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prophetic-hijinks · 1 year
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Comic 20: My boyfriend is a magical dumbass (name pending)
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rinnysega · 11 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Encanto (2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bruno Madrigal/Elena Ruiz, Bruno Madrigal/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Bruno Madrigal, Elena Ruiz (Prophetic-Hijinks), Oswaldo "Ozzy" Gomez (thebiggestnope), Mirabel Madrigal Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Bruno X OC, Canon X OC - Freeform Summary:
When Bruno's wife Elena starts waking up with nightmares, Bruno decides to treat her to a picnic to cheer her up.
This is my half of a trade with Prophetic-Hijinks on AO3/Tumblr/Twitter etc.
Elena (c) @prophetic-hijinks Ozzy (c) @thebiggestnope Gustavo (c) me
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Happy Birthday ( a bit late) @prophetic-hijinks / @chronic85doodler !!
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Tried my hand at Elena Ruiz.
Chickened out and blocked half her face with Bruno's big ol' schnozz.
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✨super late to posting this, but my Secret Santa gift for @prophetic-hijinks ✨
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atarahderek · 5 months
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Inktober day 23: Celestial
I've been trying (and largely failing) to keep up with the Encanto OC Appreciation event put on by @encanto-extended-edition and finish out Inktober at the same time. So I've been using some of my prompts to participate in the aforementioned OC event as best I can. Well, it's time to "share the love."
Elena Ruiz, as seen with Bruno Vision (which is different from and independent of Future+, which is how I refer to his gift since he primarily uses it to watch TV in the future). This is the night Elena and Bruno met.
This fandom has tons of OCs to follow and fall in love with. My favorite so far (besides my own, of course) has been Elena, star of @prophetic-hijinks comics/storyline. The hope she still holds out for finding the husband and equal partner she actually wants and needs, and starting a family with him, even as she approaches 40, really speaks to me as someone who feels stuck in a similar sort of limbo. Eventually she gets what she's been dreaming of, and far more than she ever imagined.
Disney's Emoji Blitz has turned out to be very convenient for indicating which characters' POV is being depicted.
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egofan4evr · 1 year
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💞Elena belongs to @prophetic-hijinks 💞
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seanettlles · 1 year
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a birthday sketch for @prophetic-hijinks of Elena Ruiz, bruno's future wife in her comic series!!!!!!!!! happy birthday, hope it was a good one!!!!! 🥰💜
it's a photo of Elena that she gave to bruno, with a little extra surprise for him 💋
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lunathekahuna · 1 year
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Happy Birthday to @prophetic-hijinks 's Encanto Oc
❤️💚ELENA RUIZ!!!!
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🎈🎉🎊✨️ She's a sweet, beautiful lady who loves our dear seer in green. Her outer & inner beauty brings a smile on my face each time she is shown with Bruno, her children, One of the madrigals or on her own. Elena is one the best original characters I've gotten to know for Encanto. She's also passionate, caring & knows how to sing a tune. I can't wait to see more of Elena in the future!💚💚💚❤️❤️❤️💚❤️💚❤️👏👏👏👏👏💕💕💕❤️❤️💚
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rosellacwrites · 1 year
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Happy birthday to my beloved friend @prophetic-hijinks ! Here’s a tale of her OC Elena Ruiz learning to face her fears…
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“Claire? Are you busy?”
Claire looks up from her book to see Elena standing in the open doorway of her tent. She looks hesitant, for once, unsure of her reception: odd for a girl who’s used to being welcomed wherever she goes.
“No, I was just reading. Come in,” Claire invites, sitting up and tucking a bookmark into her novel before she lays it aside. Her curiosity is well and truly piqued; Elena’s been with the circus for a little while now, but Claire doesn’t know much about her beyond her gentle cheerfulness around the camp and the sheer grit and dedication she’s put into learning the aerial routines. Elena has the unmistakable spark of someone who’ll grow into a true star, with the charisma and beauty to draw every eye and the voice to keep their attention, but none of that explains what she wants with Claire.
Elena crosses the tent in a few quick steps and sits down on the end of Claire’s narrow bed, her fingers anxiously tapping. Claire knows herself well enough to know that she’s not a comforting presence, for most, so she waits for Elena to say something. The silence grows heavy between them before she finally does. “I need your help,” Elena says quietly. “If you’re willing.”
“What do you need?” Claire asks, still puzzled. She’s hopeless with a needle, no matter how many times she’s tried, and Elena could run lines or practice a new song with anyone. The way Romy, in particular, looks at her, Claire knows he’d do anything to make her happy.
“I want — “ Elena stops, reconsiders. “I need to… to learn about fire. How you can bring yourself to do what you do.”
Half a hundred tiny moments fall into place then: Elena’s near-magical ability to vanish as soon as Claire begins to perform; Elena’s face paling at the smell of smoke; Elena’s hovering at the very edge of the post-performance fire circle on a cold night, unwilling to come closer to warm herself. Elena’s seeking her out, when she hardly knows Claire at all.
“You’re afraid,” Claire realizes. “Of the fire. Aren’t you?” Now that it’s out in the open, she doesn’t know how she’d failed to notice it before. “Why?”
Elena nods, her eyes brimming with tears. “My parents, when I was twelve. Our house caught, and I got out. They didn’t.”
“I’m so sorry.” On impulse, Claire reaches for her hand; a loss of this degree demands human connection. “No wonder you’re afraid.”
“I can’t sleep — I have nightmares,” Elena admits, and the violet shadows under her dark eyes confirm her story. “Now that I have my own tent, and I’m alone, they’ve come back. I thought… maybe you could help me learn how to stop them.”
“I… “ Claire gropes for the right words. How can she tell Elena she doesn’t even know how to stop her own? “I can try. I don’t know if I can do it. But I’ll try.” Seized with a sudden idea, she gets up to rummage in her trunk. “Are you afraid of all fires? Or just big ones?”
“Mostly big ones. I can cook, of course. And I don’t mind candles, much.” Elena’s graceful shrug looks nonchalant, but Claire can see the fear it hides. “I can be near them at church, but I don’t like to have one burning in my tent.”
“We’ll start small, then,” Claire says, taking a long wooden match from the tin she’s found. “Have you ever really looked at a candle’s flame?”
Elena shakes her head. “Not close up. Are you…” Her hands grip each other, the knuckles turning pale, and Claire pauses. This might be more difficult than she’d thought. But Elena takes a deep breath and flexes her fingers, stretching them to bring the blood back in. “Do I need to hold it?”
“No. Not unless you feel ready.” Claire adjusts the candle on her bedside table, bringing it close enough to observe, but not too close for Elena’s comfort. She strikes the match, carefully aiming away from Elena, and touches it to the wick, letting the tiny flame catch and grow. “I just want you to look, and really see it. It doesn’t look like you think.”
Elena watches as the flame steadies, its tiny, harmless light casting a flickering shadow-self on the tent wall behind her. “I see what you mean,” she breathes, and the flame dances in response. “Children always draw fire as red and orange, but it’s not, is it?” She unconsciously leans closer, intrigued now. “Only a tiny bit of it is orange, really. It’s cream, and gold, and dark…. And there! Down at the bottom, there’s even a little bit of blue.”
“That’s my favorite color,” Claire blurts, unexpectedly. It feels oddly right to offer up a tiny piece of herself, when Elena’s had the courage to bare her soul.
“It’s beautiful. I never noticed it before.” Elena raises her eyes, with difficulty, to meet Claire’s. “There’s so much more to it than I thought.” There’s a message in her face, one Claire doesn’t feel ready to examine too closely yet, but Elena’s honest appreciation feels refreshing. Maybe she’s going about this the right way after all.
“Fire needs three things to burn,” Claire recites as Elena’s attention turns back to the candle. “Heat, and oxygen, and fuel. When you set fire to the wick, it heats up the wax and turns it into vapor, which reacts with the oxygen in the air and makes the flame. Gil explained it all to me once.” She licks her fingers and pinches the wick to snuff it out. She watches Elena shudder at the hiss it makes, but her dark eyes stay fixed on the candle and its delicate wisp of smoke, now spiraling lazily toward the ceiling.
“This white smoke, here, is the vapor that burns. Which is why you can do this — watch.” Claire strikes another match, then holds it into the smoke away from the wick, and the candle flares into life again as if by magic.
“Oh, my gosh!” Elena exclaims, fascinated despite her fear. “That’s amazing! That must be how you do it, isn’t it? The fire in the palm of your hand?”
Claire blinks. She hadn’t expected Elena to make that connection so quickly, but then again, no one else at the circus has shown much interest in the details of her craft. “You’re a smart one,” she says admiringly. “Yes. I put my hand in diluted alcohol before, and it’s the alcohol vapor that burns, not my hand.”
“Incredible.”
“I can’t do it for long, though,” Claire admits. “Once the vapor is gone, the fire will look for something else to burn. That’s why I have to blow it away.”
“The Fiery Kiss,” Elena realizes. “That’s why you do it.”
Claire nods. “The Fiery Kiss. That simple. But it took me so long to get the timing just right, and I still make mistakes sometimes.” She ruefully displays an angry red mark on the side of her palm, then waves to the potted aloe plants that hang from the rafters in woven holders. “That’s why I have all these. And Daiya makes a salve that helps a lot, if I really foul up.”
Elena gazes at her thoughtfully for a moment. “You know, this is the most I think I’ve ever heard you talk.”
A flush spreads across Claire’s cheeks, and she turns away from Elena, tucking the matchbox back into her trunk. “Just thought it might help you,” she mutters. “If you know how it works it’s not so scary.”
“It’s not a bad thing, Claire,” Elena says softly. “It’s nice to get to know you a little better. I really appreciate you helping me.”
Claire glances over her shoulder, and all she sees in Elena’s eyes is honest gratitude. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” She dismisses it easily, still not entirely comfortable with simple kindness. Elena’s open-hearted nature is nearly the opposite of her own, and it makes some part of her yearn for something she can’t identify, not yet.
“I just had an idea…” Elena muses. “That shade of blue? You’d look stunning in it. I’ll keep a lookout for fabric in that color, and make you something when I find it. Not for performing, but maybe for a romantic dinner with Joaquin?”
Claire chokes, spinning around wide-eyed. “Wait — Joaquin? What?”
Her face must be a picture, because Elena covers her mouth to stifle her giggles. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed he’s dizzy for you?”
“I… have not.” Claire’s the dizzy one now, thrown entirely off balance by the idea. Elena takes pity on her, and gathers her into a hug before she realizes what’s happening.
“Think about it, then. He’s a peach,” Elena says, letting her go with a pat on the shoulder. “And — thank you. For everything.” Her eyes sparkle now, fresh and hopeful again. As she leaves Claire’s tent, she pauses in the doorway and looks over her shoulder, smiling. “I mean it,” she says. “I’d love to make a dress for you someday. No matter what you wear it for. You deserve to feel beautiful.”
Claire simply nods, but something about Elena makes her smile, too. Maybe she’s right, she thinks. Maybe I do.
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prophetic-hijinks · 2 years
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I was lucky enough to nab a commission slot when it was opened by the talented @ilonacho and I am so ecstatic at the result. She captured this happy moment perfectly.
Proud Papi and Happy Mami. ❤️ 💚
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rinnysega · 5 months
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A birthday gift for the ever lovely @prophetic-hijinks
Happy Birthday!
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thecrazyashley-blog · 4 months
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Week 4 of OC-tober: Share the Love!
Yes I know this is half a month late, but this piece is huge and I wanted to do all the OC's featured justice. It's not everyone, and I'm sorry I couldn't squeeze in every OC that participated in this event, but I did as many as I could! @encanto-extended-edition
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Featured OCs:
Does a building count? Because Welcome to the Café de Libros! The combined coffeeshop, bookshop, and bibliotheca of the Encanto in my fic, Among the Emeralds
Characters:
In the window: @meepxii's Itzel Fontana
Peeking through the blinds: @sionnaach's Javi Rivera
Holding Javi's arm: @seanettlles Milo Castaño
Admiring the hung embroidery in the corner: @lunathekahuna 's Sonia Ibarra-Mendéz
Warping above the door: @justaturtleindisguise 's Amelia Madrigal
Being yoinked by Amelia: My animal OC, Chacha the Fuertes' Parrot
At the far table: @redcookies-bestcookies Diego Orozco Murillo and Lulo,
@luciernagadelencanto's Nina (and a goat), and @encantoisawesome's Greenie the duck
At the corner bookshelf: @unskilled-dabbler's Edith
At the near table: @seanettlles Gildardo (Gil) Castaño, (Milo's dad)
@aeshnalacrymosa 's Aya, (Áurea) Lombroso @inthishousewestanspiderpunk 's Nadja Demetriou
Rubbing his neck: @coolunclebruno's Miguel Herrero
Reading: @sharknadoslutt's Nayelli Ramos
Laughing at the story: Instagram UrsaKursa's Efi (Ophelia)
Trying not to laugh: Instagram ossuritaart's Diana
Vibing behind both: @overly-dramatic-artist's Angela Moreno
Giggling in the corner in green: @noellemadrigal Noelle
Giggling in the corner in pink: Twitter @UnorthodoxTexan's Karina
Poking her head in, loaded with books: @neon-green-eyes' Fifi
Staring into space and smiling: @elliee-doodles 's Armida Peréz Madrigal
Sewing at the counter: Instagram lord_madmyth's Núria Delgado
Behind her: @dororoxpenana's Marìa Garcia
Chatting with Marìa: @egofan4evr's Conney
Repairing a watch beside Conney: @justaturtleindisguise 's Érika Madrigal
Laughing and showing off her shoes in the blue ruana: @encantoisawesome's Elisa, Greenie's owner
Listening to Elisa: Instagrams @iahammie's Adelita Madrigal
Behind the counter comparing cups: @inthishousewestanspiderpunk 's Ariadne (Ari)
Behind the counter getting shoved and laughing: @prophetic-hijinks' Elena Ruiz
Behind the counter, doing the shoving and failing spectacularly to run the madhouse show, my own OC, Elena Pascual!
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overly-dramatic-artist · 11 months
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✨An iconic musical collaboration between two talented beauties✨
Modern Fame AU: Beautiful Liar, by Angela Morales Estrada and Elena Ruiz @prophetic-hijinks
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splat-precipice · 2 years
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Master Post containing every brilliant (and horrible, we're not picky) idea we come up with.
There are many AU's so search the pertinent tag to explore all the content!
Google Doc of OC information
Google Doc of Creators Fanfics
The Alternate Universes
#Precipice AU
#Summer Camp AU
#Regency AU
#Modern Academia AU
#Lethal Amigos AU
#Heist AU
#Pokemon AU
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bitsy83 · 5 months
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A birthday present for my dear Encanto friend, @prophetic-hijinks ! I had SO much fun writing the witty, Bogart-style banter for Bruno’s inner monologue. I’ve always been a sucker for those old black-and-white crime movies. Enjoy!
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pitchsidestories · 7 months
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If I was a man II Mapi León/Alexia Putellas x Readers
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warnings: talk about the Rubiales case and it's a longer oneshot than usual
a/n: based off this request
barcelona women masterlist
OCs are sisters, face claims are the women in the picture underneath: Luisa Ruiz Moreno is a journalist and is dating Mapi Leon, Elena Ruiz Moreno is a football player for Barcelona and Spain, she's in a long-term relationship with Alexia Putellas
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Her heart was beating fast against her chest while Luisa Ruiz Moreno tried to videocall her girlfriend Mapi León before the final game of the World Cup 2023 in Australia.
The journalist could not help but smile as Claudia Pina spotted her with a wide grin on her face from the small phone screen of the defender: “Lu!” “Move over, Claudia. I want to talk to my girlfriend in peace.”, Mapi asked her to but even she was smiling because the positive energy of the younger player was infectious.
Watching this all too familiar scene play out, Elena could not help but long to be reunited with them again, but choose to greet the footballers for now: “Hi love, Hi girls.” “Shut up, we want to talk to her too, Claudia rolled her eyes, before she excitedly waved into the direction the phone was standing, Hello Lu!”
“How are you all doing?”, Elena asked in a curious tone, trying to braid her dark hair at the same time.
Truthfully Patri answered the question smirking: “We could be doing good if there wasn’t this final coming up.” “Will you watch it later though?”, the Journalist wanted to know from them.
With a tortured smile her girlfriend replied: “We’re planning on watching it together. Claudia already organized the snacks.” “And Sandra got the alcohol, it might be needed.”, Patri added with a mischievously grin. “However, it ends, it will be needed.”, Claudia clarified.
Slowly Mapi nodded: “Exactly, so..” “So, what?”, Elena interrupted her softly. Slightly annoyed Patri looked at her: “Mapi, hurry up. We don’t have all day.”  “I need to talk to her under four eyes for a second.”, the defender decided quickly and went into a room without any persons in it.  
Amused Elena teased her: “So what do you want to ask without your girls in the background?” “Can I not just talk to my girlfriend?”, Mapi asked back, adding a playful frustrated groan for the dramatic effect.  More seriously, the brunette continued: “Of course you can. I miss you; it’s been a month apart from you now.”  
To be fair Elena felt extremely grateful for the opportunity to write about the sport she loved the most on the biggest stage that existed for it, and what an unforgettable tournament it has been so far, but equally could not wait to see and hold her girlfriend again. 
“I know, I miss you too.“, Mapi replied into the front camera of her phone. “But you know, I have to look after my sister now too.“, Luisa stopped her girlfriend, laughing.
Mapi had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, “Your sister is an adult.“ With a shrug, Luisa answered, “Yes, I know but…“ A small smile tugged on Mapis lips as she finally gave in, “Go and take care of your sister.“ Luisa suddenly turned serious, “You don’t think it’s silly, right?“ „No. I think it’s good that you’re close by and can have an eye on her. I don’t trust this.“
Luisa nodded slowly, taking her girlfriends hint immediately, “You don’t trust him.“ “No, I don’t.“ Everything in Mapi refused to believe that things have changed since the players protested in September of last year. And her former teammates gave her more than enough evidence that they still weren’t happy with the leadership of their head coach. And apparently, her girlfriend must have seen the same because she agreed, “I don’t either.“
“You will tell us if you find out that something weird is going on, right?“, Mapi asked now. “Of course.“ “Good.“ Mapi watched her girlfriends gaze shifted towards the time on her screen before she smiled, “I’ll call you after the game, okay?“ “Okay, enjoy the final.“
Mapi ended the call with a smile and a feeling of uneasiness at the same time but there was no time to think about it because Patri was yelling from her living room, “Hurry up, León, or you won’t get any snacks!“ “You can’t eat all the snacks before the game even started!“, Mapi protested while hopping over the backrest of her sofa and landing right between Claudia and Patri. Claudia was now holding an empty bowl in her hands by, “Oops.“
"Claudia!", Mapi shot a playful accusing look to the younger player. With a red face Claudia tried to cheer her teammate up:" There's still a little bit left for you." "Thanks, appreciate it.", Mapi smiled at her. Softly Claudia answered: "You're welcome."
"Can you guys shut up now.", Patri begged them, because the final just started. With big eyes the younger midfielder decided to apologize: "Sorry." "There's a game going on.", she stated, gesturing her hands into the direction of the TV screen.
A few minutes later Mapi mumbled under her breath: "Shit, Olga scored." With a curious look Claudia turned her head to the defender:" I thought we were neutral?"  "Yeah one of your best friends and your girlfriend's sister is in the final.", Patri reminded her.
Not even that reminder from her friend could stop Mapi from swearing:"I still don't want this disgusting asshole to win anything." "Trust me no one does her.", Sandra tried to reassure her. The latter one let out a loud sigh:"I know. Or else you would be on the pitch right now."
Hesitantly Claudia proposed a question to all of them:"True.. do you guys feel like you're missing out?" "No.", was the defenders quick answer. Comforted by it the younger midfielder added:" Me neither, I'm in good company." "Pina, you're adorable.", Patri commented touched by the statement of her teammate. "I know." "But I'd like to watch the remaining part of the game in peace now.", the woman who was born on the Island of Callorca finished her sentence by staring at the two of them.
Laughing Mapi asked:"Why you're looking at us like that?" "Because you two are distracting from the action.", Patri groaned. Swiftly Claudia got to her feet:"I'll get more snacks!"
"It's not our fault you've the attention of a goldfish, Patri.", the defender mocked her friend. "Rude"
In a serious tone Mapi turned to her other teammate:" Claudia, come back. You don't have to get more snacks. It's over."
"Get the alcohol instead!", Sandra requested.
Claudia stopped in the door frame of Mapis living room. With a frown on her face, she turned back towards the TV where the final whistle was just blown. The Spanish player were hugging each other tightly and Claudia understood immediately. “Alright.“, she mumbled before disappearing into the kitchen.
She came back with a bottle of tequila and four shot glasses that she quickly filled up with the alcohol. Mapi took the first one and lifted it towards the screen, “Cheers.“ Patri was following suit immediately, rolling her eyes, “To the World Cup.“ With a hard swallow and glassy eyes, Claudia joined them, “To our friends. Here and there.“ “And definitely not to this clown.“, Mapi added as their head coach was shown. “Honestly.“, agreed Patri. The four women tipped their heads back to take their tequila shots and then continued to watch the celebrations in silence. They all were following the live pictures with mixed emotions.
Until the Spanish players were awarded their medals. In stunned silence, they watched the president of the football federation grab and then kiss Jenni Hermoso on the lips. Patri was the first to find her voice, so she yelled out, “He did not just do that!“ Claudia was shaking her head over the few seconds that the cameras captured this moment, “Please tell me this only looked weird…“ “I will ask Lu about it later.“, stated Mapi, knowing that if her girlfriend had seen this, she would be just as disgusted as they were. Patri nodded, “Please.“
Mapi was still looking at the screen in disbelief, “This man!“ Sandra, in the mean time, filled their shot glasses again, “Way to ruin a perfect night for the girls.“ “They deserve so much better than this.“, agreed Mapi, taking the offered tequila. “Fit rights into their shitty behaviour!“, Patri spat, her shock now turning into anger. Mapi watched with a set jaw as the president lifted another player, touching her bare leg, “But now everyone can see their real face and why we striked.“
Hopeful Patri turned to her:"Not when people ignore it. Do you think Lu could do something?" "I'm sure she can.", the defender answered, knowing her girlfriend and her skills in writing about the ills in society and her calls for change with the use of powerful words. "That would be perfect.", Patri mumbled. Still Mapi did not want to get her hopes too high, knowing the spanish federation all too well, so she said:"We'll see."
"Lu just texted and told me that she's too tired to call but she said the kiss will blow up in the news tomorrow. During a locker room interview Jenni stated that she did not like the kiss.", the defender informed her teammates. Excitedly Claudia stood up:" Yeah, I just saw it on instagram live!" "Guess now they will believe us.", Patri concluded with a bitter undertone.
Truthfully Mapi confessed:"I don't believe it's going to be that easy." "Probably not.. because when was this ever.", the older midfielder sighed. Slowly Sandra nodded:" You've got a point there." "But we keep on fighting.", Claudia tried to stay combatitive. A weak smile showed up on the defenders face:"Of course we do, we did not miss out on the World Cup for nothing."  "Exactly.", Patri agreed. That's when Mapi felt the calm before the storm which one could already see up on the horizon:"We'll wait and do whatever the other girls need us to do."
A few hours before the conversation of their teammates in Barcelona, Alexia Putellas hugged her girlfriend from behind with a joyful smile on her face while they were lining up in the players tunnel, anticipating the start of the final:"Ready to write some history, El?" "History, huh?", Elena smirked at her. In a solemn tone the famous midfielder replied:"That's what this is. Spains first World Cup final." "Right.", the brunette woman whispered in awe. That final was full of firsts and they could not wait to make it into the history books as the champions of tonight and the world.
“Let’s go. It’s showtime, lovebirds!“, Jenni called them. Elena furrowed her brow, “Lovebirds?! We were just talking about making history, Jenni.“ “Sure, you two. Stop staring at each other and let’s kick some ass.“, the striker rolled her eyes. Alexia did the same, defending herself, “We were about to.“ “I bet so.“, Jenni answered laughing. Elena smiled at her two teammates, “Can’t wait.“ “We only got a few more minutes, so go.“, Jenni replied, pushing the two of them into the tunnel where they waited for the game to start.
While they waited, Alexia casually slipped her hand into Elenas and hooking their pinkies into each other. Irene, who was standing behind them, leaned forward to call over the row of players, “Jenni, they do the hand thing again!“ “The hand thing?“, Jenni repeated as she turned around. “Yes, look!“ The corner of her mouth quirked upwards while she turned her eyes upwards in feigned disgust, “Annoying.“ “We heard that!“, Alexia yelled out, offended. “Good. I hope you did!“, Jenni laughed as they finally walked out onto the pitch.
For ninety minutes they put everything they had into the game. England fought hard but they fought harder. And when the final whistle blew, one goal was enough to secure them World Cup title. Irene was the first one to speak after the game, still breathing hard and with tears in her eyes, “Girls, we won…“ Elena stood close to her, hugging her from the side, “Yes, we did.“ Her voice was a whisper. She still hadn’t realized what had just happened. Jennis beaming face appeared in front of the two, “I’m so proud of you all!“ “We’re proud of you too.“, Elena smiled back at her. But then her sister caught her eye. She was standing outside of the pitch with the other journalists, her face blank. “If you excuse me, my sister is over there.“, Elena added, turning away from her team mates and making her way over to her sister.
Proudly Luisa smiled at her:"El, hi." "Hi.", the older of the sister greeted back. Nervously the journalist pulled a loose hair behind her ear:"I don't know how to feel, but how are you?" "I'm happy that we pulled that off, Lu.", Elena confessed.
Cautiously Luisa asked her:"Even after all the things that happened? What about the girls at home?" "Lu, we just won the World Cup.", the football player gave the younger sister a grave look. Guiltily Luisa bit her lip:"Sorry, you're right, enjoy your celebrations and lifting the trophy you girls deserve it." "Lu.."
Apologizing she gave her a rushed hug:"El, I'm really proud of you, see you later in the changing room." "Alright.", Elena nodded slowly. 
With a smile, Alexia joined them, clearing her throat to get their attention:" Come on, time to get the medal love." "Coming... Lu wasn't happy with us winning.", her girlfriend sighed.
Empathetically the midfielder strode her shoulder:" Don't think about it right now. This is a moment to enjoy." "You're right." A big grin showed on Alexia's face as she catched the sight of Irene's son:" Look at Mateo." "A cutie.", Elena whispered. The mother of the child came up and beamed:"Right?" "Definetly.", the sister of the journalist agreed, knowing that she would want something like that with her girlfriend at some point in the future too. "He's not even tired yet.", Irene giggled.
Softly Alexia called her girlfriend:"El?" "Yes?" "You can be happy now. No matter what Lu says.", the midfielder reminded her. Unhappy Elena looked at her:"It's hard when your little sister is clearly disappointed in you." "She isn't disappointed in you.", Alexia disagreed.
After the ceremenonial part of the evening was over,Jenni excitedly shouted:"Time to party, girls.""We're coming.", Alexia answered with a huge grin on her face. 
Immediately Elena started dancing and singing with her teammates. Enchanted by that view her girlfriend was shouting to be heard over the loud music:"El! Smile for the camera." "Where did you get the Polaroid camera?", the blonde football player asked curiously. Casually Alexia shrugged:"Some of the girls."
"Come on you need to be in the picture too.", Elena requested, the highly decorated midfielder followed her demand swiftly as she placed a kiss on her cheek while the couple was taking the photo. "And ? is it a good one?",  Alexia wanted to know.
"Yes, I'll put it in my journal."  "I want one for me too.", the woman with the pink hair smiled sheepishly. The blonde nodded and took another picture for her, the girlfriend thanking her with a sofr kiss. "Here you go."  Alexia was admiring the photo in her hand:"Beautiful, I'll keep it with my medal." "You're welcome."
Like her sister Luisa was in the changing room and approached one of the players in her journalistic manner: "Jenni, can I ask you something?" "Sure", the striker nodded. Before proposing her next question, the journalist cleared her throat:"The kiss from rubiales, was it consensual?"
"It was..I mean..I did not enjoy if that's what you mean?", Jenni answered hesitantly.
The journalist blushed, aware how terrible it was to ask her something like that during the glorioust moment in her career:"Sorry, if you don't want to talk about it, I absolutely understand that."
"I should go and celebrate with the other girls."
"Yes, you should. Thanks for your time, I appreciate your honesty.", Luisa thanked her.
The striker sighed: "Lu?" "Yes?" Jenni took a deep breath before she said: "He grabbed me and kissed me. That's the truth." "And you did not like it?" "No.", the striker answered without a doubt in her voice.
She could see the younger woman opposite of her swallowing hard:"You know this will be a big story by tomorrow, right?"
"Does it have to be?", Jenni asked, clearly uncomfortable about those news. In an honest voice Luisa replied calm:"It depends on his reaction."
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