‘ god, you’re such a nerd. ’ she rolled her eyes again, though soon a grin broke out on her face. ‘ i say we both purchase train tickets and just go have our hogwarts experience while we’re here. no one will notice if we vanish for a few days. ’ she grinned mischievously, poking at his arm both to annoy him and push him into accepting her idea, just like she always would. ‘ hey, it’s not my fault if you turned out to be a squib. also you’re an old man now, no offense. ’
“as much as i love the idea, i’ve been vanishing on a frequent enough basis as it is, these last few years.” he would often only pack a small backpack and leave denmark to explore europe as his alter ego, though to his family he would be gone on ‘official state business’. “i promised dad i’ll stick around properly and not just leave in the middle. i need to at least see the poor girl i’m engaged to.” though he was tempted to just drop all of it and go for a vacation with his little sister. “i’m no old man ! take that back, you muggle.”
‘ aaand here comes the party pooper. ’ daniella said with a roll of her eyes, pulling on an expression as if she was offended. ‘ we’re in england, at a fancy building like this, it’s the closest we get to hogwarts. let me have this would you ? ’ she turned her head to look at him, nudging his side a bit harder than she should have. ‘ you’re still bitter that i didn’t make you your own hogwarts letter ? is that it ? ’
“ how can you say that? scotland is so quintessentially part of the hogwarts marketing. that is insulting the great series, dani. and scotland’s just a stone’s throw from here. buy a train ticket and go.” he encouraged. his hand went to his chest dramatically as he accused “it was hurtful okay? i wanted one too. you were very selfish, and i shall never forgive you for as long as i live.” a grin broke through his features at hers and his own childish words.
Felix was standing on the balcony overlooking the city, the chilly air whipping in his face. the sky was dark already, and the city lights looked mesmerising against it. he saw a few royals stepping out from the dining room behind him but didn’t pay much attention, too absorbed by the scenery before him. it wasn’t until a green silk scarf flying in the air caught his attention. his reflex was quick enough that he caught it, but when he looked back to see whose it was, he saw a brunette walking away to the other side of the balcony. “Frue ! du glemte din ...” he stopped himself as he realised that even after having left his country and stepping into a foreign land where barely anyone spoke his language, he was still using his mother tongue like an idiot. “miss!” he called out, as he started walking towards her.
his long steps finally caught up to her and he stopped in front of her, but just as he was about to explain the situation, he found himself stupefied. his own eyes softened as they met her’s. it took him a moment but he regained his usual cool composure “your scarf, your highness. we wouldn’t want London’s chill to get to you now, would we?” he flashed her an easy grin, as he presented her with her scarf.
‘ at last, here we are. ’ daniella said loudly, though it wasn’t directed at anyone in particular as she stood with her hands on her hips in the middle of the garden at the front, looking up at the buckingham palace. a sheepish grin appeared on her face before she made an elaborate hand gesture towards the building, her tone resembling a bad imitation of hagrid. ‘ hogwarts. ’
“i’m pretty sure hogwarts is a caste in Scotland so... you’re not a true potter-heard and i’m disappointed.” felix looked up at the towering palace which was to house them for the time being. he had come to to London before as a tourist, but seeing it up close felt different. “and hogwarts was a castle, this is a palace so....check your facts before you spew ‘em. “
Anxiety, large crowds, and jet lag led Oliver to jogging in a park. The park was small and rather secluded. It took him a bit of stealth and dodging to find somewhere no one else would be. He just needed time to himself in some fresh air. The flight has him exhausted but his racing thoughts and a desire to have a somewhat stable schedule left him unable to sleep. He was trying to run some of the anxiety out, not really paying attention to his surroundings when his shoulder clipped someone else’s. “Sorry about that. I need to pay more attention when I run.” He said rubbing his shoulder. “ You okay?”
“no worries, mate. i am completely fine.” felix assured, waving his hand. he had been running with earphones in his ears blasting music, not having been able to sleep the jetlag off and deciding instead to get a head start to the day. “i’m guessing you’re also staying at the palace for the summit.” felix concluded after looking over the man in front of him. “felix holstien, prince of denmark.” he introduced himself, extending his hand for a friendly shake.
- ̗̀✰ •【 DIEGO LUNA / CISMALE / 34 】announcing the arrival of his royal highness, ( FELIX HOLSTEIN ), the ( CROWN PRINCE ) of ( DENMARK ). I’ve heard that he is ( AIRY) & ( HEADSTRONG ) but can also be ( CHEERFUL ) & ( BENEVOLENT ). ( FELIX) is arranged to marry ( ANDREA VON KLEIST ). Rumor has it (lives a double life as a commoner ). We hope you enjoy your stay at London!
introducing, felix andré henrik holstein :
felix is the perfect prince charming. he’s this sweet guy, carefree, always joking around
he’s the kings son from his first marriage to a mexican noble woman, but she unfortunately died when felix was 4. he remembers very little of her, but all his memories of her are good memories. then his father remarried, giving him his two little sisters whom he LOVES more than anything
He grew close to his step mother too? She truly treated Felix like he was her own and Felix gave her all the respect he would have his own mother (her death WRECKED him, and he’s still dealing with that, mostly by taking care of his younger sisters)
he’s not someone who was really brought up with too much expectations?? like his father is the king and he knows HE will be king someday but his dad never made his upbringing too strict, not too lax either, it was a balance but he was allowed much more freedom than most royals
he does accompany the king to other countries on state matters but thats mostly bc he has fun on those trips
now when felix was young, he met a girl when he was visiting his grandparents in mexico. she was a waitress at a cafe and felix being his usual charming, flirty self got talking to her, she knew he was the prince of Denmark and so she was slightly apprehensive at first as to why he took such interest in her
he would absolutely say it was love at first sight. felix was a love sick puppy, taking her on elaborate dates, picnics all of it. it was a long distance relationship only in name, felix was jetting off to mexico on a weekly basis really
he kept the relationship a secret at first, mainly bc he didnt want the press hounding her, but after a year or so he told the world bc no part of him was ashamed of her. he introduced her to his family, he convinced his father and step-mother to get on board with his relationship, and mostly because of his stubborn nature, they conceded. after another year, he proposed
felix was a happily married husband at the young age of 20. his new wife soon became the darling of the danish people, she was an extremely intelligent woman, witty and charismatic
his life was happy , until 6 months later when she was diagnosed with cancer. it was a short battle, he was happy she didnt suffer. the experience would have scarred him, changed him, had it not been for his wife’s final words : ‘remain your happy self no matter what life throws at you, my love.“ and thats what he’s tried to do
it took him time to get over it, but he moved on in life eventually, became himself again. He knows a part of him will always belong to his first wife, Ana María
one day, when he was roaming around mexico, visiting all the old hang out places of his and his wife’s, he encountered a man his age, conversing with him in a general manner. he realised that the man didnt know who felix was, and felix was very happy he could hold a normal conversation for once.
Since then Felix has been travelling to countries far away, just to get a sense of normality. Its a rush, a high for him really. Being a normal face in the large crowd, being treated as a person and not a title. (since he was 23 to be precise, so his secrets been going on for 11 years)
some headcanons:
used to be in the Royal Danish Air Force since Denmark has mandatory military service. he loves flying, and still tries to get a few trips in using his private plane
Has one dog, a labrador, her name is Annika and he found her on the streets on one of his trips 3 years ago
Passionate abt animals in general, supports loads of charities that help animals and has tried to go vegan several times
loves vintage cars and bikes, has his own small collection
LOVES to travel, has a polaroid camera at all times, has a wall full of polaroids back in his room at the danish palace
has several small tattoos, none of them really mean anything he just finds them cool ( has one of Ana María’s name on his chest, right above his heart (and i have a hc that when he gets married again he’ll have his second wife’s name on there too))
He doesn’t like to put labels but has definitely experimented with his sexuality, and doesn’t really see gender in sexual partners
HIGHKEY romantic, too extra tbh
can speak danish, spanish, english, german, french, swedish, some chineese
He goes by Miguel García when he’s travelling as a commoner, and has created an entire backstory for Miguel
sexually promiscuous kinda
Do NOT start a bear drinking competition with this guy, you WILL loose
Just a fun loving, overall nice dude
Not serious abt ANYTHING in life
Real life teddy bear
connections i’d like for him:
I think it would be amazing if someone met him as Miguel in the past??? So they’d know his secret?? And a best friend definitely, maybe someone he travels with, but as a royal?? Exes on good terms or bad, cousins, drinking buddies? i have a million ideas for this, maybe she knows him from before, as Miguel?? or maybe its love at first sight once more for him?? or maybe it’s opposites attract in which she is the opposite of his carefree, casual self?? asdfghjkl i would love ANY of these connections or really any at all, give me EVERYTHING !!
Diego Luna attends the International Jury press conference during the 67th Berlinale International Film Festival Berlin at Grand Hyatt Hotel on February 9, 2017 in Berlin, Germany.
‘ i am trying, felix. ’ she shushed, giving him a small grin. then came his translation of the word, which made her heart skip a beat. she didn’t know what exactly she was expecting – she could guess it was some sort of a pet name, but sweetheart and darling … that made her stomach flutter, making her feel lightheaded for a moment. she looked absolutely whipped, adoration clear in her eyes as she squeezed his arm gently. ‘ that … wow. ’ she mumbled, blushing deeper at the mention of private lessons. ‘ i would love that, yes. ’ she chuckled softly, giving him a nod. ‘ that would surely impress them. i can teach you german whenever you want … liebling. ’
the grin on his face became larger at her last word. he had spent enough nights in German nightclubs to know what that meant. “Liebling ? now that’s progress.” he chuckled as they walked down the hallway towards the ballroom. “i’m going to take a wild guess that an introvert like you isn’t overly fond of such grand parties and functions, that you would rather curl up under the sheets with a good book.” he was trying to figure her out, get to know her as deeply as possible . his mind was constantly buzzing with questions when he was around her. he wanted to know every tiny detail about the girl next to him, every secret she had ever held.
the mention of the late queen, their mother ( even though she wasn’t the biological mother of felix, the youngest princess knew well how much felix loved her as his own ) surely did bring the mood down. at least dani’s. her eyes glistening with unshed tears, she felt the pain so raw now. she never got to grieve her properly. she never had the chance to remember her with that lovely smile – now her memories were filled with how life faded from her eyes. trying to surpress a sob, she did her best to focus on the matter at hand … her fiance. ‘ he’s … he’s dreamy. ’ she decided on the word to describe him, words genuine yet she looked out of it. ‘ he’s really nice. a bit bossy and challenging but i’ve got this. i don’t know if it’s early to say, it’s only been around a month but – i think i’m falling. ’ she said, thinking of him making the pain lessen.
“falling?” Felix had to admit some part of him was disappointed his sister had found happiness with her match so quickly, thinking it to mean that she wouldn’t look back at her home and family twice before leaving. but a larger part, the unselfish part of him, was glad she already had a sense of ease around the guy. he forced the smaller part deep inside him and smiled at his sister. “good, that saves me from having to go give him a lecture about treating you right. and i don’t think anyone could ever boss you around if you didn’t want them to, so i’m not worried about that. just don’t go forgetting us up in Greece.” his tone was light as always, but he knew in himself just how much of a plea it really was.
berto, in his underwear and undershirt, eyes narrowed at the piece of clothing in front of him shook his head. "there is no way i will wear that, ‘lix.“ berto didn’t like suits, he did, in fact, hate them with a burning passion. he was a soldier and soldiers were supposed to wear a uniform, not a suit that cost more than what an average family wasted on food in a year. "unlike you i don’t have anyone to impress so i’m sticking to my dress pants and shirt.” he shrugged then and proceeded to pointedly ignore felix.
Felix threw his hands up in frustration at his friend. “Berto, its one night! it won’t kill you to wear something formal once in a while.” he sighed in defeat, he knew he was never going to be able to change his friend’s mind, and regardless, arguments weren’t his strongest suit, be it against anyone. ( but especially friends ) “suit yourself.” he said, before laughing at his own bad pun. “hey, who says i have someone to impress?” damnit, was he really being so transparent ?
"And here I was, thinking that it was the bride who is supposed to look freaking perfect. That the groom has to look just slightly better than usual but not good enough to eclipse the bride.” Not that he could eclipse Angelina in a million years, no matter how hard he tried to look good. He tried to not frown at the mention of his mother quite sure that had she been there her only concern would have been to make sure everything looked perfect but not in the way Felix thought. “Don’t sell yourself so low, Felix, I’m pretty sure you could make it to one hour and a half.” Many would think that almost everyone he knew thinking his future wife was scary would affect Leo, even offend him, but it only made him proud. He wasn’t blind. He knew very well how she was and how she carried herself. He just loved it. “Wait, wait, wait. Who said you and I are family? You’re embarrassing yourself, mate.” The blank expression he tried to keep was given away by the way his eyes smiled. Yes, of course, Felix was family. Probably even more than his own flesh and blood. He couldn’t imagine his wedding without Felix, he alone made up for half his family’s absence. “I wouldn’t let Angelina near your hair if I were you.” The casual comment turned into laugh at the mental image that formed on his mind. “Very hot friends she is fiercely possessive of and would not hesitate in castrate whoever dares hurt them. So, unless you want to marry again soon, I wouldn’t mess up with them."
“we’re not trying to have you eclipse Ginnie, but you need to at least look good enough that people don’t start question why she’s with you of all people.” he joked, smirking. he shook his head a little too hard for comic effect with widened eyes, at his friend’s comment. “i think the rose-tinted glasses of love are preventing you from seeing just how absolutely terrifying your future wife is.” then he paused for a second. “wife. wow, that makes you sound so...adult. when did you grow up, man? now you’re going to go off and have a quite little married life, like a responsible adult, instead of running around with this man-child in front of you. this is a sad day indeed.” even though he knew his best friend was only joking, he put on a hurt expression at his comment about them not being family. “you know i can fly myself away just as easily as i flew in. i can do that now, fucking fly.” he mockingly threatened, before chuckling. his hand went to his hair, protectively. “you’re right, my hair is too important to me for me to trust her with. but we could get our nails done together.” the image of him and the American woman, sitting in a salon and gossiping was as amusing to Felix, as it was unrealistic. “she’ll only get protective if someone tells her, and you’re not going to do that. because i’m not getting remarried. not now, and possibly not ever.” Ana María‘s memory was still fresh in his heart, and his tone might have been light but he truly couldn’t see himself falling in love again. “i’m going to live the life of an eternal bachelor. they will call me ‘Europe’s Playboy King.”
