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Looking like an angel on the walls of Versailles

Lestappen historical AU

Prince Max & Court Artist Charles

Prince Max has been promised his whole life to wed a princess in the South. He’s never met her and he doesn’t think he wants to either. But the kingdom needs this alliance and who is he to go against the wishes of the court?

As he approaches adulthood, the ball for his engagement approaches. A poor artist with a talent that had never seen before humbly submits his portfolio for the royal portrait of the Prince. Max himself is summoned to see it and remains speechless at the level of talent in the portraits drawn of angels, Gods and warriors.

The court calls upon this artist to present himself in front the Prince - his name is Charles. Comes from a poor family and, after his father’s death, is the sole income source for his mother and siblings.

Upon seeing him, Max realises why Charles’ skilled hand could draw such angelic features on a canvas. It was because he himself was an angel, as if plucked from the very ballroom of his palace.

Queue forbidden love angst, courtly confessions & hidden kisses in the garden palace.

Hello, sapphic writers! December is here, and the server I help run is kicking off the final month of the year with a writing challenge! Whether you're working on a novel, a short story, fanfic, poetry, or any other form of sapphic storytelling, we want you to join us in this month-long creative push.

Starting December 1st, we’ll be tracking our progress using TrackBear, an online tool that helps track your word count. The challenge is simple: write as much as you can each day throughout December. The goal is to keep the words flowing—whether that’s 100 words or 5,000—every little bit adds up.

If you're interested in joining the server send me a DM and I'll send you a link! We'd love to have you <3

Don't want to join the Discord server? No worries! Here's the link to the Track Bear website and the code: c45ee167-5476-4e12-8ca4-690ca8d91d3a

My personal goal is to write 20,000 words next month, but I'm traveling so we'll see how much I manage to crank out ^^

Also shout out to @nytb for getting me in this and getting me back to writing again! And for everyone who has reached out or been there for me, you are amazing and I’m very happy to have you

One thing you hated was being underestimated. It started when you were in high school, your first ever football coach told you that you’d never make it to play at uni. You proved him wrong and became the starting keeper on one of the best teams in the ncaa. When your ncaa coach told you that it would be hard for you to go pro being a keeper, you proved him wrong and signed with a Spanish second division team Levante Las Planas.

You played a season with them before they were promoted back to the first division, many of your game being low scoring on both ends but you kept many clean sheets. When you started the new season in the new league you were an underdog and you loved it.

After the first 7 games of the season you and Barcelona were the only undefeated teams left in the league, they hadn’t lost where you were 2 wins and 5 draws (0-0) for all of them. It was a bit of a surprise to some but you had been proving yourself to be an amazing keeper time and time again.

There was a bit of hype leading up into the game, the 2 undefeated teams left facing off. Loving the pressure you had flicked on the pregame press conference the morning of the away game. And you immediately saw the captain of Barcelona, La reina, Alexia Putellas herself being interviewed.

Having a small crush on her you definitely perked up when you heard her talking, even more when one of the reporters mentioned your name to her.

“So Alexia, how do you feel about facing a goalie who’s so hot right now?” The reporter asks. At his wording you think you see her cheeks flush a bit but you chalk it up to the attention.

Tuning back in to the conference in time to hear her answer “oh you mean Y/N YL/n?” She casually asks.

Blushing again realizing she knows your name as you listen to the reporter “yes, she’s been on fire 5 clean sheets in a row, how do you feel facing a keeper like that?”

“Oh I am not worried, I have faced many in form keepers before and come out on top. I know how to score and I know I always get my way” she casually drops. You can feel your face flush by her suggestive undertones, but you also feel the anger set in at the way she’s underestimating your ability.

Turning off the tv you know this is your chance to once again show everyone not to

underestimate you. Your kind of a bit pissed off and kind of a bit turned on knowing this is your chance to prove your self against the best player in the world.

You use that to fuel you and when you meet up with the team and head out to Barcelona’s stadium across town you are amped up, your teammates can feel it too and it’s helping to get everyone in the zone. Walking into the stadium you catch a picture of Alexia on the wall and you can feel the blush but also the anger and you let it drive you through the pre game and warm ups.

Just before kick offs during the line up in the tunnels you are stood at the front of the line waiting for your captain and you feel eyes on you. Turning to see Alexia looking at you, you give her a wink and tell her “keep underestimating me, this will be fun.” Before she can respond your captain comes up and pats your back gesturing for you to start following her on the field. You smile to your self knowing that you really will enjoy this.

You don’t have to wait long after the kick off as Barcelona presses and you make your first save of the match. You don’t face Alexia until the 12th minute when there’s a free kick lined up just outside the 18 yard box. Hugging your post you are yelling and getting your wall sorted when you look past it and meet her eyes standing over the ball.

You hold her gaze as you tell your wall that they are set, and you move to your spot of the net. When the whistle blows she breaks eye contact and sets her self up, you immediately feel like you know where she’s aiming and adjust slightly to make the save. She sends in a rocket that would be going top corner, because if your adjustment your able to get a finger on it and push it into the cross bar and luckily it falls to your CB’s foot who clears it out of the box.

You can see the defeat on her shoulders for the save, but all you can feel is the satisfaction of once again proving someone wrong. The rest of the game goes like that, you make save after save on the whole team, but you somehow make saves you have no business saving when Alexia has the ball.

When the final whistle goes and the score remains 0-0 you can’t help but feel some pride in your self, knowing you just did the unthinkable and managed to keep her off the score sheet. After hugging your teammates you start shaking hands with the Barcelona players, when you finally get to her you can’t help but ask “so did you have fun?”

She smirks at you and says “not at all, but at least I had a hot goalie to watch.”

Immediately feeling your cheeks redden under her flirting you stutter out a “thank you?”

She laughs at your flustered state and responds with “you’re welcome, I knew you were good but I had no idea you were this in form.”

Still blushing you respond to her praise and tell her “I had a little extra motivation today.”

“Oh yeah?” She asks and takes a step closer to you.

You smile at her and tell her “oh I just had to prove someone wrong” with a shrug.

She smirks and leans in to your ear and whispers “and you definitely did, I hope you know next time it won’t be so easy” and presses a kiss to your cheek before walking away. You stand there in disbelief and watch her walk, no strut away from you.

This is part of the Christmas Challenge🎁. Go check out @httplilyyy's story posted earlier today! And stick around, @putellas11's story will be up shortly!

Unlike most games, this one was extra special for you. The first time you faced a WSL team since you left Chelsea.

This was it. The Champions League anthem blasting in the Di Stefano. 22 players walking into the pitch. 2 teams going up against each other, only one would come out victorious.

Only one would qualify for the Champions League.

Starting off on the bench, you lived the game through the fans. The chants. The atmosphere. It was shaping up to be a great game.

On the pitch, it was quite the different story. A match very much leveled. Two opponents going at each others throats, without a goal to their name.

A Manchester City defense that was very much switched on, keeping players like Esther and Athenea away from clear chances. On the other end, Misa kept Real Madrid in the game, keeping her clean sheet.

Half time came. The scoreline, 0-0.

The manager knew things had to change, so he called upon the bench. Bringing Weir and yourself in for the second half.

Walking out to the tunnel, the Manchester City players saw you ready to be subbed in. Shocked, afraid, scared. You sure knew how to bring back memories from your Chelsea days, the City players sure thought so. But, there was one specific player. One player who seamed to be indifferent. Leila Ouahabi. She was pure eye candy. Looking you up and down, no friendly smile, no affection left for you.

You took your spot in line, ready to run onto the pitch. Ready to kick some ass, but your eyes. Your eyes wondered to the enemy.

"Like the sight huh" bold of Leila, nothing shocking coming from a woman like herself.

Trying to contain the butterflies flying inside your stomach, you left your own sting on the spaniard "Don't worry hun, I'll take it easy on you" winking suggestively at her.

The match sure got more interesting. Real Madrid were playing some of their best football. Attacking from all sides. On the other hand, Manchester City were struggling.

The goal was inevitable. It was coming. But one player kept making the difference when Real Madrid got in front of goal. The number 15: Leila Ouahabi.

The 1v1 between Athenea and Leila wasn't favoring Real Madrid, so the coach made more changes, signaling you to switch over to Athenea's wing.

"Switch with me" an order Athenea didn't fight. Her tango with Leila was costing too much already.

Once again, the defender looked you up and down "And you think that you can get past me". An attempt to throw you off your game.

"Underestimate me. That'll be fun". Famous last words.

Oh and famous they were.

The tango you danced with the Spaniard was merciful. Both of you gave the fans a spectacle, between the dribbles, the slide challenges, the blocked shots: the game was being played on your wing. Once you got your groove on, you were impossible to defend.

Real Madrid's goals came soon after. One after another. 2-0 up and 15 minutes left to go, the duel between the two of you was amazing to watch.

"Not so fun now huh" mocking the defender wasn't a wise idea, but the look. The look she gave you. Something between I want to murder you and I'm taking your clothes off after this.

Manchester City started to wake up again, bringing themselves to score twice in the last minutes of the game. An assist from the defender accompanied by a brace from Deyna.

Sadly, it was too little, too late.

The final whistle blew. Real Madrid 3 - Manchester City 2. A great game indeed. Full of individual battles. A true qualification. Real Madrid had earned their way into the Champions League group stage.

A biter sweet moment for you. Some old colleagues in tears, your new teammates filled with joy.

"You girls will do great in the league" you sat down next to the spaniard, consoling her on the defeat "It was a great match" you added, hoping a smile would creep into the defenders face.

"You were good out there" she replied "Swap jerseys with me?". Now that was unexpected.

Nonetheless, it was a request you weren't willing to turn down. Helping the woman up from the floor, you took your jersey off. The Spaniard's eyes traveled along the curves of your body. Your now exposed abs. The veins on your arms. She got a good look at you.

"Now who's enjoying the sight" you joked grabbing the woman into a hug, getting close enough to whisper "Btw, I look better under hotel room lighting"

Not only did Real Madrid win, but so did you.

Leila Ouhabi sliding into your Instagram dms sure indicated that.

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!

Saw @neonbrutalism ‘s take and wanted to do my own

Wake up; Billy wakes up

Nerds; “You talk to tech?” Tim blurted out, cuffing up a very unfortunate robber to be caught between a Bat and a kid who borders on being a demigod with one word.

Cats outta the bag; Billy really, really, just wanted to smash the window and fall into the vacuum of space right now.

Don’t tell Batman!; This brought back some really fun and really dumb memories, breaking into Arkham.

What the future holds; There’s a ringing downstairs.

Learned form the best; It was a wild goose chase.

The Captain Marvel Fanclub; It’s one of those things that’s happened a million and one times, each time a reflex to comfort someone in distress and each time it meant more than the single moment shared.

What if?— The world met Marvelous and not Superboy?; The dash stops somewhere along the drainage system they hightail out of, the adrenaline wears off with it and the boy at the charge panics.

In the next world (and this one too); There’s not a lot Jason really gets about being up here, other than it meaning that day wasn’t some messy nightmare and what happened really… happened.

Preteen Parenting: The Marvelous misadventures of the worlds weirdest found family; Kon really didn't know how he ended up here, sitting crisscrossed on the living room carpet as his Dad, who is technically younger/technically older than him and his sorta uncle by proxy of being his Dad’s bestest friend comparing the father figures in his life.

Either it’s really dumb one liners or descriptions of the opening actions/perspective, which I think is a nice pattern to have