*la familia primero

sebastián navarette. 39. eldest of the navarette wolf pack. heir. mi familia es mi fuerza y ​​mi debilidad tienes que defender tu honor y a tu familia.*my family is my strength and my weakness. you have to defend your honor and your family.*

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vnselm‌:

Lukas narrowed his eyes at the other man, trying to determine whether his confusion was genuine or if this was just another attempt to mock Lukas. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had shown up in his workshop to belittle him with snide comments. But the people who liked to do that didn’t usually turn up at this hour. As the intruder introduced himself, Lukas limped over to the nearest work stool and sat down, still facing him. More than likely, if he’d come to harm Lukas, he would have done so already. And if he was here to insult him, then Lukas would rather be sitting down comfortably than straining his leg further.

“Navarette. I know that name,” Lukas answered, tilting his head up a little and giving the werewolf another once over. They were a well-respected family, not given over to the sort of petty in-fighting of other noble families. “Well then, I’m definitely sure you didn’t mean to find your way in here. Most people in court with a good reputation do everything they can to stay away from Anselms.” A wry, humorless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Meant to say that first. Lukas Anselm, Baron of Ravenstone, blah blah blah, you get the gist.” He cast a quick glance around, then furrowed his brow again. “How’d you get in here? The door was locked from the outside. Is your wolf form small enough to fit under the doorjamb?”

If he had known that he was going to find himself here in this armory workshop, he would have had a better grasp on what exactly was going on. But he had completely been lost himself having next to no recollection of exactly he got there in the first place. And if had done it on purpose, he wouldn’t have been there in the moment that he could have been caught. Or Seb would have gotten out of there before he was caught. Not that he would ever have a reason to be here, that was where the main part of the confusion had been stemming from.

There was a wave of relief that had flooded over him as the man said he knew that name and thanked his parents for having a good reputation within the kingdom. They were important to the foundation, but never extended much past that. They always had other things to worry about rather than getting involved in the politics of the other nobles in the land. Especially when it came to petty dramas that had been started long ago by people who were not even alive. His family saw no point in engaging in that sort of slander for no good reason. “Anselm,” he breathed for a moment before huffing just slightly. He had heard things, but chose to ignore the extent of them all because it didn’t really matter to him. So long as they weren’t a family to go against the kingdom and considering he was working for Viktor it didn’t seem like that was something he would have to worry about.

An awkward chuckle fell from his lips, “no, my god no. If I’m not small enough to fit under that then there is no possible way that my wolf form could have either,” he pointed out feeling a little nervous about the whole situation. “I’m going to tell it to you straight, I just woke up here. I don’t remember coming here or getting in. Is the door broken in anyway? Because if I somehow managed to get in by breaking it, I ask that you allow me to pay to get it fixed and a better lock really. But again, I have no idea how I got here or why I’m here.”

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ofstrom‌:

His eyes were soft as he gently pet the dog, knowing it wouldn’t ease the pain, but wishing it would bring even the slightest bit of comfort. “We’ve got you, you’re okay.” He whispered, not knowing if things would turn out well. Tristan didn’t care that he was speaking to a puppy. Animals were smart and one could tell a lot by their eyes. “Maybe it got lost.” It was possible the pup had an owner, but strayed. The woods were an easy place to get mixed up in. “Any decent person would do the same.” Tristan glanced at the other when he was thanked. “Not good. I don’t really know what I’m doing.” He admitted, beginning to clean the wound.

The pup was in pain, that much was evident. But at least there was two people here each placing their hands on her in hopes that their energy would ease the pain in any possible way. “It’s a possibility, though just from a glance she looks like she’s a stray,” he noted from how matted the fur was. If this dog had belonged to someone, it definitely wasn’t being cared for in the best possible way and that brought a certain kind of distaste in Seb’s mouth. At the end of this, assuming that there would be a positive outcome, Seb would ensure that the puppy would have a good home even if he had to take care of her himself. He peered at the wound, but quickly looked away and focused back on the pup’s eyes. “You’re doing better than I would have,” he commented giving her a little scratch behind her ears to try and calm her down. “I just hope that she ends up alright.”

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kcraf‌:

“I’d say that’s alright but knowing my brethren, perhaps not so much.” She mused with a shrug. Kora surveyed the other. He seemed… sweet? Although that didn’t seem the right word. Perhaps cautious was more correct. “Would you like help finding your way? Before I was the way I am now, I was considered quite the conversationalist. Then again, I’m still the conversationalist.”

He furrowed his brows for a moment. Seb was used to walking around and being on his own, but considering he had somehow found himself in the realms of the night court, perhaps it would be better if he kept her around and actually helped him find his way out of this place. “Sure. Maybe I can use the company and the guarantee that I won’t end up being another dead wolf if another vampire finds their way to me.”

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opheliaddsn‌:

Somehow, Ophelia had turned from running away into the Wilde Wood once a week to appearing in town only to grab one of the baker’s fun new concoctions to try. Ever since that first cake, Ophelia had been hooked, her mouth and stomach demanding she give it a treat at least once a week because that sugary pleasure was too hard to deny. This time, though, she purchased her little delicacy and left with a simple goodbye; the draw of taking a true moment to herself with some paper and some kohl. She just wanted to sit by the lakeside and enjoy something simple.

The wind shifted, though. Oddly blowing in a different direction and it took Ophelia a minute to realize it was a blur of a man running past her. She was barely in his way and she was too stunned to even yell after him for the inconsideration. But then he stopped and she saw the bundle of fur in his hands and the unmistakable scent of blood. The girl rushed over, her treats dropping to the ground and forgotten as she touched his shoulder to turn him around, hoping to peer into his arms to access the injury. “We need to find where the injury is, right?” Ophelia said immediately. She was no medic nor did her status ever grant her the ability to use her water to heal, but she had to try something. “If we clean up some of this blood, there is a chance it isn’t as bad as it seems. The blood could have just matted down a lot of the fur.”

Seb felt this overwhelming sense of protection over the pup that had been nestled in his arms. He could feel pings of pain run through his spine every time the puppy so much whimpered from the injury. The only thing he needed now was to find someone that could help him to assess the injury, better yet someone that could actually tend to it as well. He had been so in his head he barely turned around when someone tapped on his shoulder. The girl that stood below him now seemed as if she was just concerned as he was for the pup.

He loosened his hold on the pup for a moment and turned it so that the brunette could see and assess the injuries. “It doesn’t feel like the heartbeat is getting slower and her breathing is alright,” he noted before nodding in agreement with her. “Do you know anywhere we can go to get this figured out?” he asked looking around still a little panicked. There was a good chance that the injury wasn’t as bad as it really seemed considering the matted fur had darkened and there didn’t seem to be any new blood pouring out. “I would help, but I have no idea where to even start when it comes to this sort of thing. I can just feel the pain that she’s feeling and I want to help her out.”

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                        Though we're tethered to the story we must tell                              When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well

first day of my life / bright eyes | happy & sad / kacey musgraves | almost lover / jasmine thompson | i can’t make you love me / soak | promise / ben howard | heartbeats / josé gonzález | such great heights / iron & wine | i will follow you into the dark / death cab for cutie | carry you / novo amor | falling slowly / chester see & savannah outen | all my days / alexi murdoch | fade into you / mazzy star | turning page / sleeping at last

@carmenbelemonte

&&.unrequited quiet // sebastian&.carmen

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carmenbelemonte‌:

Carmen had opened her mouth to answer but before she could even get a sound out, Sebastian had taken her hand and was leading her out of the mansion and into the courtyard. The moment Sebastian took her hand, Carmen felt sparks travel up the length of her arm. Glancing briefly at Sebastian’s face, Carmen was unsure if he had felt them as well. Once the pair had entered the courtyard and Sebastian had released her hand, Carmen felt a strange sense of loss at the lack of contact. Carmen, you just met him. Please don’t make this more awkward that it already is. She thought to herself, pushing the weird sensations from her mind.

“Don’t apologize. It was getting stuffy in there anyway,” she assured him lightheartedly, noticing that her form had relaxed the moment they had disappeared from their parents sight. “There’s no need to rush things, we have more than enough time to get to know one another.” Carmen agreed, following in step with Sebastian as he lead her through the garden’s around the estate.

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous,” Carmen answered honestly, glancing around at the brilliantly colored flora surrounding them. “But I think nerves are a good thing in this situation. I mean, I would hope you’d be at least a little bit nervous when meeting the person you’re suppose to spend your life with.” She added with a soft laugh, turning back to smile reassuringly at Sebastian. The awkwardness between them was completely understandable considering they had quite literally only met moments ago but the pressure of their union still hung heavily in the atmosphere around them.

“Well, firstly I think sanity is a relative term.” Carmen joked, determined to break the discomfort of their first meeting or to at least get a smile out of him. “But music really helps me reign in my thoughts when things get overwhelming. It helps me escape everything, even if only for a few moments,” she answered, her smile turning bashful as a blush crept up her neck. “What do you do?” She asked, watching him curiously. “To keep yourself grounded.”

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There had always been an immense pressure placed on Sebastián to constantly please his parents. Nearly forty years of it had been going on now and evidently it wasn’t going away anytime soon. Because he still found himself here in the gardens with his betrothed, all for his parents wishes. If he had his way, he wouldn’t be standing here now. But he had been engrained to believe that his parents knew best, that he had to follow their plan exactly to a tee. Perhaps it would be the death of him, but he begrudgingly had to admit that Carmen had a certain air about her that seemed to soothe his nerves in the slightest. She had soft features and a kind smile that seemed to light up the room when he first saw her. At least there was that.

“We do have our whole lives,” he half mumbled in agreement. He really wanted to be more present for this, he didn’t want to show his disdain for the whole arranged marriage thing because he understood where his parents were coming from. There was only so much longer that he could have kids and start a family so that they could enjoy the benefits of being grandparents. Seb felt awful that he couldn’t commit himself fully to the girl that was chosen for him. He felt awful that he couldn’t really fake his feelings about meeting her. At least for now he could brush it off as nerves. “Nerves are a good thing. I wouldn’t think you had a heart if you weren’t at least a little nervous,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “I’m nervous too, I must admit. I mean, I knew it was coming, but it feels like it happened a little fast, wouldn’t you say?” He asked in hopes that the whirlwind of the news had swept her up as unsuspectingly as it had done to him.

“Music,” he mused for a moment thinking about her comment. “What about music? Do you listen, do you compose?” He asked, genuinely curious in getting to know her. He still felt that ping of guilt that he would never be able to give himself fully to her. That same guilt that held onto him knowing there were walls built around him that she had no chance of scaling to get over. Seb had only just met her and he knew that she deserved more than that at the very least. “What do I do?” Slightly stunned by the question. He never really had his thing. Santi had his art, Mia had her politics, and Mateo had his baking. The eldest Navarette sibling didn’t have anything that grounded him besides being the eldest sibling. “Would you think it is foolish if I say my answer is looking out for my family?” He asked her, now nervously fidgeting with the cuffs of his shirt. “I’ve never really… Found anything else to do besides that. It’s kind of been a full time gig being the big brother for almost thirty years now.” Seb answered honestly, though he was worried about the criticism he may get from her if she discovered that he hadn’t ever really thought about himself in his life. He had always been so focused on being the eldest brother that any semblance of a personality was lost in the chaos of it all.

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neptune — sleeping at last. 11:11 pm.

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@carmenbelemonte

[felicitykiss]

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@navaretteluna

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svalaxsigurd‌:

Svala nodded trying to stop the bleeding and wiping her face with the back of her hand. While the other woman rushed over different supplies. She uncorked a bottle and looked up at the man across from her. “You might want to hold her. This might burn a bit.” She said before pouring the alcohol that had been in the bottle on the wounds and hearing her friend curse. She silenced her quickly and grabbed the man’s hands. “I need you to keep pressure on this one while I seal up the smaller ones.” She nodded, sternly. “She’s going to be fine, alright?” She said before starting to stitch up the smaller wounds that needed them while her friend bandaged others. “alright, left up and let me have that one.” She said her brows raising, “I promise you, she’s going to be okay.”

Seb could sense the fear in the young pup, perhaps he had been tune with her because of his own canine origins. He could feel every bit of pain that she had been in, wincing himself as he placed his hands on her only to offer her some support. It could have been the fact that he was largely an empath and could feel the emotion radiating off of her through the palms of his hands, or he simply could have bonded with the puppy from the moment he had saved her in the woods. He followed the blonde’s instructions, applying a good amount of pressure to the wound giving her a half nod when she said the dog would be alright. He mindlessly lifted his hand when she told him too, eyes still glued to the pups blood matted fur. “I just don’t want to see her in this kind of pain,” he finally spoke breaking eye contact for a moment. “It will take a toll too heavy on my heart if it turns out she won’t be okay.”

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fckmateo·:

mateo didn’t understand his brother and maybe that was his own fault. had he tried hard enough? was it weird that he knew nothing about sebastian? it was as if you never thought about what your parents were like when they were younger, to him sebastian was the same. sebastian had been a father to mateo, he could respect that much but past being a father… they were never friends. if anything was ever to go wrong, mateo would run to him. he kept an undeniable trust in his older brother, a trust that wasn’t matched by the one he had with santi or mia. he had no favourites, but seb wouldn’t be it if he had. he wished they were closer and maybe now with this fight, he could finally understand seb.

all he wanted to do was understand, ‘why? what reality? seb— don’t stop there. you know everything about my life, from point a, being born to point b, now. you know everything, you’ve always been there for me. i want to know.’ mateo pleaded, his eyes softening hearing his own middle name and biting back a small smile. ‘i don’t know yours, sebatian. i wish i knew you, hermano. it’s not fair.’ mateo nodded when sebastian asked if he wanted to hear a secret. he was shocked, frankly. the feeling of never knowing who he was was familial. it gave him a way to understand, to really have a brotherly bond. 

‘i… why don’t you have someone, seb? i don’t believe you lived your life without love, brother, you’re full of love. you’re leaking love, and worry and all you do is care about someone. i have never thought little of you, i have always believed you were the best person in this world. you had to be, you were my big brother, but fuck i am so glad you’re not perfect, seb. i’m so glad you’re as broken, as fucked in the head as the rest of us. tell me more, whatever you want to. tell me what santi and mia know and i don’t.’

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sebastián &&. mateo navarette // a moodboard

(( @fckmateo ))

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vnselm‌:

Missing three whole days of his life was an incredibly unsettling feeling which Lukas did not like. He wasn’t the only person who’d missed time, as evidenced by more than a few confusing instances around the palace. But that wasn’t much comfort when it meant that he was now three days behind on several important projects. Three days he had decided to make up by working late into the night until he was so tired he could barely stand. At some point, he’d fallen asleep at his work table and had to be carted off to bed by some servants. Lukas woke now in a dazed but grumpy mood, all the exhaustion gone and replaced by annoyance that his dumb, needy body had interrupted his work. Pausing only to throw a dressing gown on over his pajamas, he trudged through the halls down to the workshop King Viktor had graciously set up for him. He’d been in the middle of testing the prototype for a new contraption which would make Acrine’s outer walls a truly deadly obstacle, so that’s where he would pick up. He shoved the door open without ceremony and nearly jumped at the sight of someone standing in the middle of the room, a motion which sent a small spasm through his right leg. Lukas glowered at the man, but didn’t move right away. “Thanks. So, if you’re not here to steal anything, mind telling me what you are doing in here?”

Seb would not have found himself in situations like this on his own. He was a strong enough wolf to know exactly where he was going, so why he somehow ended up here was beyond his knowledge. His whole order of time had seemed to escape him too. From what he could last remember, he had been asleep in his bed far from wherever he was now. It was strange, that he somehow ended up in a workshop of all places. He offered the tall man a sheepish smile when he heard his voice booming. “Would you believe me if I told you I have no idea?” He raised his brow still confused at exactly what he was doing here. 

“I mean, I know that’s not the most believable story,” he trailed off looking around him making sure that the man couldn’t easily grab a weapon to fight him off. But they were in an arsenal of inventions that Seb could only assume belonged to the man standing before him now. “Sebastián Navarette. Member of the royal pack, Lord of the Navarette Estate. I promise I mean no harm. I am just as confused as you are.” That was the truth, not that Seb would ever go out of his way to lie. Especially not in a moment where he could easily be killed by any of the weapons around them. There were contraptions that he had never even seen, let alone know how to use them properly. “And you are?”

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✅ for Carmen

“Moonlight's only possible with the sun.”

@carmenbelemonte

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✅ also MATEO

“Don’t let your losses define you.”

@fckmateo

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✅

“Thank you for saving my dog.”

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✅ SAFIYA SAFIYA SAFIYA

“I miss what we never were.”

@fcksafiya

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carmenbelemonte‌:

The moment the carriage had left the safety of estate, Carmen’s nerves started to run a mile a minute. Not even the words of encouragement from her stepmother sitting beside her could reign them in. She wished Celina had been allowed to come with them to meet her betrothed but her father had shot down the idea before either of them could even ask. Carmen could have used her younger sister’s support or at least her sarcastic wit to distract her from her thoughts on the way to the Navarette’s estate. 

Carmen tried to listen to her stepmother’s attempts to reassure her that the match they had made for her was perfect but instead she found her attention solely focused on twirling her fingers around the golden chain around her neck. Dangling from the chain was a delicate locket. The necklace had been a gift from her mother on her twelfth birthday, just a year before she passed away. Clicking the locket open, Carmen peered down at the picture of her mother on the left side, admiring her warm smile before running a finger over the words etched elegantly into the metal on the right. Brilla donde quiera que estés, mi pequeño sol. She could feel tears forming in the corners of her eyes as her mothers voice echoed inside her head. There wasn’t a moment when Carmen didn’t miss her mother with every fiber of her being and she hoped that she was watching her where she was.

Carmen was pulled from her thoughts as the carriage jolted to a stop. Blinking away the tears almost as fast as they had appeared, she allowed a warm smile to grace her lips just moments before she was helped out of the carriage. The moment her feet touched the ground, Carmen felt her nerves spike. While the timing of her arrangement had been out of the blue, it hadn’t been entirely unexpected. Her father and stepmother had been hinting at the idea for months now. She was past the typical age of marriage and it had been months since anyone had attempted to court her. Carmen didn’t blame her parents for wanting to expedite the process of her settling down but she wished she could have found someone on her own accord. While Carmen was nervous about meeting the man she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with, she wasn’t bitter about the arrangement. No matter who he was, Carmen was devoted to pouring all that she had into their relationship. Always the optimist, she was determined to make something good out of the situation. 

She quickly ran her hands over the front of her dress before following her parents inside. Carmen had dressed nicely in a yellow gown that complemented her figure and complexion, determined to make a good first impression. She wore her dark hair loose, allowing her natural curls to frame the soft features of her face. 

Carmen watched as her parents enthusiastically greeted his. That seems promising, she thought to herself before lifting her head to meet the gaze of the figure stepping towards her. The moment her eyes landed on him, Carmen felt something pull in her chest. He was certainly handsome, she’d give him that. His eyes were friendly and his expression seemed sincere. She couldn’t stop the warm grin tugging at the corners of her lips as Sebastian took her hand, pressing his lips gently against her skin. A shiver ran up the arm he held and Cameron felt a blush creeping up the back of her neck and she curtsied in return. “You’re rather handsome as well.” She complimented, moving her arm to rest back at her side. “Carmen Belemonte. It’s nice to finally meet you.” 

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As her voice rang into the air, it settled his nerves a little bit. The only thing he had been worried about (besides the blaring obvious fact that there was no way he could love this woman with his entire being) was that his parents just picked a person in a line up of Latina women. But Carmen at least seemed like she was a good person. That was all he could have asked for considering that he couldn’t have much of a say in who she was. “It is very nice to meet you,” he nodded. See wanted this to be anything but formal, yet still it was hard to try and approach this any other way. He had only learned of this whole thing the night before. The timing could not have been more off considering Safiya had just come back into his life. It always seemed that the pair of them came together and his parents held the reins of his life that always steered him away from her. If he had been a stronger person, he would learn to pull away from his parent’s guidance, but he wasn’t. He was the dutiful eldest son, that was always going to be the path he was on. It would be senseless to turn away from that all now.

There was a brief moment where their parents continued to exchange words, he wasn’t sure if he had ever really seen his mother this happy. In fact, she was almost glowing. Her already eccentric personality was bubbling from her being with every interaction they had. He felt his heart become a little heavier knowing that if he ever called this whole arrangement off that hers would break and he would hurt the family. That was the absolute last thing he had wanted to do, it always had been. So he would swallow his pride and try to be the best for everyone in the situation. There was still a lot of pressure that was hanging in the air. Nervously, he wiped his hands against his pant legs before speaking up again. “Do you mind if we go for a walk?” he asked his betrothed, but took her hand before she could even answer. He just needed to get out of there.

“Sorry,” he briefly spoke as they made their way out of the mansion and into the courtyard of the estate. Letting go of her hand, he drew in the fresh air, filling his lungs before he spoke again. “Everything going on in there felt so formal,” the word he had been clinging to for the majority of the day. There was no denying that it was though. He was under the impression that things should have occurred naturally, that if his parents would have just listened to him ten years ago that maybe they would have had grandkids by now and their eldest son wouldn’t be lurking around the estate with nothing better to do. “I just don’t want everything to be so rigid. We’re to spend our whole lives with one another, you know? We still should get to ease into it without the pressure of knowing that we’re ending up together,” he told her. They began walking around the estate together, through their gardens filled with many flowers and plants. It was one of his favorite places to escape besides his student, so he figured he could share it with his betrothed. “Are you nervous?” he asked her, wanting to know her feelings regarding the whole situation. Of course it was still slightly awkward for a natural conversation to form, they had only just met each other. “What is it that you do? You know, to keep your mind sane I suppose.”