#his tres princesas

[wolfasketch]

Puppy Surprise!!

[crxss01]

— PRINCESA

pairing ʚɞ… 42!miles morales x reader

summary ʚɞ… you came into miles’s life and he makes sure that you, his princesa, never leave it.

warnings ʚɞ… miles being a lil stalker (it’s okay though, is miles), you have parents that move around too much, cursing, miles with a sweet tooth (he loves tres leches), mature themes (making out + mentions of drugs but you two aren’t the ones to do them), the relationship is a little toxic but not too much, major obsession with miles’s eyes (they’re just adorable).

m.list, main m.list ʚɞ

translations ʚɞ… mi princesa: my princess bonito: handsome/pretty boy eres tan bonita: you are so pretty ahora solo tengo tantas ganas de besarte: right now i just want to kiss you so badly siempre estás en mi mente: you’re always on my mind.

a/n ʚɞ…recap of how you met miles, how you started dating + how it is going, heavily based on princesa by jay roxxx. this is supposed to be a fic of celebration for 1k followers so i hope you enjoy and sorry that it couldn’t be published on sunday like i said i would start doing.

the first time you met miles was when you were walking in the hallway during your first day at visions. you were tired of being the new girl every time you moved, but you didn’t have much of a choice.

he was leaning against your assigned locker and he had an annoyed expression on his face as he glared off into space, it was kind of intimidating and you were skeptical to approach him but you really needed to put all the books in your locker before you got a back injury from the weight.

the boy was handsome though, he had the prettiest hazel eyes you had ever seen. the softest features too, except for his jawline that looked pretty sharp. his hair was braided and the braids looked good on him, a little too good maybe.

you decided to approach him, maybe his expression was the only intimidating thing about him.

and you thought right.

“excuse me, can you move?” you nodded at all the books in your arms. “i need to put these in there.”

the boy snapped out of whatever daze he was in and his eyes focused on you, his hazel eyes captured your own and he seemed so comfortable at holding eye contact while you couldn’t handle his stare and looked at the side of his head where a piece of your locker showed.

“please?” you tried again, it was your first day and you truly didn’t want any drama right now.

the boy cocked his head to the side, the side where your eyes were staring at like he was chasing for your gaze. those hazel’s captured your eyes again and there seem to be amusement in them, the smirk that grew on his face proved you right.

“of course, ma.” he said, and moved over onto the next locker. “there you go.”

you offered him a small smile and a thank you before turning you attention to your locker. after putting the books in, you left but you couldn’t help taking a look over your shoulder back at him when you where about to take a turn.

your eyes met him and he offered you another smirk then he was out of sight when you took the turn.

that was the first time of many that you would find the nameless boy leaning against your locker, making you ask him to move each time. you didn’t have any classes with him and visions was a big school so you didn’t see him around among the crowd of students unless he was there leaning on your locker.

again, you were making your way to your locker ready to see miles again and ask him to move so you could take out something from your locker but this time he was the one who wanted to ask something.

“there you are, princesa.” he spoke when he saw you.

there was that nickname again. he used to call you ma or mami, but one time he decided that those nicknames did not suit you and so since then he only ever called you princesa. you tried your best at pretending not to like the nickname and failed.

“took you so long, i was starting to worry.” the smirk on his face said otherwise.

“hi.” you said with a small smile. “can you—”

“hold up, princesa.” miles put a finger up, shutting you up instantly. “i have been here for a whole month now, just leaning against your locker and you don’t even ask for my name? or anything at all.”

“if you wanted me to know your name you would’ve told me.” you answered back.

he just stared at you for a long moment with amusement, before his smirk turned into a smile and he spoke. “miles morales.”

“y/n y/l/n.” you said.

“i knew that, princesa.” he said. “and now that we know each other’s names, how do you feel about going out with me this saturday? i’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

“we don’t even know each other.” you furrowed your eyebrows, apart from the small talk that the two had made and his name (now) you didn’t know shit about him. “and you don’t know if i’m with someone.”

“that’s what dates are for, and i know you aren’t with someone. i asked around.” miles shrugged. “so yes or no? or do i still need to convince you some more?”

you just stared at him for a while, his hazel eyes not leaving yours the whole while. finally you gave in, those eyes were just too pretty to deny anything while looking at them. “alright, i’ll go on that date with you. golf ‘n stuff, 6pm sharp.”

miles cracked a smile, and clapped his hands together. “i love golf ‘n stuff. you and i are going to have so much fun there.”

and that you two did. the first date with miles was something that you will always have in your heart, but the eleventh one was your favorite because it was when he finally asked you out.

it was on october 3rd.

miles had asked you out to go to a restaurant, and this was the first time that it was actually a fancy one and not just a fast food one. his uncle had let him borrow his car so that he could drive you both there.

“didn’t you say your uncle had a motorcycle?” you had asked confused when he settled in the driver seat with you on the passenger one.

“he also has a car.” miles scratched behind his ear and you nodded. he was lying, that habit of his was easy to pick up on. “i needed to get the best for mi princesa.”

“your princess now?” you raised an eyebrow. “that’s bold.”

he chuckled but didn’t say anything as he started the car.

when you got there, he opened the door for you and gave you his hand to help you out. you smiled and took it, he was such a gentleman when he wasn’t acting like a bad boy.

as you two sat down at the table for two, you admired the nice decorations and the variety of couples and families sitting and chatting away happily.

“this place is so nice.” you told miles.

“it is,” he nodded with a fond smile, his hazel eyes locking with yours like they always did. “my mom started taking me here when my dad… you know. since i love tres leches so much and she was told this place had the best ones she thought it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try and since then we come here at least once a month.”

you reached across the table and squeezed his hand.

“i hope you didn’t waste your monthly visit with me.”

“don’t worry, we already came here this month.” his smile grew as he turned his hand in your grasp and started holding yours back.

“okay.” you looked down at your hands holding, and they stayed like that while you checked out the menu.

“aren’t you two a sweet couple.” the waitress (who looked around your age, maybe a little older) came after a few minutes and smiled at the two of you. “are you two ready to order?”

both of you didn’t bother to correct the waitress instead choosing to give each other a shy smile.

“i want to drink *whatever you want* and a *whatever food you want*” you spoke up your order when miles nodded at you to go first.

the waitress wrote that down.

“miles morales, i requested something.” he winked. “and apart from that i want an alcohol-free piña colada and a steak with tostones on the side.”

the waitress clearly blushed and you didn’t blame her, that wink had been pretty hot.

“got that,” she nodded, and wrote that down. “anything else?”

“no.” you and miles said in unison.

the waitress left.

the night went on in a blur, but when it got to time to order dessert, you were ready to order your favorite one but you didn’t have to order any because the waitress just came and put it down in front of you.

“i didn’t —” you pointed down, not even looking at it but the waitress just smiled at you and left.

you turned to miles. “did they get the wrong table? i haven’t even ordered this yet.”

miles pointed down at the plate and you looked down.

‘will you officially be mi princesa?’ was written on the side of the plate.

“yes.” you nodded, a big smile taking over your face and miles’s smile could rival your own.

and that was also the night you had your first kiss, right in front of your house.

“thanks for the night, bonito.” you were telling him. “i had so much fun and—”

“bonito?” he interrupted.

you got a little nervous and nodded while turning your gaze away. “well, yea.”

miles took a hold of your chin, turning your face back to looking at him. “look at me, okay? always look at me, got it?” he whispered softly as your eyes came in contact with his.

“i got it.”

“bonito.”

“i got it, bonito.” you smiled.

this time it was him who broke the eye contact, looking down at your lips before looking into your eyes again. “eres tan bonita.” the way he said it had you feeling butterflies in your stomach.

your hand raised to his cheek, caressing it softly with your thumb. “and you are so handsome, such a pretty boy.”

miles’s cheek got hotter under your palm and you silently celebrated your accomplishment.

“ahora solo tengo tantas ganas de besarte…”

“do it.”

and so he did, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. your mouths moved in sync with one another, fitting perfectly together like a puzzle, you two were just meant to be and this was another prove of that. his mouth tasted sweet and you wanted that taste to last on your tongue forever, to just be able to enjoy miles’s sweet taste in your mouth even when you weren’t with him.

you both pulled away because sadly oxygen existed and you needed to breathe.

“that was…” you trailed off, not knowing how to describe it.

“yes, it was.” miles agreed. “i’ll meet up with you tomorrow to go back to school, princesa. is that okay?”

“yes, it is.” you gave him one last peck, but it turned into multiple ones because you two just couldn’t keep your lips away from the other after having just one taste.

“bye, princesa.” another peck.

“yeah, bye, bonito.” another one.

“imma miss you, princesa.” another peck.

“i will miss you too, bonito.” another one.

“i have to leave.” another peck.

“i know.” and another one.

that went on until you two realized how late it had gotten and had to leave before your parent(s) killed either of you.

the first time you two said the three little big words was 5 months into your relationship and miles was the first to say it.

you were hanging out in his house in some shorts and a pair of his shirt, his mom was out working for the day and you kinda missed her because she was honestly the kindest and most accepting mother you had ever met.

rio morales was skeptical at first but when she saw the big smile on her son’s face as he introduced you, she accepted you. you knew that the reason she was quick to welcome you was because of how happy her son was.

“princesa, come here.” miles called out to you from his bed where he was laying, one arm behind his head and the other patting his lap for you to sit.

you smiled and ran to him, jumping on his lap and putting your hands on his chest. “yes, bonito?”

the hand that had been patting his lap earlier made its way to your hips and pulled you in until your lips were touching.

the two of you kissed softly, your hands caressing his cheeks. it was a sweet moment and you both didn’t start anything more just wanting to feel this connection between you.

“you know something?” the boy asked as he pulled away.

“what?” you asked, leaving your noses touching.

“siempre estas en mi mente,” there were those hazel eyes again, locking yours in and not letting go. “and i love that.”

“you do?” you rubbed your nose against him.

“yes, and i love you.”

you froze and sat up fully on his lap, miles followed as he sat and put his hands on your hips.

“sorry, princesa. but i really do and i couldn’t hold it in anymore.” he apologized. “it’s okay if you don’t feel the same just yet.”

“no, it’s not that.” you shook your head and a smile grew on your face. “i love you too, i was just surprised.”

miles smiled along with you and pulled you in to connect your lips again. “i love you so much.”

the first ‘big’ argument that you two had was because of his possessiveness over you and the way he wanted to control everything you did. you had enough of that.

“miles, i’m not trying to start an argument with you or anything. i was just telling you that you shouldn’t be so harsh on my friends.”

“yeah, right. your guy ‘friends’, the ones who can’t keep their fucking eyes off of you for one goddamn second?!” he said exasperated.

“miles, you get worked up over nothing. girls look at you all the time and i do not feel jealous because they won’t try anything, why can’t you try and be the same?!”

“oh so now you want me to change? i thought you loved me just like i’am. guess things changed, huh?” his face was close to yours, noses nearly touching.

“i just want you to change that one thing, miles. it is not a big deal, i just don’t think we can keep going if you’re going to be acting like this.” you pushed him away, but he took a hold of your wrists.

“i’m sorry, i think i must have heard you wrong, princesa.” his mouth twisted into a snarl, those beautiful hazel eyes glaring at you. “you’re not leaving me.”

“if i wanted to, you know damn well i could.” you said, glaring right back.

“but you’re not going to, because you know damn well you love me.” he mocked you.

“i do, miles. i really do, but when you get like this i don’t even know anymore.” you shook your head, pulling your arms from his grip because even if he was mad right he would never apply so much pressure when holding you. he would never lay his hands on you like that.

his phone lit up with a message from his uncle and he took it, reading it without you being able to see what it was.

then miles sighed, “look, ma. i think i’m gonna go, it will give you time to think about this dumb decision you want to make and when i come back tomorrow i truly hope you had made a smart choice.” he laid a kiss on the top of your head and left through your window.

“ma? really?” you scoffed.

the time you made up after that argument wasn’t actually the next day, it was a whole week later during school. right in front of your locker, you hadn’t seen miles for that week and you were mad. he didn’t even bother to answer your multiple texts and calls.

“so we talk when you decide that we should talk?” you spoke up when you walked up to him, who was comfortably leaning against your locker.

the hallway was deserted and you were glad.

“i was busy.” he said like it was nothing. “we talk when you decide so, princesa.”

“mmm…” you nodded with pursed lips. “what were you doing?”

“don’t worry about it.” he shook his head and grabbed your head between his hands, his thumb caressing your cheek. “so, did that pretty head of yours make a decision?”

“yes.”

“so, what was it?” his eyes were pulling you in encouraging you to make the right choice.

and they did convince you. “i want to stay with you, but please tone down the jealousy.”

“i don’t get jealous, princesa.” miles chuckled, then placed a kiss on your lips. “but i promise i won’t get that possessive over you again.”

and of course, he lied about that.

now, after 2 years of being together and going into senior year. you couldn’t be more happier.

“stop!” you started kicking your feet and pushing miles away, trying desperately to stop him from tickling you and failing miserably.

“tell me where my control is, princesa and i will stop tickling you.” he kept tickling you.

you had hid his ps control because you wanted all his attention on you, but you were close to wetting your pants from laughing and there were tears running down your face.

“i don’t know where it is…” you lied out of breath as his tickling came to a stop to let you talk.

“liar!” he attacked you again.

“miles!” you screamed, bursting out laughing again.

“tell me, princesa.” he insisted.

“no.” you shook your head.

then his attack method changed and he started leaving kisses all over your face as only one hand was used to tickle you.

“tell me,” he said. “or you won’t get kisses for a month.”

“it’s in the kitchen, on the shelf for the plates.”

living without his kisses for that long was not an option.

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[gamerbearmira]

Hi just wanted to talk about an Au idea I had

Story: Mirabel when she was 9 found a crack in the mountains of the encanto. She told her family she was going on a camping trip(which was not technically wrong). She explored the outside of the encanto, 5 days into her trip she found a kingdom full of magic and non magical people in harmony. The kingdom was run by 4 kings and 3 queens, their all siblings that rule over the kingdom. Over time Mirabel gets close to the rolers and they (not officially) adopted mirabel as their little sister, calling her princesa Mirabel. Mirabel had a personal guard and a room in the castle. Mirabel one day came to the kingdom after getting yelled at by Alma, Isabella and pepa all in one day. She asked to be alone in her room, her guard listened to her request and stayed outside her door. mirabel went out through her window to the garden. What she didn't know was that the kingdom was at war and a soldier from the opposite nation killed her in cold blood. The solder was found and killed. Mirabel's guard felt like he failed his job. The rolers were angry at the madrigal family so they made 9 stitched dolls of mirabel and gave them each a fraction of Mirabel's soul. The dolls were made as a test, if the madrigal family didn't change their ways after the 9th one was gone they would destroy the encanto and only spare the kids. They put doll one in Mirabel's bed and the next day someone that looked just like Mirabel was in the nursery at Casita. The rolers erased the clones memories of the kingdom and her death(the original mirabel). Over time the clones replaced each other as the others found out the truth or Mirabel (the idea) had to look older. Doll 9 (the Mirabel we follow in the movie) was exploring a little bit outside the encanto when she found a person unconscious outside of the encanto. After healing and the person woke up she explained she was a seamstress at the castle and about the original mirabel and what happened and how the rolers believes that the madrigal family lost their last chance to change and where planning an attack.

Side ideas: the original mirabel never got to meet Antonio, the clones that know the truth call the original mirabel "the original", the clones call echother by their numbers, the clones live in the kingdom when they're replaced in the encanto

The other 8 clones personalities:

Una: Una was the first, she lasted the longest at a 2 whole years, she acts a lot like Alma but she will Punch you if you say that to her face. She spends most her time at the originals grave. She looks more doll like now more than human.

Dos: is flirting, guys, girls she don't care. Her and Una are the best guards in the kingdom. She has a few cuts here and there but is in perfect condition.

Tres: she is a book lover and will stay in the library most of the time. She loves to write. She has short hair that looks like yarn.

Cuatro: she acts a lot like Luisa, the only thing that calms her down is sleeping. She has a button eye because she lost her original eye.

Cinco: she is cold, angry, tough and she will attack now and ask questions later. She is missing an arm.

Sesi: is calm, caring. She loves to sing and will often sing at bars in the kingdom. She has the longest hair out of the clones.

Siete: she is always pissed at something, she loves to explore and will have a book that she keeps of all her magical findings. She will always have sticks and leaves in her hair for some reason.

Ocho: she is very restful of the 9th clone because Ocho was replaced the day before Antonio's birthday/gift ceremony. She gets her emotions out by sewing. She is always quiet and gets along with Siete the most. She rerooted her hair teal with light blue highlights.

All: they all hate Alma with a burning passion and will always say it. They would say it to her face to. They don't understand how the 9th can just forget alma

It is actually wild how they don’t see the clones, like ow??? Do you miss something like that, it is genuinely baffling to me. Like wrap it up, all nine of y’all can go home, where’s the og 💀💀 also the fact that og Mirabel never got to meet Antonio is so sad. I’m sobbing 😭 but like. It’s also strange how these more than likely grown rulers let her in during a war, personally I would never. But that’s just me ☹️

GET A GRIP⁉️⁉️🙏

[mxsonxmountx]

KA x pregnancy x new born

Word count: 935

Requested: Yes/No

Bold: Kepa

Italics: you

A/N: forgive me if the Spanish isn’t all correct, I used google translate.

also I combined these two together, since it would’ve been easier

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This was a game that you couldn’t miss, the final game of the season. You hadn’t miss one yet and you wasn’t going to miss this one even if you was 9 months pregnant and a few days overdue. You took it very easy regardless, you told your boyfriend if it was too much that you’d go home not like you wanted too but you’d have no choice. Baby shopping with Kepa always made your heart fill so warm and made you literally so happy, he’d do anything and everything for you and his first child. Early stages of the pregnancy you both decorated they nursery in a light lavender colour with white decor, you both decided to find out the sex of the baby and when you found out it was girl you was both over the moon. The contractions started at the 87th minute, you attempted to play it cool and somehow ignore the pain but your best friend Sophia could tell different. “We need to get Kepa off, let me get help” she said to you calmly but you could tell that she was freaking out “Sophia its fine, we have 3 minutes left, we can do this, I’ll be fine. He’ll be up here soon. I can do it” you smiled through the pain trying not give yourself anymore extra worry, Sophia made sure that the area was clear for a quick escape for you to go up the hospital. “Kepa, we need to go, I’m-” before you could even finish you had another sharp pain “por qué nadie me dijo?” (Why didn’t someone tell me?) “I wanted to but y/n wanted you to finish the game” Sophia said to your boyfriend with a slight forgiving smile. “Vamos princesa, íbamos a ser una familia de tres” (lets go princess, were going to be a family of three) and with that Kepa grabbed your hand, Sophia grabbed your bags to take to kepas car.

The drive to the hospital felt like it was forever but it was only 20 minutes, “Kepa please hurry, she’s coming” “Lo estoy intentando, ya casi llegamos, carino. Te amo” (I’m trying, we’re almost there darling. I love you.) When you both got there, your sister was already there waiting to help you out of the car whilst Kepa rushed to get you a chair and to inform the reception that you are in labour. Once you got onto the bed, you had your checks done and you was ready to push. “I don’t think I can do this, it’s too much for me” “puedes hacerlo, creo en ti” (you can do it, I believe in you) and with that you gave your biggest push that you ever give and within minutes your baby girl arrived. She was beautiful, hearing your little girl cried broke Kepa more than you thought it was. “lo hiciste, lo hiciste. Ella está aquí nuestra nina” (you did it, you did it. She’s here, our little girl)

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Weeks passed you was adjusting to the new mother hood lifestyle and Kepa was already a fantastic father, you had lunch arranged with Sophia and your sister this afternoon and Kepa was desperate to take y/d/n out shopping to get her some new clothes, not like she needed anymore but you would never say no to him when he wanted to buy baby clothes. He sent you pictures after pictures whilst you was both out, it made your heart melt on how you’ve both made such a perfect little girl. When you arrived home you could smell dinner cooking and your favourite candle burning “I’m home darling” “hola mi amor, tengo la cena cocinado, el pequeno está dormido. La noche es nuestra” (hello my love, I’ve got dinner cooking, the little one is asleep. The night is ours) “I’m going to shower quickly my heels are killing me babe” “está bien, la cena estará lista en 20 minutos, carino” (that’s fine, dinner will be ready in 20 minutes darling). You went to your bedroom first to have a look at your daughter sleeping in her Chelsea baby grow which you couldn’t help but melt at, she was so tiny, the baby grow was slightly big for her but it made her look even more cutier than she already looked. After your shower you quickly did your skin care and went back downstairs to your boyfriend, having dinner all plated up in the dining room, candles lit and your favourite glass of wine waiting. “What’s all this for?” “nada, solo lo major para mi nina” (nothing, only the best for my girl) “I love you Kepa” “te amo mucho” (I love you so much). Once you both finished dinner, you were both equally tired and both fighter off the sleep so you called it a night since you had both families coming over in the following day.

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Your alarm didn’t go off like it normally would, instead you woke up naturally. You gently went into you daughters room to see Kepa sitting in the corner holding your daughter in his hands talking about how you first met, you didn’t want to ruin the moment but you wanted to join them badly. “Good morning darling” “beunos días, le estaba contando a neustra hija cómo conoci a mi princesa” (good morning, I was just telling our daughter how I met my princess) he gently handed her over to you for feeding time and so he can get ready for the day. Still to this day you couldn’t imagine your life without both Kepa and your little girl. 

[sissy-frydda]

PARTE 1

When I was young and was in charge of my older cousins, they dressed me like a princess, from the little pink panties to the delicate bow in my hair. A soft makeup and color on my lips, we were the three naughty little sisters.

One day, my uncle Juan came to the farm, he came from the city to visit his daughters and he found us playing nurses. I immediately felt very embarrassed and ran to change my clothes but he stopped me. He sat me on his knees and began to speak softly to me as he slid his firm, calloused hand up my legs under my skirt until he reached my panties. "Guys shouldn't wear panties", he told me. "That makes guys like other things you know?"

His right hand began to caress the soft curve of my crotch, I would have had a powerful erection if my panties had allowed it, it felt like the hands of my cousins ​​but his was firm and warm and he knew where to caress. With his left hand he pushed the hair away from my neck and I felt how his mustache stung my neck while he was ecstatic with my perfume. Then with a determined gesture, he grabbed my hips and settled me on his fly. There was something hot and hard there that he made sure I felt and it really was something big and beefy. He took my hips with his left hand and made me rub on that pillar of meat while he touched my crotch through my panties. My buttocks began to come and go and I could do nothing to escape the situation. My cousins ​​in front of me contemplated that life lesson with excitement. Then he kissed my neck and told me that I was a beautiful girl and I melted in my panties, it was an explosion of semen that I couldn't control and I immediately felt how the cock in his pants became very tense and pulsating. His growls scared me but I knew right away that he had ejaculated a lot of cum because he drenched my tail with his hot sperm. He gave Andrea, Laura and me 100 dollars. It wouldn't be the only time.

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Cuando era jovencito y quedaba a cargo de mis primas mayores, ellas me vestían como una princesa, desde la bombachita rosada hasta el delicado moño en el pelo. Un maquillaje suave y color en mis labios, éramos las tres hermanitas traviesas. Cierto día, llegó mi tío Juan a la granja, venía de la ciudad a visitar a sus hijas y nos encontró jugando a las enfermeras. De inmediato sentí mucha vergüenza y corrí a cambiarme de ropa pero el me detuvo. Me sentó sobre sus rodillas y comenzo a hablarme suavemente mientras deslizaba su mano callosa y firme por mis piernas bajo mi falda hasta llegar a mi bombacha. "Los chicos no deben usar braguitas" , me dijo. "Eso hace que a los chicos le gusten otras cosas sabes?"

Su mano derecha, comenzó a acariciar la suave curva de mi entrepierna, hubiera tenido una poderosa ereccion si las bragas me lo hubieran permitido, se sentía como las manos de mis primas pero la suya era firme y caliente y sabía donde acariciar. Con su mano izquierda apartó el pelo de mi nuca y sentía como picaba su bigote en mi cuello mientras el se extasiaba con mi perfume. Luego con un gesto decidido, me sujeto de las caderas y me acomodó sobre su bragueta. Allí había algo caliente y duro que el se aseguró que yo sintiera y realmente era algo grande y fornido. Tomaba mis caderas con su mano izquierda y me hacia frotar e sobre aquel pilar de carne a la ves que me tocaba la entrepierna por sobre las bragas. Mis nalgas empezaron a ir y venir y yo nada podía hacer para escapar de la situación. Mis primas frente a mi contemplaban exitadas aquella lección de vida. Entonces el me besó la nuca y me dijo que era una hermosa chica y me derreti en las bragas, fue una explosión de semen que no pude controlar e inmediatamente sentí como el grueso miembro en su pantalón se ponía muy tenso y pulsatil. Sus gruñidos me asustaron pero enseguida supe que había eyaculado un montón de leche porque me empapo la cola con su esperma caliente. Nos regalo a Andrea, Laura y a mi, 100 dólares. No sería la única vez.

[loominggaia]

Cómo me imagino que fue la reacción de indiga al enterarse de los hijos de azura:

-ay, como le digo esto...? Ehm, su majestad, le traigo noticias de la princesa azura

-*suspiro* dígame, que cuenta de ella

-bueno, esto no me lo creo ni yo. La princesa azura.....se caso con un rey de matuzu

-*recalculando* eh...que!?

-si, yo tampoco me lo creo

-ay, encima con un matuzano....*toma aire y repone su compostura* bueno, ¿Eso es todo?

-hay algo, más, tuvo hijos

-*respira Ondo* adivinare, otra niña

-eh.....de hecho.....fueron tres varones

-*aguantando* discúlpenme un momento *se retira a sus habitación* AAAAAAAHHAHAHHAHAH *grito de vieja al enterarse de esto*

Posdata:me gustaría ver la opinión del resto de la familia

(Translated via Google Translator)

(Note: In this case I did some of my own editing because Google did not do a very good job...Apologies if I messed anything up! Sometimes Google Translator spits out something incomprehensible so I have to guess.)

How I imagine Indiga's reaction when she found out about Azura's children: -Oh, how do I say this...? Ehm, your majesty, I bring you news of Princess Azura. -Indiga: -*sigh* tell me, what is it? -Well, I don't even believe this. Princess Azura...married a king of Matuzu. -Indiga: *recalculating* eh...what!? -Yes, I don't believe it either. -Indiga: Oh, on top of that with a matuzano...*takes a breath and regains her composure* well, is that all? -there is something, more, she had children. -Indiga: *breathes Ondo* I'll guess, another girl. -eh.....in fact.....there were three boys. -Indiga: *holding on* excuse me for a moment *retreats to her room* AAAAAAAHHAHAHHAHAH *old woman screams when she finds out about this* PS: I would like to see the opinion of the rest of the family

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Sounds about right to me! Indiga and Cerulea were both so irritated when they heard about Azura's marriage and children. I think Indiga was more disappointed, while Cerulea was probably angry and jealous.

Cerulea married an old misogynistic preacher who looks like a leather bag and treats her like an idiot...Azura married a rich hunky king who treats her like a queen.

Cerulea gave birth in a cold hospital with dark age "medicine" that probably did more harm than good...Azura gave birth on a sunny tropical beach, doped up on magic potions to take away her pain.

Cerulea begrudgingly endured sex with Rodrig's ugly old ass over and over, struggling for years to birth one son, and he may not even be a son at all...Azura happily jumps Jelani's bone and pops out 3 sons at once, first try.

Cerulea's kids constantly annoy and disappoint her, and she resents them for not meeting her strict expectations...Meanwhile Azura loves her kids unconditionally and is proud of their individuality, imperfections and all.

I imagine Cerulea is fuming over all this. It chaps her ass every single day. She feels like she did everything "right" by obeying her mother and living by the holy Lindist doctrine...yet her heathen sister's life is still leagues better than hers, and Cerulea is too narrow-minded to understand why.

When she heard about the birth of her three nephews, she probably faked a polite smile and acted reserved as ever. "Hm. It's a shame their father is a foreigner, isn't it? If only my little sister cared about our kingdom the way I do. Excuse me for a moment..." then she retreats to her bedroom, softly closes the door, and just...angry-white-woman.gif

Rodrig uses the news as an opportunity to push his agenda. He writes a sermon about how Matuzans don't respect Lindist values and their whole culture is backwards. Deep down I think he is truly, deeply jealous of King Jelani, with his hot young wife, triplet male heirs, and free culture. He expresses this jealousy by writing scathing sermons about him.

When Lazuline heard the news of her triplet cousins' births, she just felt sad that she couldn't spend time with them. She desperately wishes her family would put aside their differences and get along.

Saphirra has the big horny for Jelani, but can't admit it because she knows her parents will disapprove of her thirsting over a foreign noble, especially one that is already married, and who they personally hate. But Saphirra's crush is as subtle as an atomic bomb, so they already know. Everyone knows. And they are disappointed in her--but not even slightly surprised.

Teal just parrots all the scathing things her mother says about Azura without having any opinions of her own, because she's not intelligent enough to think critically about anything. Danus simply agrees with his wife because it's easier than listening to her bitch at him. He really doesn't care about any of this drama. Frankly neither does Teal, but she has to pretend she does to please Mommy.

Cyana is fascinated by her aunt Azura, but is also forbidden from talking to her without her mother's supervision. Cerulea knows Azura will fill her head with "lies". I think Cyana would be very motivated to break the rules and contact Azura anyway.

Marine wants to meet the triplets and be "the best cousin ever". Cerulea tells her she is not allowed to interact with babies because she's too clumsy and she'd injure them somehow. Marine tantrums over this and accidentally breaks her own arm doing so. Point proven.

Skylie is too young to care about any of this family drama, she's off in her own little dream-world. I think she will care more when she's older and she realizes her auntie Azura may be her ticket to a better life.

Cobalt doesn't care about this either. The poor kid already has so much to worry about! I bet Cerulea and Indiga try not to talk about Azura around him at all. She's just "that bad lady who makes Mommy and Gramma mad". He may not even know he has cousins.

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This is one of the first songs I remember having heard in my life, because my mother used to sing it. It's a traditional Catalan song known as "a la vora de la mar" or "el mariner".

It's sung around all the Catalan-speaking territories with very few variations, but I have found that in some places of the Valencian Country the melody can be a bit different. You can listen to that version in this YouTube video.

This anonymous ballad has been passed down from generation to generation, particularly in the coastal areas of the Catalan Countries. Some academics who have studied folk songs say that it also spread to other European sailing cultures who came in contact with the Catalan sailors or fishermen.

Here's the most widespread lyrics in Catalan and the translation to English:

A la vora [or voreta] de la mar hi ha una donzella hi ha una donzella. Que en brodava un mocador que és per la reina [or la flor més bella] que és per la reina [or la flor més bella].

On the sea shore there is a maiden there is a maiden. Who was embroidering a shawl that is for the queen [or the most beautiful flower] that is for the queen [or the most beautiful flower].

Quan en fou a mig brodar li manca seda (x2). Gira els ulls envers la mar veu una vela (x2).

When she was in the middle of embroidering she didn't have enough silk. She turns her eyes towards the sea and sees a sail.

I veu venir un galió tot vora terra (x2), S'apropa un mariner que una nau mena (x2).

And she sees a galeon near the land, a sailor who leads a ship is coming closer.

– Mariner, bon mariner, que en porteu seda? (x2) – De quin color la voleu, blanca o vermella? (x2)

"Sailor, good sailor, do you carry silk?" "What colour do you want it, white or red?"

– Vermelleta la vull jo, que és millor seda. La donzella entrà a la nau, trià la seda.

"I want it red, because it's a finer silk." The maiden entered the ship, chose the silk.

Mariner es posà a cantar cançons novelles, amb el cant del mariner s'ha adormideta.

The sailor started singing new songs, with the sailor's singing she has fallen asleep.

I amb el soroll de la mar, ella es desperta. Quan ella s’ha despertat ja no en veu terra.

And with the sound of the sea, she wakes up. When she has woken up, she can't see the land anymore.

–Mariner, bon mariner, torneu-me a terra. –Això sí que no ho faré, que heu de ser meva.

"Sailor, good sailor, take me back to the land." "I won't do that, because you must be mine."

–De tres germanes que som, sóc la més bella. L'una porta vestit d'or, l'altra de seda.

"Out of my two sisters and I, I'm the most beautiful one. One of them wears a dress of gold, and the other [sister] wears [a dress] of silk."

I jo, pobreta de mi, de sargil negre. L’una es casada amb un Duc, l’altra és princesa, i jo pobreta de mi, sóc marinera.

"And I, poor me, [I wear a dress] of poor quality black wool. One of them is married to a Duke, the other one is a princess, and I, poor me, I'm a sailor."

–No sou marinera, no, que en sereu reina, que jo sóc el fill del rei de l’Anglaterra.

"You're not a sailor, no, you will be queen, because I'm the son of the king of England."

A la vora [or voreta] de la mar hi ha una donzella. Que en brodava un mocador que és per la reina [or la flor més bella].

On the sea shore there is a maiden. Who was embroidering a shawl that is for the queen [or the most beautiful flower].

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20 de juliol - Hadzabe i Detonga

A les 7:00 del matí, ja esmorzats, marxem direcció al llac Eyasi. Vaig quedar ja fa uns mesos amb el Gorjo, que es el guía / contacte amb els Hadzabe. L'Stanley el coneix, aquí tots es coneixen.

Els Hadzabe es una tribu dels últims que queden al món com a caçadors-recolectors. No conreuen ni tenen ramats, només cacen (els homes) i recolecten (les dones).

La carretera deixa anar molta pols però és una mica millor que la d'ahir.

Trobem el Gorjo, que ens espera al punt de control, ens saludem i puja al cotxe. Es molt simpàtic i porta unes rastes que li queden de conya.

Seguim endins per una carretera més difícil fins que arribem a una esplanada amb un arbre on estan els Hadzabe esperant. Fem les presentacions xocant els punys i un d'ells, força jove, ens explica coses que el Gorjo va traduint. Ens ensenya fletxes i ens explica per a que serveix cadascuna. Una pels monos, un altre per ocells, un altre pels Pumba, etc. Ho explica rient i fent una mica el tonto. El llenguatge que fan servir es molt similar al dels bosquimans de Namíbia, amb sons fets amb la llengua sonant "clec". Es quasi impossible de reproduir.

Després el Gorjo ens diu que anem a caçar. Marxem amb tres d'ells per l'estepa, i els anem seguint. Ells van a la seva i molt simpàtics no semblen. Un es un nen d'uns 10 anys.

Anem caminant buscant algo per caçar fins que el nen, uns 20 minuts després, arriba amb un ocellet de color groc que ha caçat.

Se'l penja al coll i anem fins una ombra on fan foc amb un pal, hi posen l'ocellet al damunt i se'l jalen amb quasi totes les plumes i tot. Apa, ja han esmorzat. Ens n'han ofert però hem declinat amablement.

Havent-se fotut el pobre ocell, es lien un porret de marihuana i se'l fumen. El Gorjo diu que tot el dia fumen herba, tant homes com dones.

Tornem a l'esplanada on hi ha les dones assegudes al terra i unes quantes criatures petites. Les fotografiem (ens fa cosa però és deixen). Una nena petita porta un vestit de princesa com la de Frozen que ves a saber d'on l'han tret. La Joana es fixa amb una altra nena d'uns dos o tres anys, li pregunta com es diu però no entenem que diu, fins que el Gorjo ens diu que ha dit "María" i es posa a riure. Diu que alguns noms els treuen dels turistes.

La nena li pregunta al Gorjo si ell va amb els homes blancs (que som nosaltres) i desprès li diu que ella també té una persona blanca a casa (es una nina, entenem). Ens posem a riure i ens mira com extranyada. La Joana li dóna una samarreta, l'hi posa i li queda com si fos un vestit. La nena sembla contenta, però la mare ni fu ni fa.

Després s'ajunten tots i fan un ball. Per acabar, passem per una zona on tenen una mica d'artesania i els hi comprem algunes cosetes. Una de les noies es guapíssima. Paguem amb dòlars i el Gorjo s'encarrega d'explicar quin valor tenen els bitllets i de comptar-los.

Després els canviaran per Shillings (moneda de Tanzania) als conductors dels turistes.

Ens acomiadem i el Gorjo ens porta ara a veure els Detonga, que son ferrers. En arribar ens esperen unes cinc o sis dones més elegants i netes que les Hadzabe, i més guapes. Saludem dient "Seiyu" i donant la mà a tothom, literalment.

Hi ha tres nens petits, un es diu "Diners" i l'altra "Pneumàtics". Tal qual.

Entrem a una cabana i ens pregunten coses com ara quantes vaques vaig pagar per la meva dona, si tenía més dones, quants fills i si erem tots quatre la mateixa família o erem dues families.

Després es posen a batre blat de moro per fer farina amb una pedra i fan que la Joana i la Montse ho facin també. Tot això, cantant i donant palmades. Qualsevol cosa que diuen o diem ho acaben aplaudint.

Ens miren constantment i nosaltres les mirem constantment. El Manel els ensenya fotos del Pol i l'Aina i riuen encantades.

Després vesteixen la Joana i la Montse amb vestits i joies i ens fem fotos a la sortida.

A continuació anem a una altra zona on hi ha els homes fent puntes de fletxa. Agafen ferralla que han trobat (canonades velles, aixetes, candaus, etc) i ho fonen allà mateix. Amb un clau llarg fan una punta de fletxa en 10 minuts. Aquests puntes després les compren els Hadzabe per caçar, amb els diners que fan aguantant els turistes.

Comprem algunes coses més pagant més diners del que valen però fent-ho a gust. Es el que cal fer.

Finalment ens acomiadem dient "ezebé" i anem al càmping del Gorjo (es el propietari) i dinem allà el picnic. El Gorjo ha portat polenta, que es típic, i vedella feta a trossos que està boníssima. Ens la mengem amb les mans, com déu mana.

Acabem fent un cafè molt bo a Karatu, al Lilac cafè.

[lanietadelatierra]

Denethor había elegido el mejor estilo para ella. Ordenó a las siervas a prepararla lo más hermosa para su funeral. Ellas la lavaron de pies a cabeza, luego le pusieron un vestido brilloso de seda blanco que le cubría todo su cuerpo incluyendo el cuello para que no se viese el tajo abierto producto de la daga que le provoco el fallecimiento. Después la peinaron y la maquillaron y le colocaron un velo sobre su rostro. Ya en el ataúd de madera de noble, que Denethor había ordenado construir especialmente para ella, le juntaron las manos sobre su vientre y entre ellas le pusieron un ramo de rosas negras. El gran salón estaba adornado con candelabros y coronas de diversas flores donde predominaban los colores oscuros tales como el negro y violeta. 

Fue muy difícil aquel momento para mí. Yo fui la primera que se acercó al ataúd. Denethor y sus dos hijos, Boromir y Faramir se encontraban junto al ataúd. No podía ver a mi madre así yaciendo en un ataúd. Aún era joven y tenía toda una vida por delante, pero alguien le arrebato sus sueños. Al acercarme, incline mi cabeza y me arrodille unos segundos. Luego me recompuse y me acerqué a su cara. Le levante el velo. “rest in peace, my lady” dije y le di un beso en la frente conteniéndome las lágrimas. Luego le bajé el velo y miré a los tres y ellos asintieron con la cabeza.  

Mi madre había contraído matrimonio con Denethor y así se convirtió en reina y yo en princesa. Así conocí a Boromir. Al entrelazar nuestras miradas por primera vez sentimos una fuerte conexión. Sus ojos verdes me impactaron y se quedaron guardados en mi memoria. Denethor había aceptado nuestra relación y estaba buscando una fecha adecuada para unirnos en matrimonio.  

En aquel momento yo estaba comprometida con Boromir. Recuerdo que mi madre se puso muy feliz de que me comprometiera con el capitán de Gondor y recuerdo sus sabias palabras: “I'm really happy for you. You will be a good wife. Remember you must not love the sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow its swiftness, nor a warrior for his glory. You must love only which they defend”... 

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𝕍𝕒𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕖𝕟 (𝟞𝟛 𝕒. ℂ.-𝟙𝟙𝟘 𝕒. ℂ.) 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖 𝕪 𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣

Vaegon Targaryen fue el hijo mas desconocido de Jaehaerys I y Alysanne Targaryen, debido a que era un joven frío, solitario y con pocos intereses en la vida siendo considerado como un príncipe aburrido y poco amigable.

El príncipe no sentía ningún interés por la milicia y tampoco por las mujeres pese a que en un principió se pensó en comprometerlo con su hermana Daella Targaryen, pero tras Vaegon humillar a su hermana durante una cena se decidió que ambos no se casarían.

En 78 d.C., el rey Jaehaerys y la reina Alysanne preguntaron al Gran Maestre Elysar si Vaegon tenía inclinación para convertirse en maestre. Aunque el Gran Maestre contestó firmemente que "no", confesó que Vaegon podría tener lo que se necesita para convertirse en un archimaestre. Como tal, tres días después, Vaegon fue convocado por el rey Jaehaerys, donde se le dijo que tomaría el barco hacia Antigua dentro de quince días.

Se sabe que Vaegon fue recibido por su hermana Maegelle Targaryen que era Septa en Antigua y se decía que ambos mantuvieron una relación cordial, siendo la princesa septa la única que era cercana al príncipe.

En la Ciudadela de Antigua, Vaegon se convertiría en un archimaestre, portando el anillo, el báculo y la máscara de oro amarillo. Aunque en ocasiones le escribía a sus padres, sus palabras eran cordiales pero no había calidez en las cartas. El príncipe no fue bien aceptado por algunos de sus compañeros debido a su comportamiento y su poco tacto al hablar, aun que se dice que tenia una buena mano para la alquimia, la astrología y las matemáticas e incluso se dice que empezó a escribir las primeras paginas para un libro.

Al final Vaegon terminaría su primer libro llamado “La oscuridad y la alquimia” haciendo una critica directa sobre los elementos naturales, además de hablar de las propiedades del fuego que extinguió Valyria afirmando que no se trataba de una maldición sino de un accidente. Su libro fue criticado por los maestres de su tiempo e incluso se dice que el rey Jaehaerys I quedo decepcionado con la forma de pensar tan arraigada y poco santa de su hijo. Aun que se dice que estos escritos le ganaron cierta fama entre sus compañeros que llegaron a admirar sus estudios.

En el 90 d. C., Vaegon acepto viajar junto a su hermano Baelon a Invernalia para negociar la liberación de su hermana menor, Viserra Targaryen que había quedado viuda de Theomore Manderly. Durante su estancia en el Norte el archimaestre escribió su obra maestra conocida como “El invierno de la Muerte” donde relataba las inmensas temperaturas que se vivían allí y sobre las bajas temperaturas que hacían en el Muro. Su libro fue bien apreciado y se llego a ganar cierta popularidad en Invernalia y en la Ciudadela.

Poco mas se sabe de la vida de Vaegon aun que se cree que siguió ejerciendo su trabajo como archimaestre por el resto de su vida y escribió unos cuantos libros mas, siendo uno de ellos su autobiografía conocida como “El Sindragón”. En cierto punto Vaegon fue considerado como el Padre de la Alquimia moderna gracias a sus numerosos descubrimientos sin descanso y a sus dos exitosos libros.

Debido a sus largas jornadas de trabajo y a los pocos descansos, Vaegon acabaría enfermando gravemente y padecía de varios ataques de tos. Al final quedo postrado en una cama donde lo único que podía hacer era quejarse por su gran debilidad y se llego a creer que padecía de gota. Al final Vaegon Targaryen “El Sindragón” acabaría falleciendo en el 110 d. C., a los 47 años de edad debido a su extrema debilidad y se dice que fue acompañado por su hermana Maegelle Targaryen la única compañía que le quedaba.

𝕍𝕒𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕖𝕟 (𝟞𝟛 𝕒. ℂ-𝟙𝟙𝟘 𝕒. ℂ) 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕞𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣

Vaegon Targaryen was the most unknown son of Jaehaerys I and Alysanne Targaryen, because he was a cold, lonely young man with few interests in life being considered a boring and unfriendly prince.

The prince did not feel any interest in the militia and neither in women, although at first it was thought of engaging him with his sister Daella Targaryen, but after Vaegon humiliated his sister during a dinner it was decided that both would not be would marry.

In 78 a. C., King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne asked Grand Master Elysar if Vaegon was inclined to become a master. Although the Grand Master firmly answered "no", he confessed that Vaegon might have what it takes to become an Archmaster. As such, three days later, Vaegon was summoned by King Jaehaerys, where he was told that he would take the ship to Oldtown within fifteen days.

It is known that Vaegon was greeted by his sister Maegelle Targaryen who was a Septa in Oldtown and the two were said to have a cordial relationship, the Septa princess being the only one who was close to the prince.

In the Citadel of Oldtown, Vaegon would become an archmasters, wearing the yellow gold ring, staff, and mask. Although he sometimes wrote to his parents, his words were cordial but there was no warmth in the letters. The prince was not well accepted by some of his companions due to his behavior and his little tact when speaking, although it is said that he had a good hand for alchemy, astrology and mathematics and it is even said that he began to write the first pages for a book.

In the end Vaegon would finish his first book called "Darkness and Alchemy" by making a direct criticism of the natural elements, in addition to talking about the properties of the fire that extinguished Valyria, stating that it was not a curse but an accident. His book was criticized by the masters of his time and it is even said that King Jaehaerys I was disappointed with the deeply ingrained and unholy way of thinking of his son. Although it is said that these writings earned him a certain fame among his colleagues who came to admire his studies.

In 90 a. C., Vaegon agreed to travel with his brother Baelon to Winterfell to negotiate the release of his younger sister, Viserra Targaryen, who had become Theomore Manderly's widow. During his stay in the North, the archimaestre wrote his masterpiece known as "The Winter of Death" where he recounted the immense temperatures that were lived there and about the low temperatures that were in the Wall. His book was well appreciated and gained some popularity in Winterfell and the Citadel.

Little else is known about Vaegon's life, although it is believed that he continued to do his job as Archmaester for the rest of his life and wrote a few more books, one of them being his autobiography known as "The dragonless" . At one point Vaegon was regarded as the Father of modern Alchemy thanks to his many relentless discoveries and his two successful books.

Due to the long working hours and the few breaks from him, Vaegon would end up becoming seriously ill and suffering from several coughing fits. In the end he was bedridden where the only thing he could do was complain about his great weakness and he came to believe that he suffered from gout. In the end Vaegon Targaryen "The dragonless" would end up dying in 110 a. C., at 47 years of age due to his extreme weakness and it is said that he was accompanied by his sister Maegelle Targaryen the only company he had left.

[michaeldemiurgossociety]

Another head canon/small vignette from lledron

(From Legendarytobes - I did the translation so forgive me for any flaws or errors).

Original text from @lledron

He leído muchos fics de Lucifer de aged, pero solo dos de Michael de aged.

Ahora tengo una pequeña escritura.

Un escalofrío recorrió la espalda de Chloe. Lucifer había asaltado la ropa vieja de Trixie y se había puesto un vestido blanco con volantes. Su amante convertido en un niño de cuatro años estaba en cuclillas haciéndole trenzas a su gemelo, quien abrazaba a la vieja señorita Alien.

—¿Señora humana, ha llegado mi paquete?

 Chloe se reprimió a sí misma por permitirle a Trixie que le enseñará a Lucifer a usar el celular y, por ende, las compras virtuales. Lucifer aprendía rápido y Michael aún más. Eran como esponjas, pequeñas esponjas con alas letales.

 —Mi nombre es Chloe. Pero sí,ya han llegado…

Ella dejó las cajas al lado de los dos pequeños niños alados.

Michael fue quien se levantó primero y rompió la caja; Lucifer se le unió, pero perdió el interés cuando encontró las bolsas de espuma.

Para dos niños, arcángeles o no, ella habría esperado autos, soldados de juguete ( en el caso de Michael),a lo sumo un par de superhéroes. Nunca pensó que Lucifer pediría la colección completa de la casa de Barbie o que Michael sacaría a un oso de peluche, dos dinosaurios , tres muñecas de trapo, un dragón ( ella creía que era el pequeño dragón negro de la trilogía, “ Cómo entrenar a tu dragón”), una mini cocina de cocina y uno de té.

Michael intentó armar él solo la cocina, pero luego rompió a llorar.

—¡Tranquilo, tranquilo!¿Te ayudaré, quieres?

Michael asintió y esperó a que ella terminará. La vista del maldito arcángel usando un vestido azul, con trenzas a juego, era ominosa. Pero pronto Michael fue arrastrado por su gemelo para empezar una fiesta de té con la barbie princesa y la barbie bailarina.

Eso duró dos minutos, pero en ese tiempo, esa escucho las palabras melodiosas saliendo de esas bocas.

Luego, Michael fue por otra caja por más Barbies y sacó a la familia de Barbie, Ken y… un bebé.

Lucifer rompió a llorar y Michael aventó el juguete contra la pared.

—¡Michael, eso no se hace!

El aludido comenzó a temblar.

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Ni en sus sueños más locos, se hubiera imaginado que Dios y la Diosa aparecerían en la comisaría para anunciarles a sus tres hijos que se iban a divorciar, oficialmente. Y ni en sus pesadillas se imaginó que los gemelos se autorrealizaron para afrontar el dolor en niños pequeños.

Sí, los ángeles no tienen roles de género como los niños humanos. Así que Michael quiere peluches suaves que él puede abrazar y Lucifer quiere muñecas barbie para vestir y empoderarse ( seamos sinceros, Barbie es la muñeca más emporada de la historia). Me imaginó que los gemelos se culparon porque sus padres se van a divorciar y ya no hay vuelta atrás. Su familia está rota, y los gemelos piensan que son los culpables, Michael porque es un lisiado que no sirve para nada y Lucifer porque es un mal hijo.

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Translated Text (again pardon my mistakes):

“I have read many stories about a de-aged Lucifer, but only two about a de-aged Michael.

Now, I have a small bit of writing [on that topic].

A chill ran down Chloe’s back. Lucifer had taken some old clothes of Trixie’s and had put on a white dress with frills. Chloe’s lover has been transformed into a child about four years of age, who is squatting down to braid his identical twin’s hair. Michael is hugging the old Miss Alien.

[Lucifer asks] “Mrs. Human, has my package arrived?”

Chloe hadn’t stopped or suppressed Trixie from teaching [de-aged] Lucifer how to use a cell phone and, because of this, he’s shopped online. He learned fast, and Michael even faster.

[Chloe corrects Lucifer] “My name is ‘Chloe.’ But yes, the packages have arrived…”

She leaves the boxes by the side of the two, small, winged boys.

Michael was the one who got up first and opened the box; Lucifer joins him, but he loses interest when he finds foam bags.

For both boys, archangels or not, they would have waited for toy cars, toy soldiers (really for Michael), and a pair of superheroes. She never would have thought that Lucifer would have asked for a complete collection of Barbies and the Barbie Dream House or that Michael would pick out a fuzzy teddy bear, two dinosaurs, three raggedy Anne dolls, a dragon (Chloe believed the dragon was the small, black one from “How to Train Your Dragon”), a mini kitchen, and a tea set.

Michael tried to then set up the play kitchen all by himself, but then he starts to cry.

Chloe says, “Calm down. Calm down. I’ll help you. What do you want?”

Michael agreed with Chloe and waited for her to finish putting the kitchen together. The view of the evil archangel included him in a blue dress with decorative/playful braids and was still a bit ominous. But son, Michael is yanked away by his identical twin to start a tea party with the Princess and Ballerina Barbies.

The tea party lasted two minutes, but in this time, Chloe could hear harmonious words leaving from those little mouths. [They were getting along.]

Them Michael went o the other box for more Barbies and took the whole family---Barbie, Ken and…a baby.

Then, Lucifer started to cry, and Michael threw the toys against the wall.

“Michael! Don’t do that!” Chloe admonished.

Michael started to tremble.

*

Neither in their craziest dreams, would they have imagined that God and the Mother of Angels would appear at the precinct to announce to the three angels [including Amenadiel] that they were getting an official, final divorce. And never in their nightmares would anyone imagine that the twins would have self-actualized into small boys to brave the pain.

Yes, the angels don’t really have gender roles the same way human children do. In that way, Michael likes stuffed animals the he can hug, and Lucifer likes Barbie dolls to dress up and empower (and we’re being sincere; Barbie is the most empowering doll in history). I imagined the twins feeling so much guilt for their parents divorcing and, this time, not coming back together after. Their family is broken, and the twins think it’s all their fault. Michael thinks it because he’s crippled and can’t serve any purpose, and Lucifer thinks it because he’s “the bad son.”

[maximumphilosopheranchor]

“… cuando supo que su tercer parto “fue largo y me dicen que trabajoso”, el rey prorrumpió en un largo sermón en el que le decía que

lo sería siempre que os pusieréis a parir en silla y no en camilla, que es cosa muy peligrosa ponerse temprano en la silla; y creo cierto que fue esto la causa de la muerte de la princesa mi primera mujer. Y a vuestras dos madres, que parieron siempre en camilla, véis cuán bien les sucedió.

“Decídselo así de mi parte al duque que no consienta otra cosa”, concluía tajantemente. Tres meses más tarde, Felipe todavía no se había calmado; volvió a repetirle a su hija que su siguiente parto “sea siempre de aquí adelante en camilla y no en silla en ninguna manera del mundo”.”

“… when he [Philip] learned that her [Catalina Micaela’s] third childbirth “was long and they tell me that it was laborious”, the king burst into a long sermon in which he told her that

it would be as long as you give birth in a chair and not in bed, since it is a very dangerous thing to get on the chair early; and I believe it is certain that this was the cause of the death of the princess, my first wife. And you see how well it went for your two mothers, who always gave birth in bed.

"Tell the duke thus on my part, so he doesn't consent to anything else," he concluded bluntly. Three months later, Philip still hadn't calmed down; he repeated to his daughter that her next delivery “be always in bed from now on and not in a chair in any way in the world.””

Geoffrey Parker, Felipe II: La biografía definitiva

Translation: as always, Google translator and me

Philip’s concern about his daughter’s childbirth is so moving. Even more so when you remember that Catalina Micaela eventually died in childbirth. Also, it shows that Maria Manuela’s death had a profound and lasting impact on Philip.

[nothing-gonna-stop-us-now]

Six months after the princess birth, in a small Scottish town, young prince Sam Roland was born. Little Sam grew up so close to his castle and dreaming of being King Arthur. At 12, he left the South of Scotland and moved to Edinburg, there,he realized he wanted to be an actor. So in 2000 he went to classes at RSC and three years later he graduated. He left behind Scotland and moved to London. There he worked sometimes as an actor, sometimes as a waiter. At age of 23, he had already work in plays and he had been nominated for a Lawrence Olivier Award. Small movies like a Princess for Christmas, First light or Heart of lightness, were his first steps as an actor. In 2013, this young Scotman was about to give up, when he got the part of Jamie Fraser in a new TV show, Outlander. He didn´t imagine that in August Cupid was going to surprise him. Prince Sam fell in love and he would have to face the evil forces of God Sony, LG and Starz to have a relatioship with his beloved princess. He is still fighting against them, but at the end, love always win, and Prince Sam and Princess caitriona will win the battle

Seis meses después del nacimiento de la princesa, en una pequeña población escocesa, nació un joven príncipe, Sam Roland. El pequeño Sam creció cerca de su castillo y soñando con ser el Rey Arturo. A los 12 dejó atrás el sur de Escocia, para mudarse a Edimburgo, ahí se dio cuenta de que quería ser actor, así que en el 2000 empezó a estudiar arte dramático y tres años más tarde se graduó en el RCS. Dejó su Escocia natal para irse a Londres, donde de vez en cuando le salía algo como actor, pero sobrevivía con otros tipos de trabajo. A los 23, ya había trabajado en producciones teatrales e incluso había estado nominado a un premio. Pequeñas producciones como A princess for Christmas, First light o heart of lightness fueron sus primeros pasos. Este joven escocés estaba a punto de darse por vencido cuando en 2013, consiguió el papel del protagonista masculino en OL, lo que él no se imaginaba es que en Agosto de ese mismo año, Cupido iba a hacer de las suyas. El príncipe Sam, se tendría que enfrentar a las fuerzas malignas de los dioses Sony, Lionsgate y Starz, para continuar con su amada princesa. Todavía está luchando contra ellos, pero al final el amor es más fuerte y ellos ganarán la batalla.

[thisiswhatshefelt]

For Olivia | Chapter Three

Author’s Note: We’re still in fluffy territory right now, but things pick up in the next part. I’m having so much fun writing this! Hey, look at me. Writing fluff. Who would have thought? Not me. Characters: Chef Coco Cruz & Black OC

Chapter Summary: Coco and Olivia officially meet for the first time. Previous Chapter: Two

Chapter Three On Park Sundays, Olivia’s always the first one to stir in the apartment. There’s an initial panic just as Shanice remembers what’s supposed to happen on this particular Sunday, but the feeling subsides to an undercurrent as she’s getting Olivia ready. Shanice takes her time in the closet, carefully considering her wardrobe this morning. She opts for a fitted tee and jeans instead of her usual hoodie and hat combo.

She catches her reflection in the mirror and slows her movements, suddenly finding this extra work is ridiculous for someone who may not even show. The anxiety begins to creep up again, slinking into the room.

What if she hates him? Shanice thinks. Or worse, what if she loves him and then he abandons her?

She doesn’t dwell on these thoughts for very long because Olivia is pulling her out the door soon after finishing breakfast. Shanice is still chewing a piece of toast when they get onto the highway.

They’re only at the playground for half an hour and Olivia’s disheveled clothing already looks like she’s halfway through finishing a decathlon. Shanice is watching Olivia go down the slide when she receives a text from Coco, signaling that he’s five minutes away. She beckons to Olivia, and she reluctantly trudges over.

“I don’t wanna leave yet,” Olivia begins to whine in protest.

“No, no, we’re not leaving,” Shanice shakes her head. “Remember I’ve been telling you that mommy’s friend from the other night might come to the park?”

Olivia shrugs, longingly gazing over at the rush of kids now heading to the wooden pirate ship. “The man that bringed the pizza?”

“He didn’t bring–” Shanice shakes the thought out of her head. “Yes, him. He’s coming over here to say hello.”

“How come?”

“Well, you know, he really likes the park, so when I told him we were going to be here, he asked to join us,” Shanice explains in logic that only makes sense to a child. “All you have to do is say hello and remember your manners. That’s it.”

Olivia waits impatiently, fidgeting back and forth on her feet. Shanice is thankful when she finally catches a glimpse of Coco rising from a car in the parking lot. She lifts Olivia and sets the child on her hip as Coco closes the distance between himself and the girls.

“Glad you made it,” Shanice greets him with a smile, and she’s genuinely relieved he’s kept this first promise. “Olivia, can you say hi to Johnny for me?”

Olivia shrinks at the attention, as she usually does with strangers. “Hi,” she says, turning into Shanice’s shoulder.

Coco’s lips part into a crescent, but he can only suck in a quick, soundless breath. His mouth wordlessly falters before smiling and giving way to simple yet weighted beginnings. “It’s nice to meet you, Olivia. You can call me Coco if you want.”

“Kay,” Olivia’s voice comes out no more than a breath as she lays her head on Shanice’s shoulder and pulls a few of Shanice’s shoulder-length twists over her eyes. Olivia curls in closer, attempting to disappear against the woman.

“It’s alright,” Shanice whispers back, giving a small squeeze. It’s alright, it’s alright. “Do you want to go back?”

Olivia nods slowly and Shanice lets her slink back to the ground.

“Where I can see you!” Shanice calls out to the small, retreating figure before stepping off to the side with some of the other parents. Coco sidesteps to follow her lead.

“Sorry.” Shanice can’t help but apologize. “Olivia’s just really shy around people.”

“Not your fault I’m a stranger,” Coco says. “Maybe I should’ve brought her a gift or something-”

“She doesn’t need gifts,” Shanice shakes her head, holding up her hand to stop him mid-sentence. “Just a little time, if you’re willing to give her yours. She’s a completely different kid when she’s comfortable.”

Coco’s sheepish gaze lands on Olivia and it follows her as she chases another girl over to the ship’s nautical wheel. Without taking his eyes off the children, he starts speaking. “I got another daughter, you know. That hostess at the restaurant?” He turns to Shanice, and she nods to both acknowledge and encourage. “My mom pretty much raised her as my sister until she was twelve. That’s when we let her know, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so pissed. Got her a laptop and a new phone, thinking it would make her happy. She set them both behind my car one day, so I rolled right over them when I was backing out.”

Shanice suddenly snorts and Coco looks at her strangely at the outburst. She cups her mouth with both hands, but it does little to stifle her growing laughter. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to say all that.”

“I didn’t even mean to unload that family drama on you,” Coco chuckles, watching her laughter settle. His face contorts into an incredulous half-grin. “Don’t know why I even told you that.”

Shanice understands what he means. Their first two meetings they share are tense, but she allows herself to be nicer today until she’s given a reason not to be. As they speak, this moment is oddly comfortable. Like meeting an old friend…under the strangest circumstances.

“I haven’t been a teacher very long,” Shanice begins, composing herself, “But I’ve learned that teenagers are some of the most vindictive people in the world. Exceptional grudge-holders. It’s pretty impressive, actually.”

Coco smiles as he nods, thoughts briefly somewhere else. “Yeah, Letty’s good at that.”

“Couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t in school,” Shanice leads, trying not to seem like she’s being judgmental or prying, but she is pretty nosy.

“We’re in the middle of moving her into my place. I gotta get her registered for school and all that, so my mom can go traveling Europe and shiiii…” Coco’s voice strains towards the end when he realizes he’s about to swear in the middle of the playground. “She deserves to travel and have some fun after raising Letty. But it’s about to be all on me, and I’m just…”

“Scared?” she offers, and he shrugs. “Understandable. I’m not an expert, but kids mostly just need to feel safe, be encouraged, and be able to trust you.”

“I had all that and still ended up in jail.”

“Good point,” She playfully concedes with a shrug. “Sometimes you just gotta cross your fingers and hope for the best.”

After a beat, he knits his eyebrows together as he recalls something. “Wait, where do you teach?”

“I’m an English teacher at Damon Pope.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise, “That’s where Letty starts on Monday.”

“Really?” Shanice shares a similar look of disbelief. “So, you don’t live too far away from us.”

“Right at the edge of town,” he tells her. They get quiet, leaving things unsaid. He’d been living so close to Olivia and didn’t even realize until recently. Within the same school district.

Their conversation is benign after the awkward break. They opt for small talk until Olivia runs over with wood chips sticking to her feet and her hair coming out of her puffs.

“Can we go eat?” she asks, huffing and puffing.

“You want your PB&J?” Shanice asks, reaching to fix her hair.

“PB&J and pizza!” Olivia exclaims with a smile, throwing her tiny fists in the air.

Shanice makes a disgusted face, “Pizza again?”

Coco chimes in with an idea. “How about somethin’ with less preservatives? You two could come back to the restaurant.”

Olivia’s stomach answers for them both. ________

Once at Tres Reyes, Shanice is again overwhelmed by the amazing smell coming from the kitchen. She’d been secretly craving the food since stepping foot inside the restaurant. Letty’s at the front desk and she does a double take when she sees Coco being followed in by Shanice and the little girl.

“This is Letty,” Coco tells her, tapping his hand on the podium twice to pull her attention towards him. She is unabashedly staring at the child. Her little sister. “Letty, this is Shanice and Olivia.”

Shanice and Letty share very heavy nice to meet you’s.

“Where’s jefe?” He asks with a nod.

“Next door, yelling at Chucky again,” Letty tells him, staring at Olivia.

Letty puffs out her cheeks and crosses her eyes, making Olivia giggle through her teeth against Shanice’s shoulder.

“She’s so cute,” Letty gushes, but her voice is low as she seems to be speaking only to herself.

Coco surveys the restaurant with a glance. “It’s pretty slow, you want to help me with something?”

Letty nods.

“I’m gonna bring out a few things,” Coco says as he leads them through the restaurant before landing at a booth near the service window.

Coco throws an arm over Letty’s shoulder and whispers something in her ear as they walk towards the kitchen. By the soothing look in his eyes, Shanice can tell it’s an apology. He doesn’t expect to have his two daughters meet this way, and the weight of the moment doesn’t fully register until now. They go to the back for a while and an older woman with long dark hair approaches the table.

“I’m Vicki,” the waitress greets them. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Just a ginger ale for me, please,” Shanice says.

Vicki turns to Olivia, “And what about you, princesa?”

“Apple juice, please,” Olivia speaks slightly muffled, biting the collar of her shirt. Shanice tugs the fabric from between her teeth.

Vicki smiles, giving them both a knowing look before walking away from the table. She wonders how many people Coco has told about what’s happening. Everyone is in on this big secret except Olivia.

Coco and Letty soon walk out with three trays filled with small bowls of toppings. On a single tray was a small tortilla. They place them on the table and Letty seems to linger until the restaurant door opens. She hesitates but leaves to tend to the incoming customers.

“This is kinda like a pizza. We can put anything on it,” Coco explains, picking up the first bowl.

Shanice encourages the moment, “This all looks so good, doesn’t it, Mushroom?”

Olivia only nods, still uncomfortable about her surroundings. She settles onto her knees with her hands flat on the table as she leans closer. She scrunches her face up, squinting with one eye at something in particular. “Where’s a’sauce?”

“We’re gonna spread this on it instead,” Coco says, holding up the bowl of refried beans. He demonstrates spreading it on half the tortilla. “You wanna try?”

Shanice watches as the words spark excitement in Olivia’s eyes. What Olivia actually hears is ‘You wanna help me make a mess?’ Her favorite pastime. She takes the spoon Coco’s offers and starts spreading the beans on the rest of the tortilla.

“Good, now you can put anything you want on it,” Coco tells her, pushing a bowl of shredded cheese towards her.

She dips her little fingers in the bowl and starts sprinkling it all over the pizza, but it mostly gets on the table. She takes some of the cheese from the table in the other hand and stuffs it in her mouth.

“Hey!” Shanice says, briefly tickling both Olivia’s sides, eliciting a loud laugh. She involuntarily brings her arms down to shield her sides. “Don’t eat all the ingredients!” Olivia just eats more, laughing louder.

Coco gets a playful look on his face before taking a small piece of diced tomato. He throws the piece in the air and catches it in his mouth. Olivia is astonished, immediately tries to do the same with the cheese, but it ends up all around her like confetti. Some lands in her hair, but Olivia only laughs again.

“Boy…” Shanice slowly sets her gaze on Coco, giving him a comically blank stare.

Olivia has a diced tomato in her hand aimed like a baseball. She throws the tomato at Coco and he expertly catches it in his mouth. Before Shanice can say anything else, Olivia throws a handful of cheese at her, expecting Shanice to also catch it in her mouth, but it catches her off guard. Cheese falls on her chest and soldiers.

“Sorry,” Olivia sings, but she doesn’t look sorry at all. She’s smiling from ear to ear, stuffing more cheese in her mouth.

Coco lets out a laugh as Shanice eats the cheese from her shirt. In that moment, Shanice can see what Mel found attractive about him four years ago. She notices the dimple in his cheek deepening every time he smiles.

“Love that you taught her that,” Shanice says with playful sarcasm, as she picks cheese out of her hair. “Alright, let’s finish so we can eat the, uh…”

“It’s called a tlayuda,” Coco finishes.

“A yuda?” Olivia questions.

Coco smirks at her pronunciation “Yeah, it’s almost like a pizza.”

“Kay,” Olivia says, focusing on putting more toppings on the tlayuda.

A few moments later, Letty returns with a much neater version of the dish. Her mouth waters at the strips of steak, cheese, and fresh avocado loaded onto the tortilla.

“Sit with us?” Shanice suggests. Letty doesn’t hesitate, sliding next to Coco and bumping him in the process. Coco dramatically crashes into the booth’s half wall, eliciting another giggle from Olivia. Slowly, the little girl Shanice is familiar with begins to emerge.

“Hi, Olivia,” Letty greets her again. She’s trying to make eye contact with a preoccupied Olivia, as if she’s trying to get the attention of the cool kid at school. “I’m Letty.”

“Hi,” Olivia croaks out between haphazard bites of the tlayuda she’s made. She greets Letty out of reflex and immediately looks up when she realizes three sets of eyes are on her. Olivia suddenly plops down on Shanice’s lap, pushing the back of her head against her chest.

“So Letty,” Shanice begins, wrapping her arm across Olivia. “We’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other. I teach over at Damon Pope.”

“Forreal?” Letty asks slyly as she takes out her waitress pen and pad from her apron. She wets the pen with the tip of her tongue. “And which class is that again?”

Shanice lets out a small laugh when Coco’s eyebrows furrow suspiciously. “Why you wanna know?”

“I’m just assuming it wouldn’t hurt to know the teacher personally.”

“I teach English, but I’m kind of known for being a tough grader.”

“Ooh, then forget it,” Letty says, putting her pen and pad down on the table. Coco tsked.

Shanice can’t help but laugh, “Mr. Kochiss teaches British Lit, and I’ve heard a lot of students say that his class has a more…relaxed grading policy,” Shanice says, choosing her words correctly. “But you seem to be a very intelligent girl. If you want a class that’s a little more challenging, I teach Lit Comp. It’s an AP class, but if you’re serious, I’m sure we can work something out.”

“AP?” Letty’s eyebrows raise playfully. “So is that Kochiss with a K or a C?”

“Leticia,” Coco says, his voice coming out as more of a groan.

“Oh, what? I can’t joke now?” Letty asks innocently.

Shanice laughs into her first bite of tlayuda. She has to lean awkwardly over the table because Olivia is still parked on her lap with no intention of moving.

Shanice lets out an unexpected moan when she tastes the food. “This is so good.” She doesn’t realize the way she sounds until she looks up to find Coco’s half-lidded eyes on her. It’s just a flash, but it feels like an eternity when their eyes meet across the table. He quickly averts his eyes down to the table as he taps a song with his fingers.

“When will you…” Letty starts, oblivious to the previous interaction. It pulls Coco’s and Shanice’s attention back. “When are you going to, you know…tell her?”

Shanice loudly clears her throat. “Uh, not for a while. We all still need to get to know each other better. Get comfortable.”

“About that,” Coco interjects. “I was thinkin’ next time we could meet up at the beach.”

Olivia perks up again just then.

“We don’t say eachbay or oolpay or any large bodies of aterway around this one.” Shanice practically hisses the words as she pushes them through her teeth.

“Can we go to the eachbay today? Pleeeease?” Olivia begs.

Shanice threw her hands up in defeat. “Great, now I can’t even say it in pig Latin.”

Coco speaks up, “You know what would be better than going to the beach for just a little while today?”

“What?” Olivia surprisingly doesn’t shy away.

“Staying for the whole day on Saturday. If that’s okay with Shanice, of course.”

Olivia turns around so that she’s kneeling on Shanice’s thighs. The little girl takes Shanice by the face to whisper with wide eyes. “Can we go to the beach on Saddurday?”

Shanice whispers back, mirroring her animated expression. “Yes. As long as you’re good.” Olivia starts leaving greasy kisses all over Shanice’s forehead. “Alright, alright!” she says at full volume now. “Girl, you’re gonna take off my eyebrows.”

“And I could come too, maybe?” Letty asks as Olivia sits back down. For a moment, she’s just a little girl asking to tag along.

“Aye, you gotta be good too,” Coco teases.

Somewhere along the conversation Olivia falls asleep against Shanice’s chest. She looks down at the little girl and is thankful the day doesn’t turn out to be the disaster she’d imagined.

[laannie0803]

Ellyn Baratheon was a noblewoman from House Baratheon during the reign of kings Viserys I, Aegon II and Aegon III Targaryen. She was one of the four daughters of Lord Borros Baratheon of Storm's End. She and her sisters were known as the Four Storms.

At the start of the Dance of the Dragons, Prince Aemond Targaryen arrived at Storm's End. Lord Borros offered the hand of any of his daughters. Prince Aemond agreed to a betrothal, though the identity of the daughter is not known, save it was not Maris. The lord and prince were haggling over dates and dowries the morning Prince Lucerys arrived, who claimed he could not marry Ellyn or any of her sisters due to his betrothal to Rhaena Targaryen, and was sent away by Lord Borros.

Lady Elenda sent Cassandra, Ellyn, and Floris to represent House Baratheon at the coronation of Aegon III Targaryen and his wedding to Princess Jaehaera. She remained in court as a companion of Queen Jaehaera Targaryen while her mother departed the capital.

After Queen Jaehaera died, Lady Elenda put forward Ellyn and Cassandra as potential brides for Aegon III. She attended the ball known as the Maiden's Day Cattle Show. Ellyn asked the king if he liked her gown, and her sister later put it about that her question was if he liked her breasts.

Ellyn Baratheon fue la cuarta hija de Lord Borros Baratheon y Lady Elenda Caron.

Ellyn fue la cuarta hija de Lord Borros Baratheon y Lady Elenda Caron. Tuvo tres hermanas mayores, Cassandra, Maris y Floris.

En 129 d.C., al comienzo de la Danza de los Dragones, ambos bandos buscaron el apoyo de Bastión de Tormentas. El príncipe Aemond Targaryen, por los Verdes, llegó a la fortaleza para asegurarse la lealtad de Lord Borros mediante un matrimonio; se desconoce cuál de las "Cuatro Tormentas", apodo que recibían las hijas de Borros, fue la elegida. Poco después, el príncipe Lucerys Velaryon, por los Negros, llegó a Bastión de Tormentas buscando el apoyo de Lord Borros para la causa de su madre; Lucerys afirmó que no podía casarse con Ellyn ni con ninguna de sus hermanas, debido a su compromiso con Rhaena Targaryen, y fue expulsado por Lord Borros.

Tras la muerte de su padre y el nacimiento de su hermano menor en 131 d.C., Ellyn y sus hermanas Cassandra y Floris fueron enviadas por su madre a Desembarco del Rey para rendir pleitesía y asistir a la coronación del nuevo rey Aegon III Targaryen; su abuelo, Lord Royce Caron, las acompañó en calidad de guardián. Con ellos viajó Ser Willis Fell y la princesa Jaehaera Targaryen, quien había vivido en Bastión de Tormentas durante la guerra civil. En la capital asistieron a la boda del nuevo rey y la princesa Jaehaera.

En 133 d.C. la reina Jaehaera Targaryen murió en Desembarco del Rey; la Mano del Rey, Lord Unwin Peake, se apresuró a decidir que su hija sería la nueva consorte del rey Aegon III Targaryen. Sin embargo, muchos señores nobles del reino se opusieron y propusieron a sus propias candidatas. Lady Elenda declaró que sus hijas Cassandra y Ellyn serían excelentes candidatas, asistiendo ambas al Baile del Día de la Doncella. Ellyn le preguntó al rey si le gustaba su vestido, y su hermana más tarde hizo correr el rumor de que su pregunta había sido en verdad si le gustaban sus pechos.

[cristinborgia]

Catherine had four pregnancies and they all came to fruition with healthy children being born to adulthood.

Francis II of France- he was king of France for almost 30 years and considered a peacemaker king, succeeding in making peace with countries like Spain and England that had been in combat against the French since the reign of Francisco I.

Francisco married Leonor D’Este, one of the offspring Alfonso d'Este and Lucrezia Borgia. Francisco and Leonor had seven children, but only four would reach childhood and three died before the age of five:

Lucrezia of France (1526-1569) was queen of Poland when she married Seguismundo II of Poland. They had a son in common, Alexander II of Poland.

Felipe VII of France (1528-1581) was King of France for six years and was called “Felipe el loco” because of his delusions, his thirst for revenge and his mood swings. He died of malnutrition and was succeeded by his brother, Enrique.

Henry II of France (1529-1599) was king of France after succeeding his older brother, Philip VII and was considered an intelligent king, but not very sociable and cold-tempered. He married María Manuela from Portugal, having nine children with her.

Mary of Francia (1532-1588) was Princess of Wales when she married the heir to the crown, Enrique Tudor son of Enrique VIII of England who was the ex-husband of her grandmother, Catherine of Aragon. The couple had five children, but only two reached adulthood.

Margaret of France- she was queen consort of Denmark by marrying King Christian III of Denmark. Margarita was considered a beautiful woman like her mother, but she was more ambitious and flirtatious and she was a great influence on her husband.

It was a great influence for her children, especially for her son Henry I of Denmark and when he ascended to the throne upon the death of Cristian III in 1559, Margarita was his regent, but only four months after the death of her husband, the queen contracted smallpox and died shortly after at 44 years of age.

Her constant visits to her conjugal bed with her husband led to her giving birth to ten children, but two of these would die in infancy.

Henry I of Denmark (1536-1573) was King of Denmark and the first of his name to reign for 14 years. He was the adored son of his mother and was almost always by her side, being her greatest support. Enrique married his aunt, Dorotea from Denmark with whom he only had one son, Enrique. In his second nuptials he married his niece, Catherine of Denmark, with whom he had three children.

Stephen of Denmark (1538-1600) was a cardinal in Denmark, known as "The White Cardinal".

Christopher of Denmark (1541-1589) died single and without issue.

Alexandra of Denmark (1542-1590) remained single.

Carlota María of Denmark (1543-1563) was Princess of Asturias when she married Felipe of Austria, son of Felipe II of Spain. Charlotte bore two children to the prince, Alexander and Catherine, future queen consort of Denmark.

Catherine of Denmark (1545-1603) married her uncle Juan, the Younger, and they had a son, Juan.

Isabel Carolina (1549-1589) nun.

Charles of France- He was Duke of Brittany from his birth until his death. He was considered a good administrator of his territories, but also a casanova having different lovers and illegitimate children.

Carlos died in 1561 at 43 years of age from a hunting accident when he was shot with an arrow in the chest by one of his close friends.

He married Ana de Lorena and they both had five children, but only two would reach adulthood.

Philip of France (1538-1604) was Duke of Brittany on the death of his father. He morganatically married his mistress, Diana, with whom he had four children and all were legitimized by Francis II.

Anne Mauricia (1540-1577) she married the little brother of the Duke of Suffolk Henry Brandon, Charles Brandon and with him she had two daughters.

Isabella of France- she was Duchess of Viseu by marrying her nephew, Leonardo of Portugal, the only son of Duchess Maria of Portugal and her husband.

She was more the tutor than the wife of Leonardo helping him with the administration and expenses made by the Duchy of Viseu.

Isabella had a good life with her husband until he passed away in 1588, leaving the princess a widow. Isabella survived two more years until she died in 1590 at the age of 68 from a cardiac arrest.

Despite the great age difference between her fiancées, Isabella managed to give her husband three children:

Juan (1554-1620) was Duke of Viseu at the death of his father. He married Elena of Habsburg with whom he had two daughters, Elena and Ana.

María Carolina (1555-1605) was betrothed to her uncle, Felipe II of Spain to be her last wife, but the king ended up rejecting her because of her delicate health. She shortly after she became a nun.

Catalina Mariana (1559-1623) was Duchess of Parma when she married Alejandro Farnese and they both had six children.

Catalina tuvo cuatro embarazos y todos llegaron a buen termino naciendo niños saludables que llegaron a edad adulta.

Francisco II de Francia- Fue rey de Francia por casi 30 años y considerado como un rey pacificador logrando hacer la paz con países como España e Inglaterra que habían estado en combate contra los franceses desde el reinado de Francisco I.

Francisco se caso con Leonor D’Este, uno de los vástagos Alfonso d'Este y Lucrecia Borgia. Francisco y Leonor tuvieron siete hijos, pero solo cuatro llegarían a la infancia y tres murieron antes de los cinco años:

Lucrecia de Francia (1526-1569) fue reina de Polonia al casarse con Seguismundo II de Polonia. Tuvieron un hijo en común, Alejandro II de Polonia.

Felipe VII de Francia (1528-1581) fue rey de Francia por seis años y fue llamado “Felipe el loco” por sus delirios, su sed de venganza y cambios de humor. Falleció victima de desnutrición siendo sucedido por su hermano, Enrique.

Enrique II de Francia (1529-1599) fue rey de Francia tras suceder a su hermano mayor, Felipe VII y fue considerado como un rey inteligente, pero poco sociable y de carácter frío. Se caso con María Manuela de Portugal teniendo con ella nueve hijos.

María de Francia (1532-1588) fue princesa de Gales al casarse con el heredero a la corona, Enrique Tudor hijo de Enrique VIII de Inglaterra quien era el exmarido de su abuela, Catalina de Aragón. La pareja tuvo cinco hijos, pero solo dos llegaron a edad adulta.

Margarita de Francia- Fue reina consorte de Dinamarca al casarse con el rey Cristian III de Dinamarca. Margarita era considerada una mujer bella como su madre, pero era mas ambiciosa y coqueta siendo una gran influencia para su marido. Fue una gran influencia para sus hijos, en especial para su hijo Enrique I de Dinamarca y cuando este ascendió al trono a la muerte de Cristian III en 1559, Margarita fue su regente, pero tan solo cuatro meses después de la muerte de su marido, la reina contrajo viruela falleciendo poco después a los 44 años de edad.

Sus constantes visitas al lecho conyugal junto a su marido lograron que ella alumbrara a diez hijos, pero dos de estos morirían en la infancia.

Enrique I de Dinamarca (1536-1573) fue rey de Dinamarca y el primero de su nombre reinado por 14 años. Fue el hijo adorado de su madre y casi siempre estuvo a su lado siendo ella su mas grande apoyo. Enrique se caso con su tía, Dorotea de Dinamarca con la cual solo tuvo un hijo, Enrique. En segundas nupcias se caso con su sobrina, Catalina de Dinamarca con la cual tuvo tres hijos.

Esteban de Dinamarca (1538-1600) fue cardenal en Dinamarca siendo conocido como “El cardenal blanco”.

Cristóbal de Dinamarca (1541-1589) murió soltero y sin descendencia.

Alejandra de Dinamarca (1542-1590) permaneció soltera.

Carlota María de Dinamarca (1543-1563) fue princesa de Asturias al casarse con Felipe de Austria, hijo de Felipe II de España. Carlota le dio dos hijos al príncipe, Alejandro y Catalina, futura reina consorte de Dinamarca.

Catalina de Dinamarca (1545-1603) se caso con su tío Juan, el Joven y tuvieron un hijo, Juan.

Isabel Carolina (1549-1589) monja.

Carlos de Francia- Fue duque de Bretaña desde su nacimiento hasta su muerte. Fue considerado un buen administrador de sus territorios, pero también un casanova teniendo diferentes amantes e hijos ilegítimos. Carlos falleció en el año 1561 a los 43 años de edad por un accidente de caza al ser disparado con una flecha en el pecho por uno de sus amigos cercanos.

Se caso con Ana de Lorena y ambos tuvieron cinco hijos, pero solo dos llegarían a edad adulta.

Felipe de Francia (1538-1604) Fue duque de Bretaña a la muerte de su padre. Se caso de manera morganática con su amante, Diana con la cual tuvo cuatro hijos y todos fueron legitimados por Francisco II.

Ana Mauricia (1540-1577) Se caso con el hermano pequeño del duque de Suffolk Henry Brandon, Charles Brandon y con el tuvo dos hijas.

Isabella de Francia- Fue duquesa de Viseu al casarse con su sobrino, Leonardo de Portugal, hijo único de la duquesa María de Portugal y su marido. Fue mas la tutora que la esposa de Leonardo ayudándolo con la administración y los gastos hechos por el ducado de Viseu.

Isabella tuvo una buena vida al lado de su marido hasta que este falleció en el año 1588 dejando a la princesa viuda. Isabella sobrevivió dos años mas hasta que falleció en el 1590 a los 68 años de un paro cardiaco.

Pesé a la gran diferencia de edad entre los prometidos, Isabella logro darle a su marido tres hijos:

Juan (1554-1620) Fue duque de Viseu a la muerte de su padre. Se caso con Elena de Habsburgo con la cual tuvo dos hijas, Elena y Ana.

María Carolina (1555-1605) fue prometida con su tío, Felipe II de España para ser su ultima esposa, pero el rey acabo rechazándola por su delicada salud. Poco después se convirtió en monja.

Catalina Mariana (1559-1623) fue duquesa de Parma al casarse con Alejandro Farnesio y ambos tuvieron seis hijos.