His fingers traced airy patterns on your back.

The day's challenges and worries seemed to melt away in that moment, replaced by a profound sense of security and contentment. With Wolfwood's whispered words and the sensation of his touch, you felt like you were the most treasured person in the world. The fragrant scent of a nearby bouquet of roses, mixed with the faint aroma of your favourite lavender candles, creates a serene and romantic atmosphere.

In the silence of the night, you turned your head slightly to meet Wolfwood's gaze. His eyes, reflecting the same tenderness as his words, locked with yours, and in that shared moment, the world seemed to fade into the background. It was as though time stood still, and the two of you existed in a universe of your own making.

With a soft sigh, you nestled closer to him, the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a tranquil state of mind. The night held the promise of sweet dreams and a future filled with shared adventures, and you couldn't have imagined a better way to fall asleep, knowing that you were deeply loved and cherished by Wolfwood.

—

You jolt awake, your body drenched in a thin layer of sweat as you grapple with the remnants of the fading dream. The exact reasoning behind your awakening lost itself to the haze of dissipating haze of sleep. You’re acutely aware of the relentless thud of your heart and the tight grip of anxiety constricting your throat.

Your gaze shifts hesitantly towards Nicholas, who lies in a serene slumber beside you. His rhythmic, peaceful breathing and the soft cadence of his snoring highlighted his appeal, even in the dim light of the room. Silent tears trail down your cheek, and you clench your teeth as you process your emotions. Why were you even crying? You couldn’t even remember what you were dreaming about. 

You rub your eyes, trying to get rid of the rest of your tears. It would do no good to keep crying, and you didn't want to wake Nicholas. His presence helped calm you, and you would prefer to not explain the reason behind your tears because you didn’t even know. However, luck was not on your side. Your partner was always perceptive to your emotions, but you didn’t know that was included when he was asleep.

He started to stir despite all your best intentions of not disturbing him, and within seconds of waking up, he was already wiping tears from your face. “What’s wrong, angel?” His voice was much deeper than usual due to just being asleep, and you could feel yourself melt a little at his touch. He was so sweet. You didn’t deserve him. 

“It was just a nightmare, Wolfwood… don’t even remember what it was about... I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” That was a lie. You were not okay. Despite not remembering the dream, a heavy pit rested in your stomach and anxiety gnawed at you - but you didn’t want to tell Wolfwood any of that. 

The man knew you better than that, and he sighed as he shifted to sit up. “Darling, I know you, and right now, I know that the last thing you need is for me to go to sleep. Now, is there anything I can do to help?” Wolfwood raised an eyebrow as he took in your appearance. Puffy eyes, your hands were still fidgeting with the bedsheets, a slight quiver in your lip. All tell-tale signs that you weren’t okay. 

For a moment, you stayed silent. You didn’t know what exactly would help you. However, Wolfwood wouldn’t let you avert your gaze. His hand kept your eyes locked on his. Eventually, after a bit of contemplation, you spoke. “Could we… maybe go to the kitchen..? Have some warm milk?” It felt like a ridiculous request, and as much as you knew Wolfwood loved you, part of you was just waiting for him to laugh in your face for asking for such a thing.

“Of course, doll. If that would give you any amount of comfort, I’d happily do that for you.” Wolfwood got out of bed and went to your side to pick you up. A squeak of protest left your lips, but he paid you no mind. He carried you to the kitchen and set you down gently on a barstool. “Do you want anything in particular in it?”

You fiddled with your fingers for a moment as you mustered up the courage to say your request. Why was it so hard to say what you wanted? He was asking you, after all. “A little bit of honey, please..” you murmured quietly. Wolfwood gave a nod and went to grab the ingredients. 

Within minutes, a mug of warmed milk was set in front of you. The undertones of honey gently wafted up to your nose. You grabbed the mug and slowly sipped at it. The anxiety was still there, but it was definitely less. “Thank you, Nico…”

He shook his head. “No need to thank me, I’m your partner. It’s the bare minimum to support you when you’re upset.” He ruffled your hair before taking a seat next to you. “Once you’re finished, we can cuddle, or we can talk if you’d like. It’s your decision.”

You licked remnants of foamy milk off your lips. “I’d just like to cuddle if that’s alright with you.” Wolfwood hummed in agreement. “Of course, but can I say one thing and then I’ll drop the nightmare thing entirely?”

You were nervous now, and that anxiety that was ebbing away was back. It clawed at your throat, but you pushed it down as you nodded. “Yeah... I don’t mind.”

Grabbing your hands once you set down the mug, Wolfwood stared intensely at you.  “Listen, something I was taught growing up… it was a saying… but I think it might help you a bit. Take it as you want…” He cleared his throat nervously, and if it wasn’t for the dim light the stove top light provided, you would never have seen the blush dusting across his face. “Sana sana… colita de rana…”

When you stared at him with blank eyes, he fumbled for a bit. “It basically means heal, heal little frog’s tail… It’s something adults would tell kids when they got hurt.  It’s just a saying that I grew up with… and I feel like it could help you… because despite you not having a physical injury, you are hurt.” He tapped your chest, right above where your heart would be. “Just know that I am here to support you. You can tell me anything.”

You flushed and nodded. “I know, but sometimes it feels stupid when I get upset over something like that…”

Wolfwood scowls at that, but he doesn’t get angry. Instead, he squeezed your hands three times. “It’s not stupid to feel your feelings.” He glanced at your mug, and when he noticed it was empty, Wolfwood put it in the sink. “Now let’s cuddle, yeah?”

As the both of you crawled back into bed, you could already feel your eyes drooping. The milk had done its job, and now you were very sleepy. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in Wolfwood’s arm, and he smiled at you gently. “Te amo,” he whispered before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep himself.

[fairlyang]

18+ miguel ohara blurb. tuyo 🕷️

miguel que está en un grupo en donde cantan corridos y tu como buena novia, siempre en la primera fila para apoyarlo

y cuando te sopló besos a ti, las chavas que están cercas de ti piensan que son para ellas y que el miguel nomás es juguetón, no sabiendo que eres su novia

y así como no te van a dar celos? nadie te lo puede culpar

ya sabes muy bien que de ser novia de un galán en un grupo debes de estar bien fuerte y segura en tu relación, y claro que lo eres, pero cuando hay montones de chavas atrás de él y pidiéndole que les firmé sus pezones, obvio te vas a sentir de una manera

pero el siempre te hace sentir cómoda, después de cada show te carga y te da montones de besos para que nunca se te olvide que eres suya

luego te lleva al cuarto más cercano para que platiquen sin ningún ojos viendolos

pero claro, más es para que te de toda la atención que te mereces

la única que le toca toda su atención

miguel es muy amoroso

le encanta tocarte, darte abrazos y besos, y más que nada: quiere follar en cualquier lugar y en todas partes posible

primero te deja darle chupetones como un simple señal para todas las chicas que él no está soltero

le chupaste el cuello y te aseguraste de que hubiera chupetones salpicados por todas partes

el murmurando palabras sucias en voz baja mientras tus manos acariciaban su creciente bulto y dándole besos a sus nuevas marcas

“Ahora todas verán que soy tuyo”

y para confirmarlo más en su próximo concierto le pidió al grupo que toquen la canción más romántica para dedicársela al amor de su vida, y enseñando las marcas bonitas que le pintas la noche anterior

[uselesssomebody]

looking for someone who speaks Spanish (preferably fluently or natively) who would be willing to work the language into some upcoming Frankie Morales and Javier Peña fics I'm thinking of writing. will 100% credit and tag you if you want me to. requirements:

- speaks Spanish (duh)

- over 18, as much of the w.i.ps will be smut

- willing to also read over said w.i.ps (not proofreading moreso just to see where best to add Spanish words)

send me a p.m., comment on this or an ask or smth if you are willing; I will love you forever and be so grateful!!

[swayziiwriter]

Forget | Pablo Gavi

summary: after a bad game you help Pablo with much needed relaxation, helping him forget about his match problems.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

"Fucking referee! I'm out of the next match because they gave me a yellow card!" Pablo groaned. Even though you were already home from the match, Pablo's rage was still evident as he yelled and threw his backpack on the sofa.

He was in a huff the entire way home, his anger coursing through his veins, as he tried to control himself by gritting his teeth.

"Look, Pablo, the fight is over now. Put an end to your self-pity. It will not improve the situation.” You said, "It's time to move on, come on now.” But it was clear that trying to reason with an irate Pablo was difficult.

"You don't get it! I made a mistake in this crucial match! He yelled back, "Stop trying to make me feel better because it's just not going to work." Pablo buried his face in his hands, letting heavy breathes escape his mouth as you dropped down to your knees in front of him.

You brought a soothing hand to his thigh, grazing over it lightly in an attempt to soothe his nerves and calm him down. "Take a breath, Pablo. Let me help you forget" you cooed innocently.

Though, there were no innocent actions behind your words.

Pablo looked up from his hands, the air now becoming a bit thicker then before as he watched you slide your jersey off. Revealing your lacy blue bra. "Make you feel good" you said lightly, bringing your hands to Pablo's sides as you tugged his shorts down.

Your actions were enough to get Pablo off, the outline of his erection evident. You ran your hand across his cock, feeling him twitch under your touch. Pablo let out a small whimper, his breathing becoming erratic as you took his cock into your hands palming tauntingly.

You brought your thumb to his tip, your hand still tightly wrapped around his base. Leaning down you brought you tongue to his tip, swirling the pre cum that leaked out.

Pablo's eyes shut, he leaned back into the sofa letting his hands drift to your hair as he started to massage your scalp.

You repositioned yourself before hollowing your cheeks, taking his hard cock into your mouth. Pablo let out a moan, the feeling of your warm tongue going up and down his cock was euphoric. You continued your actions, bobbing your head to Pablo's moans.

You sped up your movements before Pablo harshly grabbed your head, pushing you all the way down his cock. You gagged as he pushed himself further down your throat.

Your eyes became glossy as your tongue never faltered, continuing to suck his cock.

Pablo withered under you, bringing his hands to cup your breasts. "Take it like a good girl. So filthy for my cock, look at you taking it all." He groaned, moving his hips to your movements.

He was fucking your face, panting hard as he was getting closer to his high. "f-fuck i'm close" Pablo moaned. "Tan bueno" he encouraged, he was begging for a release. He wanted to cum down your throat, making it clear as he never lifted you off his cock.

Twitching inside of your mouth before releasing ropes of salty cum down your throat.

"y/n" Pablo moaned throughout his release, along with a string of filthy words. You guided him through his release, never stopping as you continued to breath through your nose. Allowing you to keep down on him.

You lifted your head from his cock, making sure to run your tongue up his base as you left him with a "pop".

A string off cum still connecting you with his cock. He smirked at the sight, his cock twitching at the sight. As if he had marked you as his.

You smiled as you cleaned the cum that had dripped from your mouth, making sure to bring it back into your mouth. Staring Pablo down as you did.

"Strip, I wanna fuck that pretty little pussy" he ordered, you smiled bringing your hands to your hips, shimming down your pants.

[shinnyscats]

!¡ Cirrus x Fem!Reader

"Cherry Flavoured."

A/N: Buenasss!! Estoy de vuelta después de décadas XD No voy a poner excusas, simplemente no quería escribir. Aquí les dejo a Cirrus con Fem Reader !! Creo que voy a comenzar a tomar pedidos, no lo se..

English version here !!

Tw: Fem!Reader, wlw, No revisé por faltas de ortografía !

Ya casi era hora de salir al escenario. Estabas acomodando tu ropa, todo tenía que estar perfecto para ti. Mientras arreglabas tu vestuario, una Ghoulette se acerca a ti desde atras y te rodea con sus brazos, posicionando su cabeza en tu hombro.

"Te ves bien." Ella exclama mientras te miraba por el espejo, sus ojos achinandose al sonreír y vagar por tu traje recientemente planchado. Todavía no tenían sus mascaras puestas, por lo que podían verse a la cara sin problemas.

"Gracias." Respondes con una pequeña sonrisa, tus manos arreglando los botones de tu ropa para luego dejar salir un suspiro profundo de tu interior buscando alejar los nervios habituales de las presentaciones. "Puedes pasarme mi bálsamo labial por favor?"

Ella asiente mientras dejaba de abrazarte para caminar un poco hasta el escritorio y agarrar tu bálsamo labial. Este era escencial para ti, algo indispensable al subir al escenario. Cirrus lo abre pero te detiene cuando ibas a agarrarlo, incitando silenciosamente sus movimientos y preguntando por permiso con su mirada.

Tú no tienes problema en las acciones de Cirrus, era algo común entre ustedes después de todo, por lo que asientes con una sonrisa en tanto te inclinabas levemente hacia delante y relajabas tus labios. Las manos de Cirrus agarran tu mentón, produciendo un sentimiento cálido de confianza y felicidad que sube de pies a cabeza, una electricidad energizante, enrojeciendo levemente tus mejillas mientras el bálsamo era suavemente presionado contra tus labios. Los ojos de Cirrus estaban concentrados en lo que ella realizaba, sin embargo, eso no le detenía para levantar su mirada y verte a los ojos mientras sonreía. "De verdad lo digo, eres hermosa." Exclama suavemente la Ghoulette mientras terminaba de aplicar el bálsamo labial.

"Gracias, eres preciosa tu también.." Respondes, notando el leve sonrojo en sus mejillas mientras asentía a modo de agradecimiento. Al esparcir el labial por tus labios tu lengua roza levemente contra estos, logrando sentir el dulce e inseperado sabor a cereza que el bálsamo traía consigo. "Uno nuevo?" Asientes ante la pregunta de Cirrus. "Si perdí el anterior hace varios días así que conseguí uno nuevo." La Ghoulette deja salir un sonido de aprobación mientras examinaba la marca del bálsamo labial, girando y analizando el pequeño recipiente cilíndrico.

A todo esto, tu volviste a seguir arreglandote las pequeñas imperfecciones en tu cabello. Un poco por aqui, otro poco por allá, aferras un poco más tu cinturón. Una vez terminado y satisfecha con como te veías, caminas hacia el escritorio en donde se encontraba tu mascara. La agarras, pero sientes una mano bajar tu mascara antes de que puedas ponertela. Desconcertada, levantas tu vista solo para ser recibida por un beso de parte de Cirrus.

Ella te empuja levemente hacia atrás, haciendo que tus caderas toquen el escritorio que estaba detrás tuyo. Sus manos estaban sobre las tuyas en la mascara, acariciando levemente. Agradecida, y aún un poco sorprendida, aceptas el beso entre pequeñas risas.

Esa sensación del cielo termina relativamemte rápido, Cirrus se relame los labios, saboreando el mismo sabor a cereza que antes habías probado. "Mm... Cereza, rico." Expresó la Ghoulette antes de volver a inclinarse a besarse, esta vez un poco más devoto en la intensidad de éste.

"Jej-! Espera-!" Tu tratas de hablar, pero lamentablemente los besos de Cirrus eran más tentadores. "Ya casi es-.. hora de salir-!" Logras decir entre diminutas risas, Cirrus abraza tu cuello lentamente y deja un beso en tu mejilla mientras asentía."De acuerdo, te salvas ahora, pero voy a requerir que me recuerdes el sabor al terminar el show."

La Ghoulette se acercaba lentamente hacia tu oreja besando esta una última vez para luego susurrar las siguientes palabras. "Si es que no se me antoja a mitad de este." Lo último te deja levemente nerviosa, más ahora que te envolvía un persistente sentimiento de querer más. "...Pues.. no es que me moleste después de todo-"

"Oigan ustedes! Dejen su momento de amor que ya es hora de salir!" La voz de un Ghoul sonaba detrás de la puerta, se podia escuchar el leve enojo en su voz, por lo que ya sabían de quien se trataba. Cirrus ríe levemente para darte un último beso apurado y ayudarte a ponerte la máscara.

Una vez salen se encuentran con Sodo, acompañado de Mountain y Aurora. El más bajo, quien estaba de brazos cruzados, se dirigía de camino hacia la subida del escenario un poco apurado, causando una sonrisa de parte de las Ghoulettes.

Cuando estaban todos los ghouls reunidos, Aurora, junto a Cumulus, se acercan un poco inquietas para intentar arreglar tu bálsamo labial, el cual se había desparramado levemente por tu mentón y las comisuras de tus labios.

Te tocó a ti explicar el porqué...

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¡Hola! Bienvenidos ✨️👑

Ok, soy muy nueva en esto así que explicaré rápidamente que y como lo haré. (And below is the part in English)

💕 Escribiré one shots y historias de Personajes de Disney x lector.

💕 Sí lo desean pueden cambiar el género del personaje, hacer un AU moderno, poner parejas LGBT+ o lo que ustedes quieran. (Menos +18, no soy buena escribiendo cosas así ^^")

💕 El lector siempre será "____", es decir que no le pondré nombre ni descripción física ya que me gusta que todos se sientan integrados en la historia.

💕 Todas las historias estarán escritas en español y más abajo en inglés, todo en una misma publicación.

💕 Yo no hablo inglés pero quiero que mis historias sean conocidas más allá del español así que usaré el traductor para hacerlas. (Mil disculpas si algo no se entiende)

💕 Tal vez tarde un poco si tengo muchos pedidos, lo cual dudo un poco, pero prometo dar mi mayor esfuerzo para que valga la pena.

💕 Las imágenes y personajes en estas publicaciones no me pertenecen, créditos a sus autores y creadores.

💕 Gracias por su paciencia, espero poder escribir pronto para todos los que lean esto, besos. 💘

Hello! Welcome ✨️👑

Ok, I'm very new to this so I'll quickly explain what and how I'm going to do it.

💕 I will write one shots and stories of Disney Characters x reader.

💕 If you wish, you can change the gender of the character, make a modern AU, put LGBT+ couples or whatever you want. (Under +18, I'm not good at writing stuff like that ^^")

💕 The reader will always be "____", that is, I will not give it a name or physical description since I like everyone to feel integrated into the story.

💕 All the stories will be written in Spanish and below in English, all in the same post.

💕 I don't speak English but I want my stories to be known beyond Spanish so I'll use the translator to do them. (A thousand apologies if something is not understood)

💕 It may take a while if I have a lot of orders, which I doubt a little, but I promise to do my best to make it worth it.

💕 The images and characters in these posts do not belong to me, credits to their authors and creators.

💕 Thank you for your patience, I hope to be able to write soon for everyone who reads this, kisses. 💘