#just geez luisa people

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COMO TE QUIERO YO | ln4

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU lando norrix x latina!reader

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lando.jpg cabo san lucas, mexico. summer break 2022

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daniel3.jpg oh la la! ⤷ user1 DANNY HAHAHAHA

user2 does lando have a new girlfriend or am i tripping rn cuz i know this isn't luisa ⤷ user3 how can you tell ⤷ user2 cuz she posted a story where she was in paris with friends ⤷ user4 they broke up like two months ago or so ⤷ user5 i feel sorry for whoever this girl is because she probably is just a rebound ⤷ user6 not y'all assuming about their relationship lmao

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lando.jpg late night shenanigans

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user7 what kind of summer is lando having this boy is out here wilding around

user8 L-LANDO IS THIS ALLOWED ⤷ user9 did he just post some girl's tramp stamp??

daniel3.jpg "summer's" been treating you good mate ⤷ user10 daniel teasing lando through the comments takes the cake ⤷ user11 i just know the drivers' gc is going bonkers rn

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f1wagupdates New girlfriend alarm? Lando Norris was spotted picking up a girl in his McLaren from the airport. Is this the girl he posted multiple pictures of during his trip through Mexico? Many say he was looking for a rebound after his break-up with long term girlfriend Luisinha Oliveira, but does someone fly their rebound out to their hometown? Guess we'll have to stay tuned for more!

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user12 lando is so whipped ⤷ user13 the power of latinas ⤷ user14 amen

user15 he flew her out to monaco after his trip? bro must be in love love ⤷ user16 guess we'll see if he also brings her to bahrain after the summer break is over

user17 i think i found her insta, i'm not sure because lando doesn't follow but her posts align with his' ⤷ user18 okay stalker... what's her @? ⤷ user17 yourusername

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yourusername guess i could get used to frequent trips to monaco

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user18 and we're sure she's not just some girl? ⤷ user19 yeah i mean just because she's mexican and now conveniently is in monaco doesn't mean she's the girl lando's been messing around with

user20 if this is the girl lando's with, geez my boy has some good karma ⤷ user21 yeah like why yould someone as pretty as her sleep with someone as crusty as lando ⤷ user22 wdym 'crusty' lando's actually really pretty ⤷ user23 he behaves like a child

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yourusername tiro caliente (hot shot)

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user24 omg she's dropping some serious hints guys ⤷ user25 the breadcrumps we needed

user26 the orange car? lando? i mean... ⤷ user27 how many people own an orange mclaren. it's obvious at this point it's lando

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lando.jpg princess treatment after a tough weekend

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daniel3.jpg are you getting the princess treatment? ⤷ user28 i hope lando does lmao

user29 omg yourusername actually liked this post??? ⤷ user30 this is a sign, the sign we've been waiting for. it's her

yourusername the only treatment one deserves ⤷ user31 it'S YOU

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yourusername 4 lifers

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user32 i- what ⤷ user33 this was so unexpected ⤷ user34 was it?

landonorris did my pr team give you the go? ⤷ yourusername they love me ⤷ user35 someone tell me if this is sarcasm or not

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lando.jpg como te quiero yo (how i love you)

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yourusername lando we need to go back to mexico i'm loosing my good tan ⤷ lando.jpg 7 more races until we're back in mexico

user36 yeah okay i understand lando, i'm also in love

user37 still weird how fast he moved on ⤷ user38 he's an f1 driver what did you expect

[futuregws]

There’s two specifically that I’ve seen,

1. Luisa (his ex)

2. Magui (dear god, please no💀)

Okay so this is long as fuck bc this is the first time I can actually post about it so I'm saying everything I have to say, while I can, so uhm sorry I used your ask for this whole ass paragraph

Oooooh yeah I know those, and before I even became an f1 fan I heard about the magui and Lando rumors bc she's also portuguese and I'm Portuguese so people on some Portuguese gossip talk shows were talking about it and I remember seeing it and being so like ???? Tf people are creating rumors bc they were hanging out really?? That's insane (didn't lando address this whole thing and basically said something along the lines of him always "getting a new gf" every time he's seen with a girl??) anyway, I thought those rumors were dead, are they not??

The one I was talking about was Luísa actually bc she's also in Brazil and Lando is still there, so I could totally see people start assuming shit, even though didn't they remain friends (?) so it's not like it would be weird or have a deeper meaning if they were to hang out. Since we're on the topic of Luisa I just have to say something I've noticed and there's no way I'm the only one that finds it weird, bc his fans are still going to her Instagram (social media in general) and mentioning him even commenting gifs of lando or asking her where he is, and it's just like...leave the girl alone geez. And I have no idea how people acted when they were together and if they were a loved couple or had people hating all I know is that it's always so funny to see people that probably were not happy about them in the beginning and throughout the relationship now go around almost like mourning the relationship as if it's theirs lmao (same thing with Charles and Charlotte's relationship tbh)

Edit: after I posted this, I saw this on the comments of a fanpage on that photo he posted in Brazil today and yeah this was there, and I would just like to say, I fucking knew it lmao

Like make it make sense lol

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

That last story was so cute! I can definitely see camilo dating someone who works with food lol, do you think you could write their wedding? Whenever u want to if u do answer this ofc

I hate that i haven't done this before- lets GO??

"Okay, wait right here, I need just a bit more thread, mija."

Julieta nodded, and as soon as she walked out, Camilo took his chance to walk in. He was a lucky guy, getting to marry a girl THIS fucking fine. He watched her in the doorway as she adjusted her veil in the mirror, before giving a light whistle.

"You really wanna go out looking like that?"

"Like what?"

"Fine as hell~"

She wanted to be flattered, before she realized the situation, and threw a pillow at him.

"Hey! You can't see me in my wedding dress! Bad luck- you WANNA ruin this wedding?"

Camilo chuckled as he turned into Mariano, just for shits and giggles.

"Ah but can MARIANO see you in your wedding dress?"

"Imma kill you and your loophole ass."

She pouted as he approached her, hand against the wall as he leaned in to have his nose press against hers.

"Can you really be so mad at me? You're gonna be like, the hottest milf ever, I'm excited."

"Last time imma say it, you need to have at least ONE baby to be a milf."

"We got like twenty minutes, I can fix that~"

She tried, (not very hard) to push his face away, only to fall weak when he kissed her hand. Even when she hadn't been in the kitchen, her hands still smelled like sugary sweetness.

"You're dumb. You should just kiss me."

"I should, huh?"

He pulled her hand, about to yank her into a quick makeout session, when suddenly, with a flash of pain, he was sent to the floor. He swore loudly as he held onto his nose, feeling it bleed. He looked up at Luisa, who looked PISSED right next to his mortified bride.

"Oh my god Luisa-"

"Imma kill you! How DARE you do that to Dolores?! You son of a-"

"Luisa it's CAMILO!"

He turned into himself, still nursing his wound. Some wounds could be fixed upon transforming, like cuts and the like, but broken noses were sort of iffy. Luisa looked in horror as she lifted him back to his feet, trying to keep him steady.

"Oh my god I'm SO sorry! I thought it was Mariano! Oh my god are you okay?"

"Just get me an arepa, please. And it's fine, that's actually the response I'd expect. Ow..."

Luisa muttered another apology before she went off to go get her mother. Dulce had him sit down as she wiped the blood from his nose, trying to come down from her panic.

"Geez that woman's got an arm. How are you not dead?"

"No clue. Luck is gonna run out at some point though, I can feel it. Or that might be my bones."

He muttered a thank you as soon as Julieta came back, putting an arepa in his hand. Food really did fix everything. He sighed in relief.

"Thanks. Jeez mami would freak. Thankfully she's sitting outside."

Julieta winced as soon as he said that.

"Uh...about that. Pepa won't come out of the room. We've tried everything."

Oh geez. He was worried about this. He finished his arepa, before he got up, and kissed Dulce's forehead.

"I'll be back, you don't mind, right?"

"Take as long as she needs. Wouldn't be a wedding without her."

"God I love you."

And he meant it. A girl who could cook, who was pretty, witty, AND loved his mami? Obviously he had to lock it down quick. Camilo dipped past people on the way to her room, where Félix and Antonio were waiting, already dressed and ready to go. Félix sighed.

"She's not having it. She insists she's not going."

Antonio grumbled.

"She better. Do you know what it's like, teaching twelve bunnies to tap dance? It's not easy. Takes a long time. It was a JOURNEY."

Camilo rolled his eyes as he patted his little brother's head.

"Ya, enough. You two keep the crowd busy, I got this."

Félix patted his back, before taking Antonio outside with him. Camilo gently knocked on the door.

"Mami? Come on, come outside please!

"I can't! I need to stay here so I don't rain all over you! I'll ruin her makeup and she looks so PRETTY! You're mi bebé, I'd NEVER forgive myself!"

He thought about it for a moment, before he stood away from the door, and sighed.

"Okay. Fine. I wanted some reassurance to make sure this was a good idea. But, I guess I can just ask TÌO BRUNO-"

He listened, and tried not to lose it at the ever increasing footsteps. The door slammed open, thunder boomed around her.

"YOU ARE N O T GOING TO BRUNO-"

He leapt in for a hug, a grin on his face.

"Got you."

Pepa looked down at him, before sighing, and holding him in an embrace. She rested her chin on his head, and patted his head.

"I'm sorry, mijo. You're my son. And I KNOW if I go, I'll ruin your big day."

"Mami, there won't BE a big day if I don't see you there. I want your rain or your thunder. She does too! Dulce said unless you're there, she won't marry me. And you want me to get married, right?"

She sighed in defeat, and he grinned as the clouds parted above her head. She cupped his face in her hands, gently pushing a strand of hair away from his face.

"Oh mijo...I'm sorry. I'll go. I made this whole thing about me and-"

"All that matters is that you'll be there. I love you, mami. And I want you to be there for the other woman in my life."

She smiled at him, and that was the best wedding gift of them all.

"Oh I raised such a sweet, sweet boy...come here, besos!"

She decorated his face in a million kisses, and he didn't at all stop her. Hell, she only stopped when Abuela cleared her throat.

"Mija, go sit with everyone, please. Camilo. It's time. Are you ready?"

Camilo reached up to kiss his mom's cheek, before nodding.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

He grabbed Abuela's arm, and let her walk him outside. Madrigal weddings were different from the norm. For one, it was the Madrigal that was walked down the aisle, gender be dammed. Two, they were ALWAYS walked by oldest in the family, which meant Abuela (which made Félix the next in line for the job, oddly enough) had the honor of walking him. Abuela waited till everyone was seated and ready, before signaling Agustín to go ahead and play the piano.

So he kinda got a big head about being the center of attention. Envious eyes as Abuela walked him down the aisle, before stopping as soon as he reached Dulce. She looked at her, and nodded.

"Take good care of him. He's a handful, but he's worth it. Kinda. Depending on who you ask."

"Abuela."

She chuckled at his slight annoyance. She was getting sassier as the years went by. She sat down amongst the family, and Dulce kept her voice low, just for a second.

"Is your mami okay?"

"She's fine, I promise."

She would've pried further, but he knew she trusted him to be honest. The music stopped just in time for the pastor to clear his throat.

"If we're all settled. I'd like to thank you all for coming here today, for the union of..."

So the rest of the dumb speech was a blur. He was more focused on his family. His sister was a bridesmaid for Dulce, his little brother was excited to release the bunnies, and his parents. His dad was proud as he held onto his mom, who was trying to keep herself relaxed. Not that he cared. He liked the clouds, and he wouldn't even mind snow. Tìo Bruno was there too, clearly proud and happy to be here, Mirabel was ever supportive, Isa was here with her girlfriend, Luisa was here with her girlfriend and boyfriend, and-

"Dumbass, he's talking to you."

"Hmm? If the question is food, then yes. And yes, that ass counts."

That got a good snicker from the crowd, but more importantly, his girl. She nudged him a bit, trying and failing to look mad.

"No, he wants you to give your part of the vows."

"Oh right right. Okay, look. I had this whole thing written, but truth be told, I'd rather just freestyle it. And it has nothing to do with the fact that Antonio's donkey friend ate my list."

Said donkey burped, as if on cue, and Antonio gave an apologetic smile. No biggie to him, at least. He took a deep breath, before just going with it.

"Okay, so here it goes. I'm crazy about you, Dulce. You're more than just someone I'm super attracted to. You're a good friend. And I could do my usual fanfare with my words, woo you all with poetry or something. But I'd rather just be honest. I love you. And I'm SO ready to be with you forever,"

He took the umbrella from Isa, opening it up and holding it over them both, before finishing.

"Rain, or shine."

And there it was. Pepa couldn't fight the water works, and rain started to pour from the sky as she just CRIED. Félix gave him a thumbs up, clearly proud that he used a line from THEIR vows in his own. She chuckled, not at all bothered by the weather.

"My turn. Camilo, when I first met you, you were the most annoying guy I've ever met. You still are, but at least you're cute to boot."

What better way to get married than get kinda roasted by your hot wife at the altar? With her white and gold dress on (seriously, they over did it on the colors a BIT with this wedding), with her cute little lips and just. Everything, Camilo was more than ready for this.

"And you're not only a really sweet guy, you've got endless amounts of confidence and loyalty. Little cliche, but you're my other half. I'm happy to be a part of this family, I'm happy to be underneath all this cold ass rain-I'm even happy that the cake may or may not be covered up right now. Which is. My bad."

"I will drink that cake water, try me."

"...can we speed this up? I need him to put a ring on my finger, now."

Maybe it was the laughter. The way they were comfortable with each other. Whatever it was, Camilo couldn't agree more. The priest, a bit flustered by the unconventional vows and request, shut his book, and nodded.

"I...suppose. Camilo, do you take Dulce to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"And do you, Dulce-"

"I do."

"...okay could've waited, but fine. By the power invested in me and to whoever bothers to listening to me at this point, you may now kiss the bride."

And kiss they did. She didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him in a kiss, making stars in his eyes. He couldn't believe he had the sweetest girl in the world, right here, right now.

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"And there he is."

Not even married to Camilo for a few hours after the party, and here he was, passed out from not alcohol, but the world's biggest sugar crash. She rolled her eyes before having Pepa help with the other half of him. He wasn’t heavy, but he was long, and he was limp. Getting him upstairs was a chore, but neither of them wanted to bother poor Luisa. When they finally got him to bed, Dulce sighed in relief.

"Thanks. Already got my hands full, I guess."

Pepa loved her son. She could tell from how she pushed his wet hair out of his face. She sighed, nodding in agreement.

"He's so happy with you. I'm...sorry I ruined it-"

"Lady, I had tap dancing bunnies. Genuinely what part of my wedding could be ruined after that?"

The smile on her face could light up the deepest darkness. Dulce sat next to her, nudging her with her elbow.

"Seriously though. I had a great wedding. I loved every second of it. Even the gifts. I still have one left, actually."

She didn't get time to open it before Camilo wanted to dance, but curiosity over took her. It was from Bruno. Upon unwrapping the crudely wrapped gift, she saw it. A vision. She was scared at first, but they both got a look at the image. Her and Camilo. Older now, but with three children. Two boys, one little girl. Pepa gasped, hands over her mouth.

"Oh...he looks so happy..."

"Should I get an umbrella, Abuela?"

She was joking upon seeing the tears, only for her to look mortified.

"W. What. I'm going to be an Abuela. Oh my god. Félix is going to be an abuelo."

"Are. Are you okay?"

"I need to go. I need to...lay down. Felicidades. FÉLIX, I'M O L D!!"

Her new mother in law was dramatic as shit. But as she put the vision away in a dresser to show him later, she realized she wouldn't change a goddamn thing.

[chameleon-madrigal]

VIII | Cuentos de Camilo

(Camilo Short Stories)

Title: By your side

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Camilo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Camilo was worried he didn't see Y/N doing her chores in town. He asked Dolores where could she be, and find out she was sick. But instead of visiting her with bringing arepas, he just went there and decided to take care of her.

He/him pronouns for Camilo

She/her pronouns for Reader

Note: Decided to rush write this, since I'm sick then coming up with this idea for the story. Hope you like it, stay safe. Enjoy lovies <3

"Kids come down, breakfast is ready!" Abuela shouted as the whole Madrigals went into the table. By which ofcourse, Camilo having a stack of arepas in his plate.

"Camilo you better finish all those arepas or else.." Félix stated which he just smiled and shrugged.

"C'mon, Papi. Are you doubting my eating skills?" He said which earned a smack on the head by Félix.

"I have spoken to the townsfolk about the things they needed help today. Luckily, there just a few but other Señoras really need help babysitting their kids." Upon hearing that, Camilo and Mirabel just looked at each other and sighed, knowing that babysitting is always their chores.

"Camilo and Mirabel, if you needed help just find me okay?" Abuela said which made the two nod at that.

'I mean its okay, Y/N/N will help me tho' Camilo smiled at his thoughts

They continued eating and as expected Camilo finished his whole damn plate, he just looked at his Papá and sticked out his tongue. Wich Félix just rolled his eyes and chuckled at his son's behaviour.

~•~

"Hey Camilo, can you watch my baby for awhile?"

"Camilo, I hope you're free. I really need someone to watch my kids as I'm gone"

"Milo hijo, can you help?"

"Camilo.."

"Hey Camilo Madrigal"

Camilo could just smile forcefully at the consecutive people calling his name for help. He loves babysitting kids, but ofcourse sometimes he gets tired of it.

It was the last person he is helping in the morning, and he was already tired and exhausted thinking what will happen later in the afternoon.

"Señora, you could really use some sleep" He said as he shapeshifted into the form of the mother and hold the baby.

The mother went inside their house to take a rest, while Camilo keeps rocking the baby to sleep as he sits on the betch outside.

"I wonder where Y/N could be.." He said as he noticed the baby giggled at him. And started to waved its small hands for him. Camilo chuckled at the baby's antics and played along, babytalking.

"Do you think mi amor is still asleep?" He baby-talked, as the baby seems to understand as it shook his head and giggled.

"Oh you don't think so? Is she avoiding me?" Camilo continued entertaining the baby as it clap its hands and started to giggle again.

"Heyy no fair!" He said as he continues to shapeshift into other people to play with the baby.

An hour passed, he finally returned the baby back to its mother and decided to see Dolores to ask where you are.

Camilo went back to the Casita, and luckily found Dolores. So he went to her immediately as she sits quietly reading a book, but knowing she probably hears what everyone is saying.

"Hey Dolores, mi hermana favorita" He said casually taking a seat beside her.

"Cami, I am your only sister" She said as she shooks her head at her brother's actions.

"Well technically yeah, but I see Mira as a twin, and Isabela and Luisa are like cousin sister. So its still like—"

"Y/N's at home and she's sick"

"Hey how did you know I was about to ask that.."

"Its like your 'trying-to-find-Y/N-through-my-favorite-sister' antics"

"Yeah yeah whatever—" Camilo rolled his eyes before snapping and realizing what you're feeling at the moment. "—Wait, Y/N'S SICK OMG"

"Camilo voice down please, geez. Make sure to get her Tía's arepas, hermano"

But before he could get an arepa, he suddenly ran away to your house not forgetting to thank his sister.

"That boy really, won't give her an arepa to heal her immediately. Because he wants to take care of her first, yep he definitely loves her"

~•~

Before Camilo walked up to your house, he spotted his Abuela so he decided to walk closer to her.

"Hey Abuela"

Abuela turned to him and smiled while gaving him a caring kiss at his head.

"Yes, Milo? Do you need help?" Abuela asked worried that his nieto feel tired.

"Oh I'm already done with my chores this morning. I just want to say that maybe I can't do other stuffs later in the afternoon"

"Why?? Is there something wrong?"

"Well, Y/N/N's sick so I'm going to visit her"

"Dios Mío, hope she's okay. But I don't see any of your Tía Julieta's food." Abuela said which made Camilo smiled shyly putting his hands at his nape.

"I decided to take care of her first..." He said which made Abuela smiled sweetly.

"Okay, hijo. Take good care of her, okay? I'll just ask your sister or Isabela to cover the chores for you" Camilo immediately smiled and hugged his Abuela.

"Gracias, Abuela"

He knocks on the door of your house, and your mother opened it. Which Camilo immediately greeted with respect, talk about a good son-in-law.

"Ayé, Camilo you're here. You must be wondering why Y/N didn't go out" She said as she motioned Camilo to enter the house.

"Yeah, it was lonely doing the chores without her" Camilo said which made your Mamá cooed at what he said.

"She's upstairs feeling sick, take this soup with you" Your Mamá handed him the soup and he thanked her. As he slowly went upstairs to your room.

When he opened the door, he saw you sleeping softly at your bed, while having a warm bimpo resting at your forehead.

He put the soup at the table beside your bed and sat beside you, as he caress your head.

"Hermosa, wake up~ You need to eat something first" He gently said as you opened your eyes, shocked to see him.

"Amor, you're here" You sat up from your bed attempting to hug him but stopped yourself not wanting him to be infected by your sickness.

"Don't worry, its fine" He said as he suddenly hugged you, you were hesitsnt at first but hugged him back feeling warmth at his arms.

"How did you know I was sick?"

"I didn't know you were...sick" He said avoiding eye contact and you know he is lying through his teeth. You chuckled and went along at his antics.

"Oh so you decided to just visit me and found out now?" Unto which he nodded at you.

"If I knew you were sick, I could have brought my Tía's arepas" He smugly looked at you.

"Really? Dolores didn't even tell you this?" Which you narrowed your eyes at him and he slowly nodded.

"Camilo, just admit you knew I was sick but decided not to give me some arepas just to take care of me" You said which made him blushed and stutter at his words.

You just put your fingers on your lips and subtely put it on his lips, for an indirect kiss.

"Hey, no fair. I want your lips" He said and pouted, which you shook your head telling him that he might get sick but he just shrugged at that thought. And kissed you on your lips.

"There better!" He said as you were flustered, he took the bowl of soup and scoop a little from it blowing it so it wouldn't feel that hot. As he put it on your mouth for you to eat.

"Camilo, you must be tired from your chores. I can do it" You said atempting to take the soup but he held it away from you, insisting.

"Mi esposa, let me take care of you okay?" He said which caused you to shut up and nodded being flustered at the nickname he told you. As he continued feeding you.

"This is the babysitting that I love more" He said which cause you to slap his chest and laughed.

You were laying on his arms as he wrapped it around your shoulder. You leaned your head at his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

"Its pretty much a party, right?" He said which made you confused as you looked up at him and suddenly kissed your head.

"You probably heard my heartbeat beating so fast. It feels like a party" You chuckled at the form of his statement.

"Well, yeah it is and its the only party I wanted to attend to" You said which made him chuckled at you as he caress your head, making you sleepy as you tried not to yawn.

"Princesa, take some sleep okay?" He said which you said no at first but eventually he succeeded in doing so.

He watched how you sleep within his arms, smiling at your presence.

"I'll be by your side if you need me, amor" He said and kissed your head as he sleeps next to you.

~•~

It was already night time, when Camilo saw Dolores and his Tía Julieta waking him up. He squinted his eyes, as he glances over you noticing you're still sleeping.

"Its already night time, hermano. Mamí is already looking for you but don't worry I already told her"

"And here, put that beside her bed so she can eat it and feel better" Camilo took the basket of arepas from his Tía, gently standing up careful not to wake you up. His Tía and hermana already went downstairs to wait for him.

He arranged your position in your bed, gently tackling you with the covers and fixed your hair as he gave you a kiss on the forehead.

"Te amo, mi vida" He said as he took a piece of paper and write something to put it in the basket and going downstairs to bid goodbye to your family and going home.

~•~

You wake up not long after Camilo went home, you noticed a basket full of arepas at the side of your bed and decided to read the note from him

'Sorry if Im not there when you wake up, Mami is already looking for me. But Tía gave you these arepas, eat them so you'll feel better. Te quiero" - Your Cami❤️

You smiled at the note before getting an arepa. "I already feel better because of you, Cami" You said to yourself before taking a bite and felt okay. As you went downstairs for dinner.

The next morning, you decided to pay Camilo a visit in Casita. You were greeted by his Tía Julieta which you helped her arrange all the foods for town.

"Ah mi nuera, I am so glad you're here! And you finally feel better" Pepa said as she had a rainbow in her head hugging you.

"Gracias, Mamá. Camilo did have a good job taking care of me"

"Yeah, my sobrino really took care of you before giving you my arepas" Julieta said which made you laughed.

"Oh you might wanna go to his room" Pepa said and smiled at you.

"Is he still sleeping?" Pepa shooks her head as Bruno went inside the kitchen and took some arepas too, not forgetting to greet each other.

"He is actually sick, but won't take an arepa" Bruno said as the two nodded which made you smiled knowing its your turn to take care of him.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure he feels better" You said before excusing yourself and going up to his room.

"She's perfect for your son, Pepa" Bruno said which made her emotional and started to have a raincloud. As Julieta and Bruno tried to calm her down and calling Felix for help.

You entered his room, noticing him finally awake but just stares at the mirrors in his room. As he saw your reflection into one of the mirrors, he was about to get up from his bed but you rushed into him and held him back.

"Camilo, you're sick. Its now my turn to take care of you by your side" You said which earned you a kiss from the cheeks from him.

[softspiderling]

swanky fortune - part one | t.h.

Summary: When you clicked the ‘donate’ button on the GoFundMe page, you never would have expected to actually win. But are you going to take advantage of the opportunity or will you embarrass yourself in front of your celebrity crush?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Song I listened to while writing: Speechless by Naomi Scott

Author’s Note: I literally wrote the last few paragraphs on the train when I came up with such a good idea, I am really proud of it. By the way, if anyone wants to be on a tag list, I can set one up, just send me a message and I will get right on it. ANYWAYS back to the matters at hand! I hope you like it!

Warnings: some swearing

Word Count: 2,4k

Masterlist

Teaser | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten

“What? What happened? Are you okay?!” your roommate Luisa asked as she slid into your room with her sock clad feet, a kitchen towel thrown over her shoulder and her hands dripping with foamy water from doing the dishes.

“I am flying to LA to go to the Far From Home premiere with Tom Holland!” You screeched in excitement and Luisa gave you a look as you jumped up and down excitedly, drying her hands off.

“Geez, I thought you hurt yourself or something,” she sighed, nonetheless, a smile tugged on the corner of her lips. She was happy for you, especially with the rough start of the year you’ve had, this was something you deserved.

“I don’t get your excitement, though,” she said, shrugging with her shoulders. “I mean, he’s cute, but he’s no Chris Evans,” Luisa pointed out and you groaned, slapping your flat palm against your forehead.

“Lu, just- be happy for me, okay?” you sighed and Luisa rolled her eyes at you, though the amusement was clear in her eyes.

“Fine, just for you,” she relented, placing her hands on your shoulders before the two of you jumped up and down squealing loudly.

“Okay, okay, enough squealing,” Luisa said and squeezed your shoulders, beaming at you.

“I am really happy for you, Y/N,” she started, before she furrowed her brows, her lips pressed together in a tight line

“But are you sure you’re not being scammed?”

“Oh my god, Luisa!”

After telling all your friends and family about the news, you finally calmed down a bit, your throat scratchy from all the squealing you’ve been doing. You felt a little bad for your neighbors, but this was an once in a life time event. You never were the one to be really lucky when it came to things like this. You kept thinking that this was a dream (though you weren’t going to say this out loud anymore, since Luisa kept pinching you to prove to you, that you were awake).

Finally, you sat back down to your desk, your studies long forgotten and grabbed your laptop to reply to Tom’s e-mail.

Hi Tom,

I feel very lucky to get the chance to go to the premiere with you, of course I accept the invitation. Please inform me of any further details. I look forward to meeting you and attending the premiere.

Best regards,

Y/N Y/L/N

You read over the few lines you had written, your fingers shaky, feeling anxious about your choice of words. This was your first real interaction with a celebrity and you didn’t want to screw it up. Then again, you weren’t even sure if you were actually mailing with Tom, it was quiet possible that this was his assistant you were talking to. Tom was quiet busy, based from all the pictures you’ve been seeing all over instagram,

You sighed and sent the email off before you exited from your mail account, forcing yourself to pull your focus back to your studies. With your upcoming trip to Los Angeles, you had to take a few days off of university and you couldn’t afford any more distractions. With a quiet groan, you pushed any thoughts about Tom and the upcoming premiere to the back of your head and concentrated on the words in front of you.

As time passed, and emails got more frequent between you and Tom, your excitement grew, just as much as your anxiety did. You were really looking forward to meeting your Tom and attending a fricking red carpet event, but you were also aware of the enormous pressure you would be under. There are going to be thousands of reporters and cameras, not to mention the millions of fans that were recording every little thing from the sidelines with their phones. But that is a price you were willing to pay to get to see Tom. At least that was what you were trying to tell yourself.

As the day of your departure neared, you stood in front of your unorganized closet, and your open, half filled suitcase next to it, contemplating on what you were going to bring with you to Los Angeles. You knew that you only had to pack for a couple of days but you had the urge to grab everything inside your closet and just haul it with you. You wanted to impress Tom and his friends and everyone you were going to meet, and you wanted to be prepared for anything.

You ran your hand through your hair in exasperation before diving into your closet, sorting out the clothes, starting two piles of clothes you considered bringing, and a pile with clothes you weren’t.

In the end you decided to pack some jeans, blouses, shirts and some dresses, tossing some sweats and your pajamas on top, before zipping one half of your suitcase shut. You were planning on going shopping in Los Angeles, hoping to put the 1000$ to good use, because you didn’t have anything red carpet worthy in your 0closet, and if it all came down to the worst, you had packed a black, simple but elegant dress.

You plopped down on your bed with a sigh and pulled your laptop close to scan over the email that was open on the screen.

Hi Y/N,

Can you believe that the big day is already so close? Exciting stuff, huh? Believe it or not, I am really nervous, too, so don’t worry about your nerves. When you get to LAX, a driver will be waiting for you at arrivals to pick you up an drive you to your hotel. We planned a dinner for the night of your arrival in LA and you are welcome to join us if you aren’t too exhausted from the flight (I do know a thing or two about jetlag). I hope you’re as stoked as I am for the premiere.

See you soon,

Tom.

You wished for the words to have been written by Tom, if you concentrated hard enough, you could even hear him say those words, you wish you could be a person who Tom took the time of his busy day to actually write you an email, but the more you thought about it, the more you were convinced that there was no way that it was Tom who was writing you. Even though the emails looked very personal and in character for him (though you weren’t sure if you could be an actual judge of that, since you actually have never met him before), but logically speaking, you were emailing with an assistant or agent. You were one of a million fans, and even though you won the ruffle to the premiere, what made you special enough for him to take the time to sit down and email with you back and forth?

You pursed your lips and shut your laptop, sliding it in its case and putting it in your backpack, laying down in your bed.

All your thoughts and doubts about the premiere had started to grow bigger and bigger and you pressed your face in your pillow, before screaming into it, the soft filling of the pillow dampening your scream.

“You okay?” you heard a voice ask and you lifted your head to look at Luisa who was standing in the doorway; you couldn’t quiet place the face she was making, you think it was a mixture between amusement and worry.

“Yeah,” you muttered, rubbing your face with your hands. “I’m just nervous,” you told her and she joined you on your bed, patting your shoulder consolingly.

“I know it’s stupid, but I want him to like me and- I don’t know, remember me, I guess? I don’t just want to be another fan he forgets as soon as I leave. And you know how I can get when my expectations are so high, I just,” you mimiced an explosion with your hands.

“Boom.”

While Luisa didn’t share your admiration for Tom, she knew that you could be very self-destructive, especially when you were happy. According to you, it wasn’t possible to get everything you’ve ever hoped for and be happy. When you were dating your ex-boyfriend, you kept questioning your happiness, kept looking for errors and faults that weren’t there; and when you finally let yourself fall, he wasn’t there to catch you.

That experience left you vulnerable and raw, and the worst thing about it was, that you were blaming yourself, instead of the boy who broke your heart. Saying, that you should have known your happiness wasn’t going to last, blaming yourself for falling. Ever since then, you’ve always kept a certain distance to happiness. Not in the sense of never doing things that made you happy, but always acting cautiously. You never risked anything, but you were grateful and content with what you’ve got. Other people liked to say ‘no risk, no fun’, but when you were always moving along the lines of ‘no risk, no pain’.

And now this? This was a big ass risk.

“Maybe I should just cancel. I mean, people always say to never meet your heroes, right?” you asked nervously and Luisa swatted the back of your head.

“No way you’re cancelling on Tom Holland. I would never forgive you,” she warned you and you snorted, rolling your eyes.

“Why would you never forgive me? You don’t even like him.”

“You’re right I don’t. But I like you. And right now, you’re suggesting throwing something away that is going to make you so happy, ecstatic even. Meeting your celebrity crush? Hello? I get that you’re nervous, but everything’s going to be fine, I promise,” Luisa said gently and you puckered your lips as you exhaled slowly.

“Just be yourself.”

“Be myself? Oh wow, that’s a disaster waiting to happen,” you snorted and your roommate chuckled, shrugging with her shoulders.

“Perhaps so, but maybe he likes disasters,” Luisa teased and got up.

“Now come on, let’s go get some pizza. This is our last roomie night before you’re whisked away by some British boy.”

“Ugh, stop calling him that,” you complained with a grin and got up, pulling Luisa with you. ”What? It’s true! He is a boy! Now, Chris Hemsworth on the other hand…” she said and wiggled with her eyebrows suggestively, making you groan with laughter as you two exited your bedroom.

“All passengers from flight 21 to LA: Boarding begins in a few minutes, please have your ticket and passport ready,” the announcement rang and you unplugged your headphones, stuffing them in your pocket.

As you stood in line to board the plane, you text your brother to let him know that you’re about to board, knowing that he would inform your mother.

You: about to board the plane

You: wish me luck

baby bro: can I get the 1000$ if ur plane crahes?

baby bro: jk

You: haha. fuck you

baby bro: be safe. Love you

You: I’ll try. Love you too

With a fond roll of your eyes, you pocketed your phone and handed the stewardess your boarding ticket, giving her a timid smile.

“Nervous flyer?” she asked and you grimaced, shrugging. “Eh, sort of,” you replied, reclaiming your boarding ticket after it’s been tagged.

The stewardess smiled brightly at you, looking somewhat understanding. “You’ll be fine. If you need anything, just let my colleagues know. Have a safe flight!”

“Thanks!” you said and flashed her a quick smile, moving to board the plane. After locating your seat, you stashed your backpack in the bin over the seats, only needing your phone and your cellphone during the flight. As you settled into your seat, you noticed that Tom had splurged on your seat, since it was nicer than you were used to. You figured it didn’t even dent his wallet, from what you’ve seen, Tom seemed to travel by private plane a lot so he was probably used to nice and comfortable flights.

But since you weren’t, you snuggled into the seat, took advantage of the big space by your feet and leaned back, mentally preparing for the long flight that was ahead of you. “Please check your seats to make sure you don’t leave anything behind and thank you for flying with Delta airlines,” a cheery voice rang out of the coms as the passengers lined up to leave the plane, you being one among them.

Your nervousness bubbled just below the surface while you grabbed your suitcase, walking over to the escalators which would take you down to the pick up zone, where a driver would wait for you. While the escalator slowly descended with you on one step, you looked around for the driver, assuming to catch a poster with your name on it. You know, like in the movies.

But as you reached the ground level, you were disappointed since there were was no one with a poster with your name on it. As other people greeted and embraced their loved ones you lugged your suitcase to the side on a bench to sit down, wiping over your face with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

As the crowd thinned, you were still sitting on the bench, scrolling on your phone, wondering if you should send Tom an email, when a commotion caused you to look up from your phone.

You saw a guy standing next to an older lady, her suitcase sprawled on the floor. The boy was apologizing profusely to the lady and helping her pack up her clothes.

The sun glasses kept slipping off his nose as he scrambled to pack the clothes back into the suitcase. He looked awfully familiar, but you couldn’t quiet place his face since the cap he was wearing was pulled down deep in his face. You shook your head quickly, clearing your thoughts; you haven’t even been in LA for an hour and you were already seeing celebrities everywhere.

“Wow,” you muttered as you glanced at the clock, you’ve been waiting for over half an hour and your driver still wasn’t there.

With a sigh you got up, figuring you could maybe pick up a coffee or something while you waited, when the guy ran up to you, skidding to a stop and looking around. He seemed desperate so you gave him a look, tilting your head. “You okay?” you asked and he nodded, clearing his throat before replying with a deep voice:

“Uh, yeah, I am looking for Y/N Y/L/N,” he said and you awkwardly lifted your hand. “That’s me,” you answered and the guy sighed in relief.

“Oh thank god,” he said with a thick British accent, voice suddenly much higher than before.

“Uh, what-“ you started and when he lifted his sun glasses, you realized who was actually standing in front of you.

Tom fucking Holland came to pick you up from the airport.

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[neonbluewaves]

Innocent eyes

A little something I wrote while I draw and write everything about the Prieto family, just kinda teasing, u kno? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

So have a bit of Neon’s grandma, Rocio

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Rocio is tired. Well, that’s an understatement. She’s completely exhausted, how can a little child have so much energy? Watching over her nephew was very easy. Jacob liked to read, he liked to follow his grandpa around, and Gonzalo didn’t mind because it meant the little boy wouldn’t set the kitchen on fire, or would touch all the magic artefacts they had around their house. He was easy to manage, but Neon? She was a riot, a ball of energy, running around, up and down the mansion, picking everything in her reach and asking with wonder in her eyes “What’s this? What’s it do? Can I have it?” already turning it in her hands, looking at it from every angle. That had to come from her dad, Luisa was never like this, nor Carmen or Narcisso. And she was getting old to add to it.

She hears a loud THUD from upstairs and sighs “oh no”. She walks upstairs resigned with the fact that one child will probably destroy her house when many powerful wizards couldn’t even find it.

-Yaya, yaya, what’s here? Open, open!- says the small kid on her toes grabbing the door knob. Rocio stands there, looking at the door, she hasn’t gone in it in years, since the incident happened...

She looks down to Neon, maybe to tell her she can’t go in, maybe to look for some confidence and finally face the room, she doesn’t really know, but it seems it’s the last, because she opens it and the smell of old parchment and a faint scent of her father’s cologne hits her. Hard.

Neon rushes in, of course she does, looking around. It’s quite a big studio, Rocio had almost forgotten everything in it. The big banner, the giant shelves full of books in different languages, the glass cabinets with miniature ships, maps, trinkets and other objects she never really knew what where used for. There’s a big window letting light in, the fireplace is dark, cold, unused. The desk sitting on one side with matching leather chairs has dust in it. Rocio has used a different room as her own studio, leaving this one untouched for so long. There’s still blood on the floor. Nobody bothered cleaning it. It was barely noticable on the dark carpet, but she knew exactly where it was, a darker tone than the rest of it. The whole room was made of dark browns and reds. The family color.

-Yaya look! Is this you?

Neon’s holding a framed picture. And she’s pointing at her, guess she hasn’t changed much through all these years.

-Yes, that’s me

-And who are all these people?- she turns the frame back towards her, looking at them all, again that innocent wonder in her eyes that reminds her of him.

-Those are my siblings, all younger than me- Neon looks up surprised, her mouth forming a perfect O, the child always so expressive

-You had a lot of brothers and sisters!

-I did

-Where are they? Why haven’t I met them?

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40 years before

 -Ay, where is she? Leoba, come out for Morgana’s sake! It’s a family picture, just choose any mantilla, they’re all nice! And where is Santi? Geez, he needs a haircut, there’s no way he’s getting in that picture with that hair!

-Relax Isa, you’re gonna have a stroke or something

-Rocio, we won’t get another picture in years, father wants it in his studio, where he meets with other pure blood families! And they’ll see five nice looking young wizards and a... a...

-Okay, breathe, I’ll go find him and chop his hair so he looks “presentable”

And with that, Rocio takes a hat from the wall hanger and heads out, the last thing she hears is her sister yelling at her “A hat? Really? You’ll mess your hair!”

The sun is bright and the almond trees of their land look a lovely pale pink, all on full bloom. Santi couldn’t have gone too far, he wouldn’t want to upset father by being late to the picture. Such a daddy’s boy. When he was little he could do no wrong, the fault was always for any of the older siblings, no matter what. But she couldn’t blame him, she also doted on him too much, she couldn’t help it, that innocence, that thirst to know and understand everything around him, the way his grey eyes shone whenever he saw something new, she was smitten, anything he asked of her he’d get. Her new horse? All his. The sword she just purchased but he had wanted too? It was in his room, on the wall kept like a treasure. She had just picked some figs but he was hungry? He could eat them all. She loved him so much she was sure she’d find a way to bring down the moon for him if he asked.

After fifteen minutes of walking between trees she found him along with their brother Marcelo both snoring under a fig tree

-Oi! Don’t fall asleep under the fig tree, you’ll both catch a cold! Didn’t you learn that when we were little?

They both grumbled as they sat up, their clothes a mess with sand

-It’s fine, we’ll drink pepperup potion- said Marcelo, running his hands trough his hair as if to comb it

-Well, what will you drink when Isabel rips your arms off for being late for the picture? I’m pretty sure the guy must have just arrived, and she wanted Santi to get a haircut

-Why? I’m letting it grow so you can all enjoy my wonderful light brown hair!

-She’ll chop it off- said Marcelo stretching

-C’mon, before a vein in her head explodes- she takes out her wand and with a flick of it all the dirt is gone from their clothes.- we don’t want to deal with that.

 -Finally!- exclaims Isabel as she hurries to them, Leoba and Teodoro behind her.- oh, Rocio, you didn’t cut his hair! He looks like those muggle boys that work picking fruit.

-Excuse you, I look way more handsome than any of them

-You know what?- she says, voice resigned - whatever, there’s no time, this good man has to go take more pictures, so just brush it a little out of your face, yes, like this, okay, Sir! Sir, we’re ready!

- Alright, so, tall ones behind, the shorter ones in front.- instructs the camera man- in front of the family banner, correct?

-Yes, okay let’s... oh Rocio, really? The hat around the neck? Fine... And you Leoba, really? You can’t get your hair out of your face even for a picture

-Sis.- Teodoro puts a hand on her shoulder, comforting- relax, it’ll look good, this all just adds to show our personalities

-Oh please, we’re a noble and ancient pure blood house! We don’t need personality

-Said the one with the worst temperament...

-I heard you!- she turns to Leoba, eye twitching

-Please, take the picture - hurries Rocio, before another fight starts

-Okay, everyone look to the camera, alright, it’ll only take a few seconds... yes.... okay....- a bright flash blinds them all- aaaand done!

-Yeah, done with seeing, it was nice knowing what pretty girls look like before the world went white...- Says Santi, rubbing his eyes as hard as he can

-Thank you sir, we’ll await for the picture!

The man gathers everything he brought and leaves hurriedly to his next apointment, and right as the door closes Isabel turns to Leoba

-SO I HAVE A BAD TEMPERAMENT HUH?

-OH MY GOD, HOW CAN YOU ASK WHEN YOU’RE YELLING? YOU’RE PROVING A POINT

-I’LL PROVE YOU A POINT WHEN I TURN YOUR ARMS TO TREE BRANCHES

-OH YEAH, WELL I’LL LET THE DOGS IN TO PEE ON YOUR BED

And as another fight breaks Teodoro decides to apparate anywhere but near the house, Marcelo tries his best to get them to calm down and not take out their wands, and Rocio, with a weary sigh, tells Santi to leave before Isabel decides to actually chop his hair. With a smile he runs away as she goes help Marcelo deal with them. It’s her job as the oldest sister, she thinks, to take care of them all. She wonders who will take care of her once their father isn’t there.

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She looks at the body in front of her. Laying on the ground face down, the bright flash of green having shocked and momentarily blinded her. She quickly falls to her knees, turning him face up.

Santi’s eyes are wide open, the innocence and wonder gone from them, now just two dull grey circles. His nose broken and bleeding from the fall he’s taken, and suddenly drops of water fall on his face, gently and slowly mixing with the blood. Rocio’s tears.

-santi, santi! SANTIAGO! PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE NO, DON’T, DON’T LEAVE LIKE THIS!

Watching everything is Isabel, as stunned as Rocio, she hadn’t known she was holding her breath until Rocio’s screeches had broken the silence, and she let’s out a shaky breath. Her wand gripped tightly in her trembling hand.

Rocio looks up and Isabel swears she’s never seen such rage in anyone’s eyes, ever, let alone her sister’s, and directed towards her. The red irises shine with tears of grief and anger, her face slowly turning that same color,she expects yelling, but all she hears is a quiet raspy voice

-What. Have. You. Done?

They both know what she’s done. She’s killed their little brother. She’s killed father’s favourite child, Rocio’s favourite sibling. She’s killed her own favourite sibling. She feels a sting in her eyes, realization sinking in. She didn’t mean to kill him. She wanted to kill Rocio. But he had jumped in the middle. He took the curse for the sister, who was willing to give him everything, because every time Rocio would hand him something of hers, Santi felt such pure love, he couldn’t bear to lose that. So he jumped and took the curse. And now, unknowingly, both him and Isabel had taken away the most precious thing in Rocio’s life. The innocent grey eyes of her little brother.

-I...I didn’t mean to- Isabel starts, but Rocio’s wand is up

-you didn’t mean to.... but you did. Run. Run away so I never have to see you again. RUN OR TWO PRIETOS WILL DIE TODAY!

There’s no time for Isabel to go, because the fireplace lights up in a green light, a different one, and their father is there.

He sees the scene. His oldest daughter cradling a body. His son’s body. She’s holding him tightly against her chest, his face hidden, but he knows it’s him because he’d recognize that shade of brown anywhere. He follows the direction of Rocio’s wand, pointed at Isabel. And he knows. He clenches his jaw.

-F-father...- whimpers Isabel, and she sees something in his eyes that finally makes her move. And she runs, she runs out of the house. Their father takes out his wand from his robes and a book. He leaves it on the ground, next to Rocio.

And just like that he marches after his daughter. Rocio doesn’t know what’s going to happen next, at the moment all she can do is hold Santiago in his arms and cradle him tightly, whispering against his hair that she loves him and apologizing a thousand times, tears still falling. Left alone in their father’s studio, with the smell of parchment paper and a trace of his cologne.

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-Yaya? Yaya why are you crying?

Rocio comes out of her trance, she’s sitting in one of the chairs in front of the big desk, tears falling. In front of her Neon, who looks like she’s about to cry too

-I’m sorry- she says, the poor kid doesn’t know why her grandma is crying, so she thinks it must be her fault.

-Oh no, Macarena, it’s nothing you did, this room is very dusty and it’s making my eyes watery.

Of course she doesn’t know what grief is, she’s a little girl walking around a world full of wonders, all she knows is innocence and curiosity, like Santi did once. And as Rocio picks her up to hold her close like she did with her little brother, she prays that she never has to know what it’s like to mourn those we love most.

[tobiologist]

always us

my sixth entry for klanceweek! this time, for prompt #6: quote. this is a continuation of prompt #5!

still debating whether or not to cross-post these entries on ao3 so let me know what you think. again, you can also find these short ficlets on twitter!

day 1 / day 2 / day 3 / day 4 / day 5

I’m picturing us on rooftops

in strange cities,

with strange people,

and us.

Always us.

— “I’m not sure if this is for love or old friendships or new friendships” by Claire Luisa

So this is what Keith’s life has come to.

Guests from every corner of the universe seem to be gathered for the day’s celebration. Each is dressed lavishly in the traditional attire of their people, creating a stunning spectacle of rich cloth, dangling jewels, and enchanting body art, like thousands of dancing canvases.

As a prince, Lance is dressed like royalty. Allura managed to find an old suit of her father’s on board the ship. Thankfully, the Altean style is similar to that of the Vruan’s. The suit material glimmers a dazzling baby blue under the light of the levitating chandelier overhead. Lance wears a white button-down beneath his suit jacket with the top two buttons undone. Blue swirls adorn his collarbone, as well as his shoulders, hidden for now. Tiny white and blue dots stretch the length of both eyebrows, and the makeup Allura chose makes his eyes stand out even more than usual. Turquoise gems adorn the rings on his fingers and dangle from fragile silver chains on his ears.

As much as Keith hates to admit it, Allura and Coran did an amazing job. Lance certainly has an ethereal, royal air about him.

Which is great for the mission but terrible for Keith’s sanity.

Every few minutes, while they make their way through the crowd, Keith convinces himself everything is fine. Then, he stares at Lance for a second too long and the allusion is shattered. Lance is easily one of the most beautiful people in attendance. It’s almost impossible to ignore the whole crush thing when said crush practically looks like an otherworldly being, like a fucking god or goddess or something.

Keith, on the other hand, feels… out of place.

The prince’s escort is not allowed to dress more extravagantly than the prince himself. His suit clings comfortably to his figure, and the black color with red accents certainly complements Lance’s outfit. A silver chain hangs around his neck with a small charm, adorned with the Vruan crest. The ring on his right hand matches one of Lance’s, boasting a sizable ruby. In the Vruan culture, a matching set represents the bond between the prince and his escort.

“Like wedding rings,” Pidge was all too happy to point out when Coran presented the rings to them.

At the moment, Lance is chatting up two lanky aliens. Keith doesn’t recognize them, but the tiny gold crowns on both of their heads are explanation enough.

“Of course, of course,” Lance answers with a little chuckle. “Thank you for your time.” He bows to both in turn and then grabs Keith’s hand. Even through his gloves, Keith senses the faint trembling of Lance’s fingers. He’s nervous?

Keith lets Lance drag him toward the center of the dancefloor. There’s a lull in the music and most guests have cleared the area. Once they reach a spot far from any potential eavesdroppers, Lance stops and fixes his attention on Keith.

“None of these people know where that stupid Galran prince is,” Lance hisses, lowering his voice. “Hell, the first few couples I talked to didn’t even know the dude was alive.”

Before Keith can answer, the band picks up where it left off. But, this time, the music has a more pleasant, slow melody. Keith curses softly under his breath. Of course the next song starts right as he and Lance reach the center of the dancefloor. They need to move and fast.

But Lance doesn’t seem to be on the same wavelength.

Far too gracefully, he wraps an arm around Keith’s waist and draws him closer. Keith is too busy having a minor heart attack, what the fuck, to stop Lance from intertwining their fingers and lifting their clasped hands. Unsure of what to do, Keith lets his other arm hang awkwardly at his side. “Uh—Lance?”

“Put your other hand on my shoulder,” Lance whispers. “Get rid of that noodle arm right now.”

“But… what… are we dancing?”

“Not yet, but we’re about to be.”

Keith reluctantly obeys Lance’s instructions. His gloves feel far more constricting than before, and, yep, here comes the sweat. He silently hopes there aren’t pit stains on his suit. And if he starts to smell, too, that’ll be the end of him. No more Keith Kogane.

Lance slowly begins to spin. Completely out of his element, Keith blindly follows. Or at least attempts to.

“You’ve never danced before, have you?” Lance prompts.

“Uh… no…”

“Right. That explains why you’ve stepped on my feet, like, four times now. Even though you’re looking down like a weirdo.” Lance scoffs and shakes his head. The light catches the jewels on his earrings as they swing. “You really never went to any of the Garrison dances?”

“Seriously? Of course not,” Keith huffs.

“Alright, geez, calm down. I should’ve known.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You look way too good in that suit to be giving me such an awful headache,” Lance whines.

He thinks I look good. Keith feels his heart crawl up his throat. That had to be a joke.

“And you look way too good to be giving me shit right now,” Keith quips. Two can play at this game. “But here we are.”

“You think… I look good?”

Keith considers tearing out his own tongue. Maybe it’ll keep him from saying embarrassing things for the rest of the evening. “I mean, Allura and Coran did a good job of making you look like a prince.” Smooth.

“I guess they did,” Lance mutters. He almost sounds… disappointed. “Now, to avoid blowing our cover, please just follow my lead. Okay?”

“Okay.” Keith can’t bring himself to protest. Lance makes a good point. A prince and escort would definitely know how to dance.

Lance resumes turning, carefully guiding Keith along. Other couples smile fondly whenever they pass on the dancefloor. To his delight, by the tenth or so turn, Keith quits stepping on Lance’s feet. They develop a comfortable rhythm, each footfall in time with the beat of the song. As the musicians continue to strum their instruments on stage, Keith takes a second to close his eyes. The melody really is beautiful.

The longer they dance, the closer they seem to get. Keith isn’t sure who’s responsible, but he likes to think they’re both at fault.

Keith inhales Lance, savors the body heat and comfort of being so close without the worry of what others might think. That’s the beauty of disguises. For a time, no matter how brief, you’re someone else. You can do just about anything under the guise of staying in-character.

At least that’s the excuse you can use if someone later questions your actions.

This moment feels fragile to Keith. It’s almost as if he and Lance are an actual couple, dancing together at a party. Keith wonders what it would be like to travel the universe like this. Lance at his side, a steady presence, a constant.

Keith lets himself be a bit selfish. He leans his forehead against Lance’s and breathes. His heart beats a frantic staccato in his chest, but he doesn’t pull away.

And neither does Lance.