#CatalunyaLliure

Andrés Moncada | 41 years old

[simondouba]

"Happy? Feeling good about yourself, gif guy? Because this might enter the list of the dumbest shit you ever pull, " it was easier to excuse that behavior when they weren't attaching a fucking title to their name. " and you," pointing over to Sergi. "Couldn't you knock some sense over him or are the two of you useless when I'm not around. Worse than my kids, man and both of them are under the age of five."

@svrgic @vndrcs

[svrgic]

❝ FIRST OF ALL, i'm not andrés' babysitter. second, you're insane if you think i was going to insert myself in that fight to stop it. ❞ he turned to andrés quickly. ❝ i love you, man, but i wouldn't throw myself on the ground for you. ❞ not in uniform. ❝ third and most important: i almost started cheering when he locked in that hadaka jime, do you not know me at all ? plus, even if he did throw in the first punch, the turk sought him out to start the whole thing. ❞ at least that's what andrés had claimed. ❝ the narrative is there, just play it publicly. ❞ / @vndrcs

[vndrcs]

He sighs as he pass over a 100$ bill to Sergi. He can't believe his bullshit is what finally got Simó out of his ass. "He has been asking to be punched for the last 5 years at least - you should be congratulating me for waiting until after the war" He nods at Sergi's rational - he would not have been on the floor either if had had any choice on that matter. He snaps his fingers at Sergi's next point "Yes! Yes - Simó that's literally your thing. Do that!" @aalayncs

[barbiebraganca]

IT WAS ONLY when the guards had put an end to the fight and aslan was being escorted out of the palace that barbara rose from her seat next to matilde to approach andrés. standing right in front of him as the guards let him go, she took a quick once-over at her husband and hummed in disapproval. ❝ i hope you got it out of your system. ❞ she stated while attempting to fix the absolute mess that were his suit and hair. ❝ now walk. ❞ when he opened his mouth to try and speak her head tipped in the direction of the exit to stop him. ❝ in silence, moncada. ❞ it was better that he did not say a word until they were out of the ballroom and away from any guests. only once they were did she turn to speak to him again, now checking his face more carefully. ❝ you alright ? ❞ / @vndrcs

[vndrcs]

The second B was within his vision it all came crashing back down. The pin focus on Aslan, the anger, the frustration. The buzzing of his mind stopped and the sounds of the party around him come back. He's looking at Barbie but hes fully aware of all the eyes on him, of all the voices. He feels trapped. The walls seem to grow around him, shadows multiplying. They're, somehow, speaking Castelian. No. They're not of course. They're gossiping about him. But it is not because he doesn't belong. They're gossiping because they have nothing else to do. They're gossiping like they do about any of them. He focused back on B. Is she ok? He opens his mouth to ask but Barbie shuts him up and he nods.

Once the doors close behind them he steps forward wrapping his arms around her and dropping his head into the curve of her neck. She will be mad, maybe even disappoint but he just needs her as close as possible at this second. "Did any of them do anything to you?" the them comes out with the vitriol he usually saves for the spanish royals.

[vslvano]

the first punch connected painfully and aslan's groan turned into a growl. he was already teetering back and he wasn't going to let that second punch land. aslan grabbed the lapel of andres' jacket, throwing off his own punch and getting andres in the jaw. he let himself fall, pull the older man with him. the second punch half connected with his cheek and they rolled, grappling.

[vndrcs]

His balance is still thrown off, footing not quite found when Aslan throws his body back, when he grabs Andrés jacket, before Andrés own grip betrays him. He's falling and rolling on the floor not unlike a school boy fight. His jaw aches from the Turks reply and he tastes the blood on this tongue. It's fucking infuriating. Belittling to be on the floor like a fucking bug. He can tell B's family is going to have a filled day talking about how improper it all is. He's so unfocused for the first couple second he doesn't manage to defend himself from any of Aslan's attacks. Once he finally turns them around, he barely has time to place his forearm on Aslan's throat and put his full weight on it when he's being grabbed and pulled back. It takes a second for his body to relax from the perceived attack. But it's just the Italians security. Their hold on him is not as tight as it probably should be - B's mark on him somewhat giving him bias in their eyes.

[vslvano]

layla does not need a scene right now. the last thing she needed was this sort of stress at a public event. he should go find hafiz's stupid boyfriend and their coats and go home to nuray. but then the idiot spanaird put a hand on him. "how about you take your fucking hand off me." it wasn't a question, and it was punctuated with a shove, aslan pushing forcefully at andres' shoulders, fully intending to put him on his ass.

[vndrcs]

By the time the wine from his glass hits the floor as Andrés stumbles back from the push his grip on Aslan's shirt turns into a fist. It's possibly the only thing that even keeps him up. The glass however follows the wine soon after and crashes on the floor with a loud sound. He barely got his footing back and he's already turning the momentum back to swing at Aslan's face. It catches him just between his left eye and nose. The fist full of dress shirt, wrinkled by his hand gives him enough of an anchor point that the slight height advantage the Turk might have is nothing and he's already pulling his arm back for a second punch before he even has the time to enjoy this moment. 6 fucking years coming.

[vslvano]

they were supposed to be getting out of here but hafiz has told him about the encounter with barbie, and now his hackles were up. he took a detour from getting their coats when he saw andres. "hey," he was not, per usual, thinking this through at all, it was all red, "tell your wife she owes my sister an apology." @vndrcs

[vndrcs]

Andrés had every intention of sucking up this party for another 2 hours while enjoying his first (and only) glass of wine for the night. The only reason it had even been allowed is cause neither he nor B wanted people asking questions of why they weren't drinking. Why she wasn't drinking. Questions would just stress both of them even more and Dr. Sousa was very precise about what stress did for both of their fertility. What he had no intention of was even looking at the fucking Turks. He drops his hand heavily into Aslan's sholder as he turns and squeezes. It's both a warning and a way to ground himself. "How about you take my wifes name out of your fucking mouth instead?"

[barbiebraganca]

' DID YOU NOTICE leda is beginning to speak portuguese ? ' she shouldn't seem so excited yet here barbie was, damn near bouncing at the discovery. ' i know it makes sense after she spent so long with her portuguese siblings in portugal, it was still shocking to hear. ' she sighed. ' should we just give up on this whole baby thing altogether ? four is a good number, right. ' / @vndrcs

[vndrcs]

barbiebraganca​:

He grins as he finishes undoing his watch, leaving it behind on the bedside table. A few to many steps bring him to the other side of the room, the path still foreign with the recent change. “Yea it’s really cute. She started mixing portuguese and catalan a little bit when we chat like the twins do.” His mood turns with the next words. He can’t even be happy B counted Leda in their children. They’ve been trying for almost a year, between monthly visits and marked calendars, hormone supplements and strict diets he would never have believed if you had told him a year ago the two of them would have this much trouble conceiving. He’s getting old. It has too be that. They need more tests. He needs more tests. A small peck on her shoulder before he rests his head on it. “We could-” he starts tentatively. He knows Barbie wants a baby. “We could try IVF.”

[carfuckerlynch]

i’m literally a boytoy i shouldn’t have to WORK

[vndrcs]

First Limited Edition Wedding Barbie and Andrés pair sold at Auction.

Almost exactly a year after the release of the dolls - in preparation for the royal wedding of Portuguese Crown Princess Barbara de Bragança and Dowarger King of Greece Andrés de Moncada - the first pair was sold at auction last weekend. Due to the limited numbers, the mint condition in box dolls have already tripled in price going for over 1500$ each.

@barbiebraganca

[vndrcs]

Andres (matching Barbie) @ the wine tasting

[vndrcs]

ignvc​:

“ i see that sergi STILL hasn’t managed to shake you off. ” andrés was DEAD WEIGHT if you asked ignác. a fumbler. he did not understand why the catalonian king had patience for him. “ is he home ? i wanted to say hello. ” [ &&. @vndrcs​ ]

“It’s so cute that you think he doesn’t say the same thing about you.” Andres said with a sarcastic smile, waving at Ignác. “Darling you have visits” He calls out over his shoulder. “He might be drugged as shit but knock yourself out.”

[vndrcs]

svrgic​:

     - ‘ YOU EDUCATE your kids with that mouth ? ’ he smirked. ‘ that’s good. if you got out of it empty handed the peace treaty wouldn’t work for shit. ’ there’s a huge difference between calling a truce and admitting defeat and he was glad andrés had not settled for the latter, it would be embarrassing for him. sergi would’ve rolled his eyes at the question if he didn’t find the action unbearably childish. ‘ don’t piss me off. daydrinking is the only thing i have now. ’

“No. They have tutors.” the thought makes him laugh a little. That’s the exact type of thing they would have made fun of in college. “Plus don’t fucking pretend you’re not the one who taught Leda how to call people cabróns when she was three. Three years old. I should have dumped you then.”  He shook his head “It’s likely what the Turks were expecting. The sultan had his kid with pax and walked in expecting Greece to step down. You know - this whole international diplomacy thing was much easier when it only involved throwing burning shit at the spanish.” He still didn’t fill the glass. He offered Sergi a sarcastic smile “If you’re going to kill yourself before 50 at least leave my sister a rich. widow. asshole.” it was only then that he poured Sergi a drink.

[lcmbcrdy]

"It's more suspicious when you avert your gaze, you know," Cecilia offers frankly, drawing herself up and out of the pool, droplets trailing over her bathing suit and skin. There had been no better way to deal with the heat than to dip into the cool waters. There's a sharper edge to her smile that she wills away while reaching for her towel and demurely wrapping it around her figure. "Still can't look me in the eye?" ; @vndrcs

[vndrcs]

lcmbcrdy​:

“It’s more suspicious when you avert your gaze, you know,” Cecilia offers frankly, drawing herself up and out of the pool, droplets trailing over her bathing suit and skin. There had been no better way to deal with the heat than to dip into the cool waters. There’s a sharper edge to her smile that she wills away while reaching for her towel and demurely wrapping it around her figure. “Still can’t look me in the eye?” ; @vndrcs

He could just tell himself he hadn’t noticed her. His glance around the area was fast enough that he could almost force himself to ignore the blonde head of hair. But Cecilia, even when they were kids, had ever let him take an easy way out of anything. So as she speaks to him he stops his steps, hand finding the pocket of his jeans to deposit his phone, no use in trying to read the emails now. Has he turns his eyes close up with the midday sun - if anything leaving her talking to herself would be the suspicious thing. Specially when she was supposed to be his wife’s friend. “I don’t actually remember ever not. I see the Savoias finally offered you a ticket to whatever hell this is.”

[vndrcs]

maximiliians​:​

Max turned at the sound of someone coming up behind him, suppressing the slight flutter of panic that rose as Freddie buried his head in his shirt. They were fine, they were safe. He offered Andres a smile, reaching for the tiny shoe as best he could with a child in one arm and the other in a sling. “Thank you, I didn’t even notice.” Freddie peeked from behind Max’s collar. “Freddie, can you say thank you?” To which his son promptly hid again. “Ah, he’s still a bit…” He didn’t know how to finish that sentence so he pressed on. “I’m sure Barbie was glad to see you, how are your children?” 

“don’t worry” he said half smile as he looked at the two kids. They were so small. Andres loved that the twins were getting more and more independent by the day. That Dani could now hold a full conversation and had a full world of his own - he would enter adolescente so soon. And Leda, it seemed yesterday she would hide behind him just like Freddie was doing. Now her confidence could rival many adults. “Your hands seem pretty full.” He waved at young boy has he looked up for a second. He got what B meant about the baby fever. If Cali ever stopped hanging off of him like a koala he might have to throw himself off a clift. “Let him be.” It made him sick to know those fuckers had held on to kids this young. He couldn’t even start to think if his kids had been there. “They’re doing good. Spending some time with the grandparents for now. How are you and Catherine holding up?” 

[vndrcs]

matildcs​:

            the duration of silence tested ease between the short-lived sibling bond, saved for whatever white noise ambiance drifted in through the open windows. a nod came first and then matilde cleared her throat. “ you know him better than anyone, ” she prefaced, “ if you or simó want to dress up in a nurse costume, he’d accept the help. ” would he trust anyone apart from those who made up the appropriate acronym, a.s.s.? unlikely. “ who knows, it might make him stop groaning. ”

“and I don’t plan on knowing him any better.” He replied with a half laugh “I’ve changed the diapers of 4 whole people by the point in my life, Sergi can deal with an actual fucking nurse.” He pulled out his phone sending Simó a text “Half of it is probably just him complaining so he can get pity points. Either way if we get a Catalan he can’t complain to much.” He hummed slightly as he finished his text, putting the phone face down on the table. “How have you been thought?”

[vndrcs]

oh-hxfiz​:​

The world c l u n g to the silence of the slipping cover of night to welcome the sun. Hafiz preferred the silence; every stray sound struck her with an unnatural surge of fear.  Sleep evaded her much like her own sense of security. If wasn’t safe awake or in her dreams, why sleep at all? So, she busied herself with things to exhaust her mind. Hafiz’s grip on the pruning sheers tensed at the sound of Andrés deep baritone; thankfully it was familiar enough for her to swallow back scream that warmed on her tongue. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” she turned and tipped her head forward in greeting. “..is that that how the saying goes?” Despite the strain between their respective countries, she would always have a soft spot for him. “Shouldn’t you be snuggling in bed with Barbie? The war is over.” 

She looked off. Both too aware of her surrounding and like she was pretending not to be. It bothered him a little - to connect this person in front of him with the girl who had so confidently told him off the year prior. She looked even younger now. “Spoken like a new mother indeed. You’ll never sleep again.” he tried to joke with her. There was no use behind serious to her now. She likely had enough of that from most people. Or her own brain. He shrugged a little at the question. “My oldest says we’re very dangerous when we’re alone. Most kids ask for siblings. Ours came broken.” He looked around the garden for a second before he nodded “Come run with me, physical exhaustion it’s good for not thinking.”

[vndrcs]

kcliningrcd​:​

He shook his head. “Well, yes and no.” Nikolai ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve been trying to cut back and only indulge in the occasional cigar.” He shrugged before taking one. “But what the hell. After everything, smoking is the least of my worries. I take it you’ve been… okay?”

“everyone should smoke cigars.” he mumbled has he lit his cigarette. “It barely counts.” he passed the lighter over “I kit for years. After Leda was born. But if an aneurysm takes me out from the stress it might be worst.” He half joked. “no comments. I would ask but I don’t think anyone has a good answer to that question at this point. Polite conversation be damned for now”

[vndrcs]

vslvano​:

the house was stifling. there wasn’t anywhere to go to get away from the week they had had. to process what they had gone through. he went for a lot of walks, though he never made it far from the house before he had to go back so he could check that layla and nuray were still there. he should have told moncada to fuck off. their business was done, what did it matter now? hafiz was safe and that was all he cared about. but if the man was going to start it, aslan would happily finish it. “why should it when you clearly have none? are you really going to gloat over my sister’s captivity. she as an infant.” 

He couldn’t help the grin, the part of him that wanted a fight. The part that saw the Turk as the culmination of all the fuckers that had always looked at his as less. “If I was going to gloat Constantinople would be flying the Greek flag on the Hagia Sophia.” He took a step closer. He was way to old for this. In about an hour he would regret acting this much like a child - to inflated by his own need for ego to let it go. To not rub it in this pompus fucks face. The same face that had always been holier than tho despite being the one to start the conflict. “I was wondering when the shame would set in of having your infant niece used as barganing chip by a terrorist organization? It’s not the human life you’ve been using your own people as canon fodder for years.” His grin was meaner now, mocking. “And we both know if it was just your sister you would have not signed.” He wanted a reason to fight so bad “Barely did now.”