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[paus-princesa]

A/N : A little bit delayed due personal reasons but its here! The final part of the princess treatment series with my soulmate and wife @paucubarsisimp ~ enjoy <3

💋 Counting Kisses 💋

Marc had been running on fumes lately. Training, matches, and expectations weighed heavily on his shoulders, and you could see it in the way his usual playful energy had dimmed just a little. He wasn’t miserable—far from it—but you could tell he needed something to lift his spirits.

And what better way to do that than with a little love?

So, you came up with a plan.

~💋~

It started small.

The moment Marc walked through the door that evening, looking pleasantly surprised to find you waiting for him in the hallway, you grinned and stood on your toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“One,” you whispered.

He blinked, a tiny smile tugging at his lips as he tilted his head down to meet your eyes. “One what?”

You didn’t answer, simply taking his hand and leading him toward the living room, where you’d set up a cozy little space just for the two of you—blankets on the couch, warm lighting, and his favorite snacks neatly arranged on the coffee table.

His eyebrows raised in amusement. “Are you spoiling me?”

“Maybe,” you said, pulling him onto the couch. The second he sat down, you cupped his face and kissed the other cheek.

“Two,” you murmured.

Marc narrowed his eyes slightly, a slow grin forming. “Okay, now I know you’re up to something.”

You simply shrugged, settling beside him and offering him a bite of the food you’d prepared. He shook his head fondly but accepted, sighing in contentment as he finally relaxed into the cushions.

For the next hour, you showered him with affection in the form of a kiss countdown.

When he reached for the remote, you kissed the back of his hand.

“Three.”

When he stretched, letting out a tired groan, you leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Four.”

That one made him laugh, his cheeks dusted pink. “This is ridiculous.”

“You love it,” you teased.

“I do,” he admitted, eyes twinkling.

And so it continued.

When he made a comment about the movie, you kissed his temple.

“Five.”

When he pulled you closer to rest against his chest, you turned your head and kissed his jaw.

“Six.”

By the time you reached ten, Marc had caught on completely, and now he was playing along, leaning in expectantly every time you moved.

“I think you’re just looking for excuses to kiss me,” he teased.

You gasped dramatically. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing?”

He chuckled, fingers tracing absentminded patterns on your arm. “What number are we at now?”

You pretended to think, tapping your chin. “I believe that was ten.”

Marc hummed, pretending to be deep in thought before he smirked. “How many are we going to?”

You grinned. “Twenty.”

His smile grew. “That means I still get ten more?”

“You do.”

Marc, who had spent the whole night basking in your affection, suddenly decided to turn the tables. Before you could react, he shifted, caging you between his arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“One,” he murmured, voice low and full of warmth.

You let out a soft laugh. “Marc—”

But he didn’t stop.

Another kiss to your cheek.

“Two.”

Then your nose.

“Three.”

Your giggles filled the room as he continued, his lips landing in different places—your jaw, your shoulder, the corner of your mouth.

By the time he reached ten, you were completely flustered, your heart racing.

Marc pulled back slightly, his pretty dark eyes gazing at you with nothing but adoration. “I think I like this game.”

You bit your lip, still breathless. “Good.”

Then you pulled him in for the final kiss, slow and sweet, letting it linger.

“Twenty,” you whispered against his lips.

Marc smiled into the kiss before wrapping his arms around you completely, burying his face in your neck. “I think I need to start having bad days more often if it means getting spoiled like this.”

You rolled your eyes but held him just as tightly.

“Anytime, Marc.”

And you meant it. Because if there was one thing you’d never get tired of, it was loving him.

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

🦋 OFF Limits 🦋

Pau knew this day would come, he knew he couldn't keep such a huge secret from his sister forever . Pau Cubarsí was not a fool. He had just hoped it wouldn’t happen like this.

Irene stood in front of him, arms crossed, her expression a mix of shock and betrayal. Her best friend—his girlfriend—stood beside him, nervously looking for the floor to shield herself from the possible rage and disappointment she expected from her best friend.

“Are you kidding me?” Irene’s voice was sharp, her eyes flickering between them. “How long has this -" she mentions between the two caught lovers "- been going on?”

Pau cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “Uh… since last summer?”

Irene’s gaze snapped to her best friend. “And you didn’t tell me?”

You winced, knowing there was no easy way out of this. “I wanted to, I swear! But… we weren’t sure how you’d react.”

Irene scoffed. “Oh, you weren’t sure?” She gestured wildly at Pau. “You’re dating my best friend! Of course I was going to react?! Just because you're the same age doesn't mean that you should date ”

Pau frowned, crossing his arms. “We're not that much younger than you, Irene. We are old and mature enoughto have a serious relationship.”

“That’s not the point!” Irene let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing her temples.

Pau and you exchanged a guilty glance. Yeah, this was not going well.

“I can’t believe this,” Irene muttered, pacing the room. “All this time, and neither of you thought to tell me?”

Pau ran a hand through his hair. “We wanted to. We just… didn’t want it to be weird.”

Irene shot him a seriously? look. “Oh, because this isn’t weird at all?”

You sighed. “Irene, I swear, I didn’t do this to hurt you. I just—” She glanced at Pau, her voice softening. “I really like him.... like more than just a crush.”

Pau’s heart swelled a little, but Irene groaned dramatically. “Don’t do that. Don’t look all soft at each other in front of me.” She turned to Pau with a pointed look. “And you—you better not screw this up.”

Pau huffed. “Why does everyone act like I’m incapable of having a relationship?”

“Because you’re my little brother,” Irene shot back. “And I’ve seen you do dumb things.”

Pau rolled his eyes, but you placed a hand on Irene’s arm. “I swear, Irene, I wouldn’t be with him if I didn’t think this was something really special.”

Irene sighed, her expression softening just a little. “I know that. And that’s part of the problem. Because I care about both of you.”

Her words caught Pau off guard. He had expected yelling, maybe even a full-blown meltdown. But this? This was different.

Irene looked at her you , her voice quieter now. “You’re my best friend. I don’t want to lose that. And I don’t want to see you get hurt either.”

Your expression softened at her vulnerability. “Irene…”

“And you,” Irene turned to Pau, her protective instincts still in full force, “I know you’re my brother, but that doesn’t mean I won’t come for you if you mess this up.”

Pau raised his hands in surrender. “Noted.”

A long silence stretched between them before Irene finally sighed. “Okay. Fine. I guess I’ll allow this.”

Pau blinked. “Wait, really?”

You couldn't help but look just as surprised. “You’re not mad?”

“Oh, I’m mad,” Irene said, crossing her arms. “But mostly because you two hid it from me. I mean, I would’ve freaked out no matter what, but at least I wouldn’t have had to find out by walking in on you two basically making out .”

Pau and you exchanged another guilty glance.

Irene groaned. “Just—ugh. Whatever. You guys are a thing now, I guess.” She pointed a finger at you "But just so you know, I still expect to have time alone with you. You were my best friend first.”

You broke out in a sweet grin, pulling her into a hug. “Of course, Irene. You’re stuck with me forever.”

Irene hesitated for a second before returning the hug. “Damn right, I am.”

Pau watched the two of them, a small smile playing on his lips. Maybe this wasn’t the worst-case scenario after all.

As you pulled away, you couldn't help but ask one more time “So… we’re okay?”

Irene let out a deep breath, then nodded. “Yeah. We’re okay.” Then she turned to Pau and narrowed her eyes. “But if I hear about anything stupid—”

“I got it,” Pau cut in before she could finish.

Irene rolled her eyes, but there was no real annoyance there anymore. Just acceptance. Begrudging, slightly dramatic acceptance—but acceptance nonetheless.

You secretly (- or not so secretly ) reached for Pau's hand again, and this time, Irene didn’t say a word.

Pau squeezed your hand, a silent thank you passing between them.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

Love Rival

A/N : my first ever request! I hope you like it anon ( and everyone else too ofc ) ^-^

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Héctor never thought he’d be jealous of a cat. And yet, here he was, glaring at the little ball of fluff curled up in your lap, purring like it owned you.

Your fingers absentmindedly ran through the cat’s soft fur, your voice full of love as you cooed, “Who’s my perfect little baby? You are! Yes, you are!” before peppering the little cat in kisses - which it happily accepted.

Héctor’s mouth dropped open slightly. His arms crossed tightly over his chest as he scoffed. “Unbelievable.”

You looked up at him, amused. “What?”

He gestured to the cat in your lap —your beloved pet, the furry little creature who had somehow become his biggest enemy. “You never talk to me like that,” he grumbled. “Where’s my baby talk followed by kisses?”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Héctor, do you want me to call you ‘my little baby’?”

His cheeks turned a little pink. “That’s not the point,” he muttered, shifting on the couch. “The point is that I should be the one in your lap, getting all your attention. But no. He is.”

The cat blinked up at him lazily, stretching out and nuzzling even further into your legs as if to say, Yeah, and what about it?

Héctor narrowed his eyes. “He did that on purpose.”

You giggled, scratching behind your cat’s ears, which only made the purring louder. Héctor swore the sound was mocking him.

“This isn’t fair,” he sighed dramatically, sinking down beside you. His head rested on your shoulder as he pouted. “I’m your boyfriend, remember princesa? The one you’re supposed to love the most?”

“I do love you the most,” you reassured him, turning your head to press a kiss to his cheek.

Hector's mood brightened up for a moment —until he noticed the cat staring at him with what he could only describe as smug satisfaction. His rival had won yet another battle.

1 | 0 for you, little thief

~ 🦋~

Héctor had started to believe your cat was doing this on purpose. The proof?

Exhibit A: Every time he tried to cuddle you, the cat would jump onto your lap first, settling in like it had some sort of claim on you.

Exhibit B: The cat had an uncanny ability to interrupt every romantic moment. The second Héctor leaned in for a kiss? Meow! The cat would appear out of nowhere, rubbing against your face and completely ruining the mood.

Exhibit C: You let the cat sleep in your bed. Between you and Héctor. Every night.

“This is ridiculous,” Héctor mumbled one evening as he climbed into bed beside you, only to find your cat already curled up in his spot. “That’s my place.”

You rolled your eyes, scooping up the cat and placing it beside you instead. “You two need to get along.”

Héctor huffed, sliding under the blankets and pulling you into his arms possessively. “I was getting along—until he stole my girlfriend.”

Your cat meowed, almost as if it understood him. Héctor narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Keep acting innocent.”

You giggled, pressing your face against his chest. “You know, you’re both pretty similar.”

Héctor pulled back to give you an affronted look. “Excuse me? I am nothing like him.”

“You both love me more than anything.” You smiled up at him. “And you both hate sharing me.”

Héctor opened his mouth to argue but promptly closed it when he realized… you were absolutely right. He did love you more than anything. And, if he were a cat, he definitely wouldn’t let anyone else near you either.

He sighed, defeated. “Fine. Maybe we have one thing in common.”

Your cat purred in satisfaction. Héctor groaned.

2 | 1 for the fluffy rival

~ 🦋~

The real breaking point came one lazy Sunday afternoon. You were lying on the couch, cuddled up against Héctor's chest while scratching your cat’s chin.

Héctor had almost dozed off, comfortable in your warmth, when suddenly—thud. A tiny paw smacked against his face.

He sat up immediately, eyes wide. “Did he just slap me?”

You bit your lip, clearly trying not to laugh. “He’s just playing—”

“No. No, that was an attack,” Héctor insisted, staring at the cat in betrayal. “I think he actually hates me.”

You reached over and scooped the cat up, holding it close to your chest. “He doesn’t hate you! He’s just—territorial. Besides this is your son, of course he loves you. He is just a mama boy - like you are with your mom.”

“Oh, you think?” Héctor muttered, rubbing his cheek. “I’m fighting for my life over here.”

The cat nuzzled into your neck, and Héctor let out a deep sigh. He reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently scratching the cat’s ears. “Alright, fine. I guess we can share your love.”

The cat blinked at him, almost as if considering his offer. Then, slowly, it bumped its little head against his hand in approval.

Héctor raised an eyebrow. “Did we just call a truce?”

You gasped. “Oh my god, did he just accept you?”

Héctor gave a smug grin. “Looks like I finally won him over.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “Took you long enough.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, finally getting the uninterrupted kiss he’d been waiting for all day. And, surprisingly, the cat didn’t interrupt this time.

Maybe, just maybe, Héctor and his furry little rival could find a way to co-exist. As long as they both got to love you, that was enough.

For now.

~🦋~

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

A/N: Another part of the collaboration series with my wife @paucubarsisimp <3

⚘ Under the Stars, With You ⚘

Pau had been exhausted lately. Between training, matches, and all the expectations that came with being a rising star, he barely had time to breathe. You could see it in the way his shoulders sagged when he came home, the way his responses were softer, quieter—like he was running on fumes.

That’s when you decided: he needed a break. And you were going to make sure he got it.

So, you planned something special. Nothing extravagant—just something simple, something peaceful. Something that would let him forget about the weight of the world for a little while.

When Pau arrived home that evening, his mind was already foggy with exhaustion. He let out a tired sigh as he stepped inside, expecting the usual—maybe a quick meal, a shower, and then straight to bed.

But instead, he was greeted by the soft glow of fairy lights leading toward the balcony.

His brows furrowed as he set his bag down. “What’s this?” he called out, curiosity lacing his voice.

You peeked your head from the doorway with a sheepish smile. “You’ll see. Come on.”

Intrigued, Pau followed you onto the balcony, and his tired eyes widened slightly at the sight before him.

The small space had been completely transformed into a cozy little haven. A thick blanket was spread across the floor, surrounded by pillows and smaller blankets for extra warmth. Candles flickered softly on the small table, casting a golden hue over the setup. There were snacks—his favorites, of course—and a thermos that he could already tell contained hot chocolate.

But what really took his breath away was the sky above you both.

Clear, endless, and painted with stars.

Pau let out a small breath, tilting his head up as he took it all in.

“You did all this?” he asked, glancing at you, his voice softer now.

You nodded, tugging him toward the blankets. “You’ve been working so hard lately. I figured you deserved a night to just… be.”

A slow smile spread across his lips as he allowed you to pull him down onto the blankets. He immediately relaxed, stretching out and letting his body sink into the comfort of the pillows.

“I think this might be the best idea you’ve ever had,” he murmured, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers.

You chuckled, squeezing his hand lightly. “I have my moments.”

For a while, you both just laid there, staring up at the night sky in comfortable silence. The city lights twinkled in the distance, but up here, in your little bubble, it felt like nothing else existed.

Pau let out a deep sigh, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on the back of your hand.

“This reminds me of when I was a kid,” he mused after a moment. “I used to love looking at the stars.”

You turned your head to look at him, curiosity piqued. “Yeah?”

He nodded, his eyes still fixed on the sky. “My grandfather used to take me out to the fields back home, where the stars were even clearer. He’d tell me stories—constellations, myths, all kinds of things. I used to think that if I stared at them long enough, I’d be able to reach them.”

There was something nostalgic in his tone, something soft.

You smiled, scooting a little closer so you could rest your head against his shoulder. “That’s adorable.”

Pau chuckled, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to your temple. “I don’t know about adorable, but it was nice.”

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in warmth, the sound of the city distant beneath you. Every now and then, you’d point out a particularly bright star, and Pau would hum in agreement, his voice low and soothing.

Eventually, you reached for the thermos, pouring some hot chocolate into a mug before handing it to him.

He took a sip, letting out a pleased sigh. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”

You smirked. “What can I say? I’m a professional at spoiling you.”

He laughed at that, shaking his head before setting the mug down and pulling you even closer. “I think I could get used to this.”

“You better,” you teased, poking his side lightly.

Pau smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face before pressing his forehead against yours. “Thank you,” he murmured. “For this. For always knowing what I need.”

You felt your heart swell at his words. “Always.”

And as you lay there, wrapped up in each other and the infinite sky above, Pau finally felt something he hadn’t in a while—peace.

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

A/N: part 4 of the collaboration with my soulmate @paucubarsisimp <3

⚘ A Walk Down Memory Lane ⚘

Fermín was exhausted.

The kind of exhaustion that settled deep into his bones, the kind that even a hot shower and eight hours of sleep couldn’t shake off. Training had been intense, the pressure unrelenting, and the season demanded more from him with each passing day.

So when he pushed open the front door that evening, all he wanted was to collapse on the couch and maybe—if he had the energy—scroll mindlessly on his phone for a bit before knocking out.

What he didn’t expect was to walk into a dimly lit living room, fairy lights twinkling softly, and the scent of something warm and familiar filling the air.

His brows furrowed as he stepped inside, immediately greeted by the sight of the space completely transformed. The coffee table had been pushed back to make room for a cozy setup on the floor—blankets and pillows neatly arranged, candles flickering gently, and a string of photos clipped onto a makeshift memory line hanging across the room.

He blinked in surprise, his tired mind struggling to catch up.

And then he saw you, standing in the middle of it all with that smile of yours—the one that made his heart race no matter how many times he saw it.

“What’s all this?” His voice was hoarse from the long day, but there was a lilt of warmth in it.

You walked up to him, gently taking his bag from his shoulder and setting it aside before wrapping your arms around his waist. He melted into the embrace almost instantly, his own arms coming up to hold you close.

“A surprise,” you murmured against his chest. “I figured you could use a night where you don’t have to think about football, or training, or anything stressful.”

Fermín let out a soft laugh, pulling back just enough to look at you. “You’re spoiling me, aren’t you?”

You grinned, leading him towards the cozy setup. “Absolutely.”

He let you guide him, his body relaxing into the warmth of your presence as you motioned towards the memory line.

“Tonight,” you said, eyes glimmering with excitement, “we’re going on a trip down memory lane.”

His gaze followed the string of photos, and that’s when he really took them in.

Each picture was a moment—a piece of your story together.

There was the first selfie you ever took, his arm slung around your shoulders as you both grinned like idiots. The blurry picture from that amusement park date where he had won you a stuffed bear. A candid shot of him laughing at something you had said, completely unaware that you had snapped the picture.

Fermín’s lips parted slightly, his expression softening as he moved closer, fingertips grazing the edges of the photos.

“You kept all of these?” His voice was quieter now, like he was afraid of breaking the moment.

“Of course,” you said, watching his reaction closely. “Every single one of them means something.”

He swallowed, an unmistakable warmth blooming in his chest as he turned back to you. “You’re unbelievable.”

You chuckled, nudging him towards the blankets. “Come on, let’s get comfortable. There’s more.”

Fermín didn’t need to be told twice. He settled into the nest of pillows, sighing in relief as his body relaxed for the first time all day. You joined him, tucking yourself against his side as you reached for a small box on the table.

“I made this for you,” you said, handing it to him.

He raised a brow in curiosity before carefully opening the lid. Inside was a collection of handwritten notes, each folded neatly. Fermín picked one up and unfolded it, his lips curving into a smile as he read aloud.

"Reasons Why I Love You #4: The way you scrunch your nose when you’re trying not to laugh."

His head snapped up, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You made a whole list?”

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling a little shy. “Maybe.”

His grin widened as he pulled out another.

"Reasons Why I Love You #17: How you always pull me closer in your sleep, even when you’re half-conscious."

He let out a soft chuckle, reaching for another, but you stopped him, laughing. “Hey, slow down! You can read them throughout the night.”

Fermín shook his head in disbelief, setting the box aside before wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer until your foreheads nearly touched.

“You really went all out for this.”

You nodded, brushing your fingers against his cheek. “Because you deserve it.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything—just looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

And then, without warning, he kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed or desperate, just soft and full of unspoken gratitude. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, and you could feel the small smile on his lips.

“You’re gonna make me fall in love with you all over again,” he murmured.

You laughed, nudging his nose with yours. “That was the plan.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, tightening his hold on you before shifting his gaze back to the memory line.

“Tell me about these,” he said, pointing to a few of the photos.

So you did.

You told him the stories behind each one, the little moments that led up to them, the silly things you both said or did. And Fermín, for the first time in weeks, let himself completely relax.

The stress, the exhaustion, the pressure—it all faded into the background.

Because right here, in this moment, all that mattered was you.

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

A/N: Hiii guys! I am still alive and well and will post a bunch of my drafts this week so stay tunned > ~ < feedback is appreciated ♡

🤍Chapter One: Where It All Begins 🤍

Her POV

It was the kind of event I usually dreaded.

A star-studded gala for young talents across all fields—sports, film, music, even tech. The kind with too many flashes, too many overly confident boys in tailored suits, and the type of small talk that felt like swallowing glitter: pretty on the outside, but hollow as hell.

I had shown up out of obligation. My agent insisted it was good PR. "Mingle," she'd said. "Network. Maybe smile a little."

But all I wanted was to survive the evening, maybe steal a few hors d'oeuvres, and disappear without anyone asking me about my upcoming projects or "what it's like being young and successful."

So there I was, leaning against a pillar in my floor-length babyblue gown, sipping sparkling water and scanning the room like it was a movie set I didn’t quite belong in. I didn’t realize how tightly I was gripping my clutch until my knuckles turned white.

And then I saw him.

Across the room, standing awkwardly near a high table, was a young man who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. Handsome, lean, dressed in a classic black suit that couldn’t quite hide how stiff he was in it. His curls were just a little unruly, his hands clasped in front of him, and his eyes—dark and quiet—kept scanning the crowd with the kind of nervous energy that felt... painfully familiar.

He looked lost.

Then I noticed how everyone around him was speaking English. Fast, glossy, charming English. The kind you grow up swimming in when you're part of this scene. And he—he was just standing there, politely nodding, clearly not following.

Without thinking, I crossed the room.

"¿Estás bien?" I asked, gently.

His head snapped up. Surprise flickered across his face, then relief. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

"Sí, sí. Solo... no entiendo mucho."

His voice was soft, careful. The kind you lean in for. The kind that makes you want to protect it.

I smiled, suddenly shy.

"Sorry—I mean, lo siento. I just saw you standing here and thought... you looked like you needed someone to talk to. En español."

He chuckled. It was small but genuine.

"Gracias."

There was a long pause. Not awkward, just suspended. Like the space between heartbeats.

And then, I rambled.

God, I rambled.

"Absolutely! Here's a revised version of her rant with a mix of Spanish, English, and a bit of German, just like you asked—adorably rambling, flustered, and full of genuine admiration:

---

She stood in front of him, breath hitching for a second, and then it tumbled out all at once:

“Vale, esto es raro, lo sé, pero—yo te vi jugar, en serio, fue increíble. Like—wirklich unglaublich. No soy fan del fútbol, o sea, no lo era, pero tú… tú haces que parezca arte. Incluso yo, que no entiendo las reglas, podía ver lo bueno que eres. So good. Y no solo eso, es cómo te mueves, cómo... cómo te lanzas por cada balón como si fuera lo más importante del mundo. Como si te importara más el equipo que tu "

She stopped just to breathe and collect her thoughts, eyes wide with both awe and nerves, then pressed on without giving him a chance to respond, cheeks flushed but determined.

"Siempre estás cuidando de todos. Se nota. En cada partido. Aunque yo solo haya visto unos cuantos clips… bueno, muchos clips ahora. Y entrevistas. Y—ugh, esto suena tan creepy, no quería sonar como una loca. Ich bin nicht verrückt, wirklich!"

She finally laughed awkwardly, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Solo… quería decirte eso. Que lo que haces importa. Que tú importas. Y que... bueno, si nadie más te lo ha dicho hoy—eres increíble, Pedro”

My eyes flicked to his face before I realized I was staring.

“Sorry. I’m talking too much. I just—wanted to say that I think you’re incredible.”

He blinked. And then smiled.

The kind of smile that could power a small city.

I exhaled, finally.

"I’m sorry. Again. I’m normally more composed than this."

He shook his head. "No, está bien. Me gusta oírte hablar."

And just like that, I was done for.

Pedro’s POV

I had no idea what I was doing there.

Everyone else looked like they belonged. Confident, fluent in English, laughing with that easy, expensive charm that made me feel like a kid who had snuck into an adult party. I kept close to the wall, trying not to fidget with the cuffs of my suit.

I understood maybe every fifth word. Smiled when I thought it was appropriate. Nodded too much.

I was already counting down the minutes until I could leave when she walked up to me.

She was like a dream—graceful but not intimidating, beautiful in a way that made my breath catch, and speaking to me in Spanish like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I must have looked like an idiot.

But she didn’t seem to mind.

She just talked.

And I listened.

God, how I listened.

Her voice was quick and warm, and it mixed Spanish with English and even a few German words here and there. She waved her hands a lot when she spoke, especially when she got passionate about something. And she got passionate about me.

She said I played like it meant something. That I gave everything. That she saw me.

People talk about talent, stats, performance. But she talked about heart.

I couldn’t stop looking at her. And I knew—I knew—right then and there, I would never forget this girl.

We ended up on the balcony, away from the noise.

The sky was dark and full of city light. She leaned into me, her hands resting on my shoulders, her fingers in my hair. I had my hands on her waist, holding her like she might float away.

We talked about everything and nothing. Her filming schedule. My training. Silly stuff. Deep stuff. The animal she said I reminded her of (a red panda, apparently). I laughed more in one hour than I had all month.

And when the silence came, it wasn’t empty. It was full of something new.

I leaned in. She did too.

Our faces were inches apart. Her breath on my lips.

I asked softly, “¿Puedo besarte?”

Her eyes melted.

And just as her lips parted to say yes—

Someone opened the balcony door.

She had to leave.

A flight. A set. A life.

She squeezed my hand and whispered, "Write me."

And then she was gone.

I didn’t stop smiling for days.

My teammates teased me. The media noticed. Fans made collages of my "post-event glow."

But they didn’t know the half of it.

They didn’t know that two days later, I sent the biggest care package of my life to a film set in Canada:

– My game-worn jersey, signed.

– A plush red panda.

– A long, hand-written letter that I rewrote six times.

– A custom-designed necklace: my initials, my number, a small diamond, and a silly charm only she’d get.

– My favorite Catalan and Canarian snacks.

– A hoodie that still smelled like me.

– My phone number.

And at the bottom of the note:

"Dime que sí. Déjame invitarte a una cita. O diez. O todas las que quieras."

Let me take you on a date. Or ten. Or as many as you’ll allow.

She didn’t text for two days.

I nearly went mad.

And then—

"Is this my obsessed future husband?"

I nearly dropped my phone.

To be continued in Chapter Two...

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

Personal Lifeguard

You stood at the edge of the pool, arms crossed, watching Marc wade effortlessly through the water. His toned arms cut through the surface smoothly as he swam to the other side, turning back to face you with that stupid smirk of his.

"Are you getting in, or are you just gonna stand there looking pretty?" he teased, resting his arms on the pool’s edge.

You shot him a glare. "I'm perfectly fine right here, thanks."

Marc raised an eyebrow. "What, scared of a little water?"

You hesitated, avoiding his gaze. He knew you weren’t afraid of water—just what could happen if you weren’t standing on solid ground.

His expression shifted as realization dawned on him. “Wait—don’t tell me…” His eyes lit up with amusement. “You can’t swim?”

Your face heated up. “So what if I can’t?”

Marc let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “So you’re tiny and you can’t swim? You really do need me for survival, huh?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “I’m not that small.”

He grinned. “You are, bonita.” He gestured to the water. “Come on, I’ll teach you.”

You eyed the pool skeptically. “I don’t know…”

Marc pushed himself up slightly, resting his arms on the edge as he looked up at you. “Do you trust me?”

You bit your lip, hesitating for a second before sighing. “...Yeah.”

His smirk softened into something warmer. “Then come here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, dipping your toes into the water. It was cool against your skin, but the real problem wasn’t the temperature—it was the way your heart pounded at the thought of sinking.

Marc noticed the hesitation and reached out. “Hold onto me.”

You gave him a wary look, but he just rolled his eyes playfully. “Seriously, I won’t let you go.”

Slowly, you took his hands, allowing him to pull you in. The water lapped against your waist, and instinctively, you clung to him.

Marc chuckled. “You’re holding onto me like I’m about to throw you in.”

“You better not,” you muttered, gripping his arms.

He smirked. “Tempting.”

“Marc.” you warned him.

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, steadying you. “Relax. Just lean into me.”

You hesitated before doing as he said, pressing yourself against him while he effortlessly kept you both afloat. His arms wrapped around you securely, and for a moment, the fear ebbed away.

“See?” he murmured. “Not so bad, right?”

You mumbled something into his shoulder, and he chuckled. “What was that?”

“I said I still don’t like it.”

He grinned, shifting slightly so you had no choice but to look at him. “But you like me,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Debatable.”

Marc gasped dramatically. “Debatable? After all I do for you?”

You smiled despite yourself. “I never asked for a personal lifeguard.”

He smirked. “Too bad. You’re stuck with me.”

His voice was softer now, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against you. It was comforting—reassuring.

You sighed, relaxing slightly. “I guess if I ever drown, at least I know you’ll save me.”

Marc’s grip on you tightened just a little. “You won’t. I won’t let you.”

Your breath hitched at the seriousness in his tone. He wasn’t just teasing anymore. He meant it.

After a long pause, you whispered, “Okay.”

Marc smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Good.”

He held you a little longer, letting you get used to the feeling of floating in his arms. And maybe—just maybe—you didn’t mind the water so much, as long as you were with him.

~🦋~

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

Worth the Wait

You stood outside Marc’s house, your heart pounding against your ribs. Months apart had felt like forever, and now that you were finally here, the nerves were kicking in.

What if he had changed? What if things felt different? What if—

The front door swung open before you could finish that thought, and suddenly, there he was.

Marc Bernal Casas , in the flesh.

For a split second, he just stared, as if his brain was struggling to process that you were really standing in front of him. Then his expression shifted—shock, disbelief, and then something so pure it made your chest ache.

“No jodas…”

You barely had time to react before he moved. One second, you were standing there, and the next, you were wrapped up in his arms, feet lifted off the ground as he spun you around.

You laughed, clinging to him as he buried his face in your neck. “Surprise?”

Marc let out a breathless laugh, still holding you tight. “You’re actually here.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your fingers brushing against his jaw. “I told you I’d come as soon as I could.”

His hands rested on your waist, as if afraid to let go. “Yeah, but I didn’t think you meant today.”

You grinned. “Wanted to see your face when you realized.”

He shook his head, his smile almost too big now. “I hate you for not telling me.”

You smirked. “No, you don’t.”

Marc exhaled sharply, shaking his head before leaning in and kissing you, slow and deep, like he was making up for lost time. And maybe he was. Months apart had been brutal, but right now? Right now, it was worth it.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “How long are you staying?”

You smiled. “A while.”

Marc grinned, eyes shining. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go again.”

~ 🦋 ~

Marc practically dragged you inside, still holding your hand like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. His family was sitting in the living room, and as soon as you stepped in, all eyes turned to you.

His mom was the first to react. “Ay, Dios mío!”

Before you knew it, she was pulling you into a hug, speaking a mile a minute in Spanish about how beautiful you looked, how happy she was to finally meet you, and how Marc should’ve told her sooner.

“Mamá, ella quería que fuera una sorpresa,” Marc tried to defend himself, but she just waved him off.

His brother Toni was more amused than anything, exchanging glances before grinned at you. “So you’re the one who makes him all lame and smiley over the phone?”

Marc groaned. “Seriously?”

You laughed, reaching over and intertwiningyour hands . “Sounds like him.”

His dad, who had been watching the whole interaction with an amused smirk, finally spoke up. “Well, it’s good to finally put a face to the name.”

Marc’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, and you knew he was really happy about this moment. Introducing you to his family meant something.

His mom clapped her hands together. “You must be hungry! Come, sit!”

And just like that, you were welcomed into the Bernal household as if you had always belonged there.

~ 🦋 ~

A few days later, Marc insisted on bringing you along to meet his friends.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” he said, squeezing your hand as you walked toward the group. “They’re gonna love you.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “What if they don’t?”

Marc grinned. “Then they’re not my friends anymore.”

You rolled your eyes, but the sentiment still made your heart flip.

As soon as you arrived, his friends immediately turned to Marc with wide eyes.

“No way,” one of them laughed. “She’s real?”

Marc huffed. “Yes, dumbass.”

You laughed, already feeling some of the tension melt away.

Another one nudged Marc. “Man, she’s way too good for you.”

Marc just smirked, wrapping an arm around you. “I know.”

The rest of the day was spent with them teasing Marc, asking you all the embarrassing questions, and overall making you feel like you had known them forever.

At one point, one of them smirked. “So, how did you end up with this guy?”

You pretended to think. “Honestly? Still trying to figure that out.”

Marc gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Betrayed in my own friend group.”

His friends erupted into laughter, and you just leaned into Marc, grinning.

Yeah. This? This felt like home.

~ 🦋 ~

That night, after a long day filled with family, friends, and more laughter than you had in months, you found yourself lying next to Marc, your head resting on his chest.

His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

“You know,” he murmured, voice soft, “I think this is the happiest I’ve been in a long time.”

You lifted your head slightly, looking up at him. “Yeah?”

He nodded, his other hand brushing against your cheek. “I missed you more than I even realized.”

Your fingers curled around his shirt. “Me too.”

He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Promise me something?”

You blinked up at him. “What?”

“That we won’t go this long without seeing each other again.”

You smiled, reaching up to cup his face. “I promise.”

Marc exhaled, his grip on you tightening slightly. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go again.”

And you believed him. Because right here, in his arms, you knew—he was worth every mile, every second apart, every moment spent waiting.

And now? Now, you had all the time in the world.

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

🦋 Masterlist Pedri 🦋

♡ Headcanons

~ Love at first sight with celebrity part 2

♡ Fics

~ chapter one

♡ Thoughs

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

🦋Masterlist Pau 🦋

♡ Headcanons

~ Love at first sight with a celebrity

♡ Fics

~ OFF Limits

♡ Thoughts

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

Princess Treatment

The series with @paucubarsisimp

♡ Cooking for him ~ Ferran Torres

☆ Movie Night and Cuddles ~ Pedro González

♡ Face Masks ~ Pablo Gavira

☆ A Walk Down Memory Lane ~ Fermín López

♡ Picnics ~ Lamine Yamal

☆ Under the stars with you ~ Pau Cubarsí

♡ Candelit dinner ~ Héctor Fort

☆ Counting Kisses ~ Marc Bernal

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

🦋 Masterlist Pablo 🦋

♡ Headcanons

~ Love at first sight with a celebrity

♡ Fics

♡ Thoughs

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

🦋 Masterlist Marc 🦋

♡ Headcanons

~ Love at first sight with a celebrity

♡ Fics

~ Personal Lifeguard

~ Worth the wait

♡ Thoughts

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

🦋 Tiny Trouble 🦋

A/N : I tried my best to make it as accurate as possible despite not being too familiar with Antonio ^-^ hope you enjoy it

“You know, I almost didn’t see you down there,” Toni teased, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at you.

You crossed your arms, glaring up at him. “Ha ha. So funny.”

He grinned, leaning down just a little—because even when he tried to be at eye level, the height difference was still ridiculous. “I mean, can you blame me? You’re practically pocket-sized.”

You groaned, already regretting standing so close to him. “I’m not that short.”

Toni raised an eyebrow. “You’re 4’11”.”

“And you’re just too tall,” you shot back, standing on your tiptoes to poke his chest.

He barely flinched, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Nah, I think you’re just too small.”

Before you could argue, Toni casually rested his elbow on your head, using you like a human armrest. You let out an exasperated sigh, swatting his arm away. “Toni!”

He chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender. “What? You’re literally the perfect height for it.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“And yet, you love me,” he said smugly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t push him away. Because, unfortunately, he was right.

~🦋~

The real struggle came when you needed something from the top shelf.

Toni watched in amusement as you stretched your arms as high as they could go, just barely brushing the edge of the box you needed. You even tried hopping a little, which only made him laugh harder.

“Need some help?” he asked, leaning casually against the counter.

You sighed. “Obviously.”

Toni reached for the box easily—but instead of handing it to you, he held it above your head.

You whine at him. “Toniiiii.”

He smirked. “Come on, almost there!”

You huffed, standing on your tiptoes and reaching for it, but he just lifted it higher.

“Toni, I swear—”

“What? I’m just helping improve your jumping skills.”

You glared at him. “Give. It. To. Me.”

He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Hmm… maybe if you say please.”

You crossed your arms. “Not happening.”

Toni grinned. “Then I guess this stays with me.”

You narrowed your eyes, then suddenly stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face into his chest.

Toni tensed. “Wait—”

Before he could react, you looked up at him, putting your best puppy eyes to use. “Please?”

His grip on the box wavered. “That’s not fair.”

You batted your lashes. “I thought you wanted me to say it.”

He groaned, then finally handed you the box. “You cheated.”

You grinned in victory. “I strategized.”

Toni just shook his head, muttering, “Chiquitita with an attitude.”

~🦋~

He loved teasing you, but there was something else he really loved—picking you up.

It didn’t matter where you were. If he wanted to hug you, he’d do it properly—which meant lifting you off the ground like you weighed nothing.

You had just gotten comfortable on the couch when Toni plopped down next to you and immediately pulled you into his lap.

“Toni!” you yelped as he lifted you up slightly, adjusting you so you were comfortably sitting on his legs.

He grinned. “You fit perfectly here, don’t you think?”

You pouted. “You can’t just move me whenever you feel like it.”

“Sure, I can,” he said, resting his chin on top of your head. “You’re so tiny, it’s too easy.”

You huffed but leaned into him anyway. “One day, I’m gonna fight back.”

Toni chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head. “You’re adorable when you try to act tough.”

You let out an annoyed groan, but you didn’t pull away.

—

Despite all the teasing, Toni was always the first to defend you.

One day, someone made a comment about your height—something about how you looked like a little kid standing next to him.

Before you could even process it, Toni threw an arm around you and smirked at the person. “Yeah, she’s small. And she’s mine. Any other observations you wanna make?”

The person awkwardly laughed, backing off.

Toni turned to you with a proud grin. “See? Only I get to make fun of you.”

You rolled your eyes but secretly loved how protective he was.

He was your annoying, taller boyfriend but you wouldn't have it any other way.

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

🦋 Masterlist Héctor 🦋

♡ Headcanons

~ Love at first sight with a celebrity

♡ Fics

~ Love Rival

♡ Thoughts

~ princesa 🦋

[paus-princesa]

🦋 Masterlist others 🦋

♡ Antonio Fernández

~ Tiny Trouble

♡ Fermín López

~ Walk Down Memory Line

~ princesa 🦋