#sofia lesaro

(@armanda-lucia-salazar I am operating as though this is a separate universe. I own Sofía, but in this story, she’s an only child. Not that something happened to Carolina, just operating with my own OC cause I wanted to experiment with something. Also, in this story Sofía is 9, not 5)

Guillermo Lesaro was experiencing something that was not common for him, and he wasn’t sure if he could handle it if things didn’t go well. He was scared. He hated feeling scared, weak or helpless.

He had arranged things carefully and meticulously, but... he was still terrified that it would all be for nothing. It had to go perfectly.

But, the worst part was that there was a lot about this he couldn’t control. He couldn’t make anyone be happy about this, but he couldn’t bare the thought of anyone hating each other either.

“Are you alright Gui?” Armando asked from the seat next to him. He looked at Lesaro with concern written across his features. “Y-yes, I’m... I’m just a little nervous is all.” Mando just smiled at him, “Oh come now, it will be fine. I don’t see how this could possibly go wrong.”

Lesaro groaned. Why did he have to say that. Now something was definitely going to go wrong!

They arrived at Lesaro’s house a few minutes later, and they climbed out of the carriage. As soon as the carriage began to pull away, the door to the house opened and Sofía came running out to greet him. Even with his nerves, Lesaro couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he leaned down and returned the hug.

“Welcome home, daddy! How was your trip? Who’s this man? Is he a friend from work? Did you kill a lot of pirates? I missed you so much!” Guillermo just laughed! She was such an energetic child, always had been.

“You’ve met him before mija. The trip was long, but successful. We killed many pirates!” He picked her up with a bit of effort as he spoke. Reminded that his daughter was still growing every day, even if he wasn’t here to watch it happen.

“This is my friend, Armando. Don’t you remember? He is the Capitán of the ship I work on. Can you say hello?” “Oh, right! Hi! Nice to see you again.” Armando was grinning like an idiot and fighting a laugh at her infectious energy, but didn’t forget his manners. With a little bow, he answered, “Well, hello there niña. It is very nice to see you again.”

His bow earned a giggle from Sofía, and a smile from her father. “Alright, let’s go inside shall we? Dinner shouldn’t be too long and I’m getting too old to be carrying you around mija.”

Armando didn’t bother to hide his laughter this time and it quickly got he and Sofía laughing too. Thankfully, Armando was more than happy to keep Sofía entertained while Guillermo went upstairs to unpack. He came back downstairs to find them playing very well together. The sight was so endearing that he ended up stopping partway down the stairs just to take it in a little longer.

Soon after though, dinner was ready and they all sat down to eat.

Much of dinner was spent hearing what Sofía had been up to since he was last at home. Every now and then he’d catch little glances from Armando that bordered on impatience, but he tried to ignore them. He understood why, and knows Armando is right; he shouldn’t keep stalling, but...

Instead he decides to continue the conversation with Sofía out of genuine interest and manners, ...at least, that’s what he told himself. Really, he was just afraid to start the conversation Armando was waiting for.

After dinner, Sofía ran upstairs to grab a painting she had made while her Papi had been away. As soon as she left the room, Armando turned to Lesaro and gave him a stern but sad look. “Gui? Are you ever going to tell her?”

Lesaro looked away from his gaze in shame. “I-I will, it’s just... what... what if she’s not happy about it?” Mando’s gaze turned sympathetic and he reached across the table to hold Lesaro’s hand. “We will never know, if we never ask her, querido.”

Smiling, Lesaro lets out a sigh, “Sí, Mando, I know you are right. I’m just... scared...” “Of what? A 9-year old?” “Yes. Wait! No! That’s not-...ughhhh.” Armando chuckles. “You aren’t helping.” “I know, I’m sorry. Look, Gui. I know you are scared, but I promise you it will be okay. Do you want me to leave the room when you tell her? Or do you want me to stay?”

“I-I don’t know... I’m not sure if-“ “Papiiii!” Lesaro quickly retracted his hand from Armando’s and put on a smile for his little princess. “Hello there mija! What a lovely painting that is!”

After about 15 minutes, Armando ran out of patience and decided to play dirty. “Sofía, your father has something he wants to talk to you about.” He eyes Lesaro’s now terrified face with his calm, but smug one.

Before anything can be said, he leaves the room so he has no other option, but to talk to her.

“What do you want to talk about?” Her eyes are big and full of happy curiosity as she eagerly waits for his answer.

After taking a deep, shaky breadth, he turns to look at her. “Y-yes, I-... Mija, do you... what do you think of Armando?”

She tilts her head and pauses a moment before speaking, “I like him. He’s nice and has a fun laugh. Why?”

“W-well... what would you say if I told you, that, I like him too?” “Well, it wouldn’t make sense if you were friends and didn’t like him.” “N-no mija...” he takes a very deep breadth. “I... love Armando... and... I would like him to stay and... be a part of our family... you... you could have a second padre... what... what do you say?”

At first, she’s confused. Slowly, recognition seeps in and her little eyes go wide in understanding. “Ooohhhh... hmmm...”

As Sofía collects her thoughts and tries to further comprehend what her father just told her, she unknowingly makes her father very anxious. As he waits, he delves into his own thoughts and starts to fear the worst.

“Okay.” “Wait! What-what did you say, mija?” “I said ‘okay’.” “Okay...what?” “You asked me what I say to him being a second padre, and I said ‘okay’. I would like that.”

Guillermo’s heart stopped, and, for a moment, he completely stopped breathing. Did she just say ‘yes’. He had no idea what to do now. He’d spent days thinking about what to do if she said she wasn’t okay with it. Thinking over all the possible reasons she would be uncomfortable and how to change her mind, but, now,... what was he supposed to do? He was completely unprepared for this turn of events.

“Papi? Are you okay?” Without a response from Guillermo, she asked louder, “Papi?! Papi answer me!” “Guillermo? What’s going on in here?” “I don’t know. He won’t answer.”

Armando suddenly came into his field of view and shook him lightly. Eventually, he ended up having to lightly smack him to snap him out of his trance.

“Ah! A-Armando? What-?” “Are you alright, Gui?” “Y-yes I-“ then he remembered why he’d been frozen and he tackled Armando in a crushing hug, “She said yes, Mando! She said Yes!!”

“W-what?... she-? She did? Amor! That’s Wonderful!” Immediately Armando was kissing Guillermo fervently, barely giving him any chance to breathe.”

“Ummmm... Papi?” Quickly, he pulled away from Mando, earning him an eye roll from the other man, and remembered the little 9-year-old was still in the room. “Oh! Ummm... sorry Cariño.” Lesaro couldn’t look her in the eyes, a light blush dusting his face in embarrassment.

He only looked at her again when he heard her giggling, “Wow, Papi. You really do like him!”

Armando barked out a laugh and couldn’t seem to stop. The situation too happy, too wonderful for words. Soon, Guillermo and Sofía were joining him.

All the anxiety Guillermo had been building for the past week or so was completely gone now. His mind finally free to ponder the wonderful future that awaited them.

Sitting up, Lesaro held a hand out to his little girl, “Come here, mija. Come give your new Papi a hug.” Armando easily hoisted the little girl into his arms and, shouldering her to one side, used his now free arm to pull Lesaro into the hug as well.

Armando ended up staying the night, and Guillermo had never slept so peacefully in his life. Everything was just... perfect.

(First solo fan-fic. A little fluff for Lesaro. @armanda-lucia-salazar owns Carolina Lesaro, I own Sofía Lesaro, but I do not own Lesaro himself. Enjoy! 😊)

It just Had to rain didn’t it?

Aching, wet and exhausted, Lesaro enters his house in the evening after just getting back to Spain from the Silent Mary’s most recent voyage. Still in full uniform, he looks at his feet and sluggishly falls against the door, allowing his weight to shut it.

He stays there a moment, leaning against the door and taking in the scent of home. Time away hadn’t changed anything, not the smell of the wood, the flowers, nor the sound the floors made when he crossed them.

Sluggishly, he takes off his shoes, hat and coat, all wet from the rain, but, fortunately, it hadn’t been raining too hard, so the rest of his clothes were dry.

It’s strange, how much children seem to completely change a person, man or woman. You start noticing... just how dangerous the world is... all the ways a naive child could get hurt... for instance, when at home, he’d started leaving his sword in his room and locking it inside, or keeping it in its sheath. Any broken wood in the House was immediately used in the fire and any remaining pieces (like on a railing for instance) would be covered with a cloth.

His job didn’t help either. Traveling was fun, but he can no longer count the number of injured, starving, or terribly sick kids he had seen over the years in less prosperous towns. Ever since his oldest, Carolina, was born, he’d started seeing her face on the faces of these children, and fearing that she might be in the same condition, with him so far away and unable to help. But, Carolina is 15 now... he can no longer see her on the small children, but now he’s tormented by her little sister, Sofia’s, face.

He knows it is foolish, but he can’t help it. Reaching the top of the stairs, he turned away from his own room and opened the door to Carolina’s room instead. She was sound asleep in her bed. He stood a moment and just watched her. In his mind’s eye, she was his little baby again, and not a lieutenant like him. He couldn’t believe how much things changed over the years. Or... how much she could handle now... all by herself, it’s a little sad, in a strange way, to know she doesn’t really need him for anything anymore, but he also couldn’t be more proud...

He decides to leave before she wakes up & starts asking about the voyage. They’ve both gotten in the habit of comparing stories of their adventures. As much fun as it is, he is too tired at the moment to indulge her in such a discussion.

Lesaro closes the door as softly as he can and moves further down the hall to another door. He peeks inside and sees his little five year old Sofía curled up in bed. Sound asleep, and clutching her favorite toy. He sighs in relief and carefully closes the door, knowing full well that he’ll be there all night if he doesn’t leave right now. Besides, Sofía is 5, she’ll likely wake him up in a couple hours from a nightmare anyway.

Back in his own room he changes into something for bed, but before he can climb into bed, he hears a soft knock from his door and a quiet, “Daddy?”

He sighs. Sofïa is awake, and will not simply go back to bed if he just asks. He opens his door and looks down at her, “You’re supposed to be in bed Sofía.” Without saying a word, she throws herself into his leg, nearly knocking him over. After a moment, he kneels down to her level, “Ohhh sweetheart... is everything okay? You have a bad dream?” She shakes her head ‘no’ “...Are you afraid of something?” She repeats it. As he tries to think of another thing that would’ve pulled her out of bed, she hugs him, wrapping her little arms as far around him as she can.

She looks up at him “Can I sleep in your room tonight Daddy?”

As tired & stressed as he is,... he can’t bring himself to turn her away. Maybe it was how she asked him, so sweet and pleading... it was his weakness. With a sigh, he picks her up and brings her in his room, climbing into bed and setting her down next to him. She immediately hugs him again and rests her head on him, apparently deciding he would be her pillow tonight.

As she turned her toy around in her arms, trying to pick the best way to hold him, Lesaro notices something odd about the toy... what is-? Did she-? He gently takes the toy and examines it. It’s a small white wolf that she carries everywhere, but... now it’s wearing a black cloth that covers one of its eyes... “Hija?... What happened to his eye? Did he get hurt?” She plays with this toy more than any other, and, with a lot of her toys, if they’re ‘hurt’, she’ll wrap a bandage around them.

“He’s not hurt, Daddy. *taking back the toy* He’s You” “Me? But he is your favorite... why did you turn him into me?” To say he was confused would have been an understatement. “Because... I miss you when you’re gone. We can’t play when you’re at work, but... I wanted to play with you, so... I pretend he is you and we chase pirates until you come home.” Lesaro can’t help a quiet laugh at this. She knows he hunts pirates when he leaves, and she often wants him to pretend to hunt them with her whenever he’s home. It’s one of her favorite games, and was also Carolina’s at that age, making Lesaro think Sofía may end up pursuing a job in the navy one day herself. He just hopes she won’t end up needing an eye patch over Her left eye as well. Carolina had injured hers a few years ago and he didn’t want it turning into a pattern.

“Is that so, hija? And... who is better at it? Me or him?” Pointing at the toy. She giggles a little but doesn’t answer. “Oh?... you don’t want to tell me? Is it he is better than me?” She bites her lip with a little grin and giggles more. Lesaro starts to gently poke Sofía in the belly & neck which drove her into an even bigger giggle fit.

After a few minutes, he slows down and stops so she can breathe. Once she settles down, “Okay hija. Daddy has had a long day, so it is time for sleep. Okay?” With a little whine/groan, “Mmhh... okay Daddyyy”

~~~The Next Morning~~~

Carolina sees her father’s coat downstairs the next day, and goes back to peek into his room, only to find Sofía sleeping soundly on top of their father. She just shook her head, “If he wakes up before noon, it will be a miracle”

So, I feel ready to introduce you all to my new OC. Her name is Sofía Lesaro! She’s 5-years old &, as you may guess, she’s Lesaro’s baby girl 😁

(my stupid hand slipped so much while I was drawing this 😓)

I haven’t figured anything out about her mom other than she is dead now, so she lives with her daddy! She considers her toy to be her daddy whenever he goes away to sea. That’s the main reason her toy wears an eye patch like he does 😁 She absolutely loves, adores & admires her daddy!

I need more practice drawing little girls. It’s harder than I thought it’d be 😅

Special thanks to @piratesangel & @iultimatenerdqueen for helping me with Sofía!