Apparently my muse decided it wanted to write all about Princess Theresa and her backstory tonight. So this happened. idk if this is any good or where it came from but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Theresa has six sisters. Theresa has six sisters, and she is the oldest. She watched all of them come into this world, from babies to toddlers to little girls that clung to her hand as they stood behind their parents. Theresa has six sisters and she is the oldest and she knew from an early age that she had things she would need to teach them all in turn.

Theresa has six sisters and she is the oldest, but one day a brother arrived and he became king. All of a few minutes old and the country was his to rule. Theresa loves him dearly, but honestly.


When Theresa was still a teenager, the movie The Princess Diaries came out. It was a cute film about an ordinary girl finding out she was royalty. Theresa liked it. Three years later, Theresa was no longer a teenager and the sequel had come out. She watched Princess Mia step up and stand before centuries of tradition and say ‘no’. No, I don’t need a man to rule. No, a queen can rule just fine, thanks. Theresa watched Princess Mia become Queen and couldn’t quite help the twinge of envy.


When Theresa was a young girl, her parents taught her all sorts of things, both actively and not. Her mother taught her etiquette, guidelines, rules and regulations about people, but also stories, strength, cleverness. Her father taught her diplomacy and politics and finances, history and what ruling over people meant, but also compassion and gentleness and wisdom. And from watching them she learned about putting on a front, about elegance and poise, and how to straighten her spine and charm people she didn’t particularly like. Theresa listened and watched and learned.


Once her sisters were born, Theresa always made sure to arm them with the knowledge she had gained. Her parents were busy now, with many children and work to do, and the laugh lines around her father’s eyes were now competing with the lines of stress. Sister after sister came, and while her mother and father did not love them any less, they wanted an heir as well. Women were not as valuable, not as capable, not as important. Women could not be queen (some days Theresa remembered Princess Mia and her smile would tighten). Theresa knew that as the oldest, but she knew so much more. Buried in her gut and whispered in the privacy of bedrooms, she taught her sisters how to thrive.

This is (some of) what she knew:

  • The cooks in the kitchen will always give you sweets if you ask nicely.
  • There’s a secret reading nook in the library where no one will find you.
  • The flowers in the gardens are great for telling secrets to.
  • The world can tell you you are not important, and the world will always be wrong.
  • Just because we are princesses, doesn’t mean we can’t be dragons.

Theresa was the oldest. There was weight in that distinction, and she bore it gladly on her shoulders. She had a duty to her sisters, to prepare them and care for them and teach them. Observe. Absorb. Be smart, be brave, be strong. They looked up at her with wide and eager eyes, faces small and round, and she loved every one of them, but their life was demanding. One by one, Theresa led them into it, striding forward as they followed in her wake, until they could be just like her. They present as a united front, a joined force, a single family unit, though Theresa tries to encourage their different interests and dreams, be it science or the arts or in her fifth sister’s case, fencing. (Theresa had dreamed once, of flying, but with each sister the dream got further away. She wants more for them than she had. She still occasionally casts longing looks at a passing jet, but she has no regrets.) Armed with makeup and clothing, shoes and jewelry, they let the world see what they wanted, what they expected and hid anything else away, quietly growing into young women with steel in their cores. Their mother taught them how to talk, to walk, to sit and act and smile. Theresa taught them to how to listen and learn.

When their brother came along and was crowned king, they simply smiled and stood behind him, just like they were supposed to. But he was just a child, young and naive, with shoulders that could not yet carry the weight of a country. Perhaps Liechtenstein wasn’t all that significant in the world, but a kingdom was a kingdom, and he was only a child, draped in a title too big for him and surrounded by a world that could very well eat him alive. But his seven sisters stood behind him, his sisters who had learned and listened and grown. Princesses yes, but also dragons wrapped in dresses and heels and smiles, who had turned themselves fierce so their baby brother didn’t have to. Theresa and her sisters watched their brother play and run and laugh, careless and free, and felt a sense of satisfaction.


ummm… Cabin Pressure makeout scene whuuut?! I was doing a warm-up sketch like I usually do before art-ing, and this just came out and I had to just finish it in all it’s glory and lensflare and cheesy lighting and lazy drawing!    Anywhooo this is Martin and the Princess! Maybe they went and Martin was just gonna show her how and she just climbed on his lap and yeah… someone needs to write this for me NOWZ! lol just kidding… no really write it!?
Agra - All_I_need - Cabin Pressure [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

I realised I completely neglected to mention that this is now online. Behold, my first Cabin Pressure fanfiction! You can blame @thescreechowl for this one - this is what happens when I lose a bet with her. Sorry it took me three years to complete this thing!

Summary: Douglas can’t find his tie. Arthur can’t find his surprising rice. Carolyn can’t find one of her pilots. Can Martin and Theresa at least find their way to the Taj Mahal and navigate the king of Sweden’s birthday party without everything ending in a catastrophe? Let’s find out.

Fandot Creativty Night: Wind/Adore

It was the wind rattling on the windows that first woke them.  Over the sound of the storm outside they could both hear the faint sound.

“It’s all right.  I’ll get it this time.”

The floor was freezing underfoot.  

Note to self.  Buy slippers.

He padded quietly down the hall, trying not to feel jealous as Theresa turned over with a sleepy murmur and burrowed back under the covers.


But fair was fair.  It was definitely his turn.

Kitchen first or…

The decision was made for him as the whimper grew into an unhappy wail which, he knew from experience, could easily turn into a brain-shredding shriek.

“Hush, hush!  It’s OK! I’m here.”

Huge dark eyes fixed on him reproachfully and little arms flailed in his general direction as he crossed the nursery in two strides to scoop the baby up.  He just managed to avoid hitting her head on the planes dangling from her mobile, earning an angry growl.  He bounced her hastily.

“Right.  Right. The kitchen.  Are you hungry?”

The baby glowered back at him.  Somehow, despite all the laws of biology, she’d managed to inherit Auntie Carolyn’s patented Death Glare and seemed to know it.  Despite himself, Martin could feel himself beginning to sweat.

“Kitchen.  Kitchen. Right.”

He almost jogged down the stairs and sloshed water everywhere as he filled the kettle and set it to boiling.  Fortunately, he managed to bite back the curses.  Theresa would not have approved.  Neither did Erika, judging by her increasingly loud growling wails.

Nudging her higher up his shoulder he hummed and bounced her with quiet desperation, even as he prepared the bottle and formula with his other hand.

Finally, the kettle whistled and the bottle was filled and cooling in the sink as they paced the kitchen.  The wind was still howling outside, and Erika seemed determined to give it a run for its money.  Her little face was screwed up in fury as she opened her mouth to really let rip.

“Come fly with me.  Let’s fly, let’s fly away!”

The baby paused, staring at him in wonder.  Encouraged, he launched into the next line and the next.  She was smiling by the verse, and by the time he reached the second chorus they were shuffling around the kitchen in an awkward waltz.

Erika was gurgling happily, though, and the tension was melting away as he smiled.

“Goodness!  What’s this?”

It was Theresa, wrapped in a dressing gown and smiling sleepily at them both.

“Oh!  What are you doing up?  It’s my turn. You should be asleep!”

She shrugged and moved to join them, winding her arms around his waist.

“Well, I was trying.  But then I heard Frank Sinatra singing downstairs in my house.  So I had to come and see.”

He blushed.  It surely clashed horribly with his hair.

“Oh… well… Do you really think I sound like Frank Sinatra?”  

And there it was.  Together for almost eight years, and he still sounded ridiculously shy.

But she only smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

“Even better.”

Of course, Erika chose that exact moment to start fussing again.  Their little Princess had to live up to her title, after all.

The milk had cooled and a sleepy baby was soon fed and resting against his shoulder as he patted her back gently.  She huffed and snuffled ticklishly but otherwise didn’t complain. Or burp.  He patted her back a little harder, letting his head fall back as he leaned against the counter.

God, he was tired.

Theresa joined him, leaning her head on his shoulder.  She was breathing slowly, just as tired as him.

A smile tugged the corner of his lip.

It was 3am.  He had work tomorrow.  

But he also had two beautiful ladies in his arms.  He didn’t get this lucky.  It was almost enough to make him paranoid, like winning a bet against Douglas.

Erika hiccupped, and Martin felt sticky wetness spread down his back.  

And there it was.  


But still strangely perfect.

Drabble Set 2

5. Can we shoot them?

Another day, another boring stuffy ball. Theresa sighed.

Being a princess had its advantages, but honestly, she would kill to be able to go running around outside, getting dirty and playing pretend. Sometimes, she really didn’t want to be the princess, especially when both the dragon and the knight sounded way more fun to her. But she was seventeen, and she had her duties and expectations to meet.

“Can we shoot them, please?”

Her youngest sister asked quietly, eyeing a couple of older men distastefully, who had been alternating between sneering inappropriately at Theresa and speaking down to her sisters all night. There was a mutter of agreement from the other girls, and Theresa grinned.

She may have had her duties and expectations, but at least she had her sisters.


“Are you sure nobody’s around? I’ve got this awful feeling someone’s watching us.”

“That’s just the security cameras, we’re fine.”

“The- what?! But we- oh, god. Douglas is going to put it on Youtube.”

“Martin, relax. The security cameras are in the main hall, making sure Maxie and Arthur don’t eat the wax apples again.”

After Theresa and Martin are married, they decide almost immediately that they want to have children. And it doesn’t take long for their fellow party guests to start taking bets on when the two of them will sneak away from the festivities to have their own kind of fun.

(Yes, I did spend nearly an hour researching the official sash colours and medals that the royal family of Liechtenstein wear to formal events)


ladies from history: theresa cabarrus, princess/salon keeper (1773 - 1835)
likes: bathing in crushed strawberries and perfumed milk, pink and violet wigs MADE FROM THE HAIR OF GUILLOTINE VICTIMS, going commando at the paris opera, ruby headbands and diamond anklets, attending masquerade balls while dressed in leopard skin, offending napoleon.
dislikes: cowards. when she was imprisoned during the revolution, she sent a dagger and a letter to her lover, jean-lambert tallien. the message taunted him for not having the bravery to rescue her: “i die in despair at having belonged to a coward like you.” GUESS WHO WAS SAVED FROM THE GUILLOTINE AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND? theresa!

If Jem dies, I cannot be with Tessa,” said Will. “Because it will be as if I were waiting for him to die, or took some joy in his death, if it let me have her. And I will not be that person. I will not profit from his death. So he must live.” He lowered his arm, his sleeve bloody. “It is the only way any of this can ever mean anything. Otherwise it is only —”

“Pointless, needless suffering and pain? I don’t suppose it would help if I told you that was the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away,” Magnus said.

“I want more than that,” said Will. “You made me want more than that. You showed me I was only ever cursed because I had chosen to believe myself so. You told me there was possibility, meaning. And now you would turn your back on what you created.

—  Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

Uncle Dlake (Drake)

Its been five years..
Its been five years since the last time he was here, at Cordonia. The last time he was here it was Liam and Riley’s wedding, followed by a grand celebration. The day after, he left to find his sister and then to try to move on, although he didn’t mentioned the latter when he bid his farewell to Liam and Riley.

He was greeted by a maid as soon as he enters. “Ah! Drake! Its so good to see you!” he turns and sees Bertrand coming his way “how long has it been?”
“Five years..” he smile and shakeBertrand’s hand and hug him. He wouldn’t have taught that he and Bertrand would get along this well few years ago but then he guess this is one of the special gifts of Riley, bringing people together.

“Looks like House Beaumont is back on its former glory” Drake said as he looks around at his surrounding.

“Thank You..its a little hard from the beginning but then Maxwell is here to always help me”

“Really?..” Drake arched his eyebrow to Bertrand not believing he just said that.

“Oh don’t look at me like that! He still screw things up but then he always manages to fix it..” Both of them laughed.

“Well, I guess you would want to see Maxwell, he’s upstairs, I have an appointment to attend to, I trust you know the way around the house? ” said Bertrand as he head towards the door.

Drake nods “Yeah, thanks”

“Oh by the way Drake..” Drake stops midway ..“beware of the little dinausor..”


“Nothing..” as that Bertrand leaves with a wave of his hand.

As Drake heads to Maxwell’s room, he hears a scream and hurried footsteps and then suddenly he feels like something bumps into him. When he looks down all he sees is something…. green. What the hell? He thinks to himself and then this green looks up to him with sparkling dark eyes , it was like looking at the stars at night. For a moment they look at each other. This child, she looks familiar he told himself.
“Ahh..ow ow..” the child said as she brings her hands around her head faking a look of hurt.
Drake raised his one eyebrow and said “Your the one who bumps into me..”
The child drops her hand and stare at him again Drake smirks at the child , cheeky

He was pulled out from his taughts when he hears the familiar voice of Maxwell
“Tessa…Im going to get you! ROOAAR!” at this the child squeak and runs behind him, his little hands clutching his legs. Suddenly Maxwell came out from a room with a dinausaur masked on him. “ROOAARR”. The child squeak again and tries to hide from Maxwell using his legs.

“ROOAAA….Drake is that you?” Maxwell suddenly stops as he recognized Drake. Drake smiles at his old friend.

“Oh My God! Drake!” Maxwell rips his mask and hugs him tightly.

“Yeah yeah I miss you too..” Drake said as he taps Maxwell shoulders..“I cant breathe you know..” but Maxwell didn’t stop and instead hug him tighter “forget you were a hugger” Drake murmurs.
“Sorry…Im just surprised..You never told me you were coming back..” Maxwell finally lets go.

“Yeah if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise” he smirks at his friend.

“Still never change Drake” Maxwell laughs.

Suddenly they here a “Hmmp!” and they looked down ,the child was pouting at them arms crossed.

“Oh. I forgot, Drake.. May I introduced you..”
Maxwell suddenly bows, a mocked of curtsy..Princess Theresa Marie Rys” at that Drake look at the child again. Now he knows why this child looks familiar. She has Liam’s eyes and not just eyes even her lips and the same color of hair, this child is beautiful. He drops to his one knee as he tries a better look on the child. She has an innocent face just like Liam when they were little. He’s been looking intently at the child he didn’t even noticed that his other hand was already carresing her rosy cheeks.

The child looks at Maxwell for approval who nods and said “Dont worry Tessa he’s not a stranger. He’s Uncle Drake, your Dad’s bestfriend” at that the child turns again to Drake and smiles.
It was the sweetes smile Drake had ever seen and he can’t help himself to smile back . He heard that Liam and Riley was expecting a child few years ago but he didn’t really taught about it that much as he was trying to move on and he tries his best to avoid any news from Cordonia.

“Hello Uncle Dlake..” the child smiles at him.

Maxwell chuckles “sorry she’s been having a hard time with pronouncing R”

Drake chuckles back “that’s alright..”
“Nice to meet you Theresa Marie..” he smiles back at the child and offers his hand
The child didnt take his hand instead she curtsies at him and said “Please call me Tessa”

He was impressed at how well this child introduced herself. You truly are Liam’s child he said to himself. He looks at child once more and noticed she was wearing a onesies with a tail hanging at its back.
“And what are you supposed to be young lady?” he asked as he take a better look at the tail. The child grins at him and take back her hood to her head. Now that he has a better look at it. There were ears and eyes attached to the hood so when she wears it she looks like some kind of animal.

She said “Im a dinasaur! ROAR!” as she stomped her one feet to the floor with her hands raised like claws. Drake laughs at that and said “Oh no..Im scared..” The child threw her arms at him and Drake hugs her back.

Drake spent all his afternoon playing with Tessa and catching up with Maxwell. Drake learns that Maxwell and Hana are now engaged. Olivia now married to a noble man from Spain and now expecting her first child. The other noble ladies from the competition still friends with Riley except of course Madeleine who were banished from Cordonia.New Laws that where implemented by Liam and the orphanage and scholarship foundation that Riley was running.

“Wow..alot had changed” Drake said as he sip his coffee. They were hanging at the garden with Tessa close by playing around.

“Yeah I knew what you mean..but alot is for the better” Drake looks at his friend. He really did grow up from all of his crazy antics.

“Touche!, I mean who would have taught….You and Hana?” Drake teases Maxwell who blushes a little.

“When..?” He asks his friend who shifts from his chair awkwardly
“What do you mean when?”

“Oh come on..when did you start liking her..”

“I dont know…maybe at Liam and Riley’s wedding ? Or at Liam’s coronation night? I dont know..”

“Or maybe even before that..” he teases again. This time Maxwell’s full face becomes red and he awkwardly touches his ear who at the moment as red as his face. Drake laughs at his friend.
“Look at you being in love and all…”
Maxwell smiles “Yeah, I taught I would spend all my life partying until Im too old to even do it.”
Drake smiles at his friend. He was happy for him. He looks happy with Hana.
Suddenly both of them hear someone tiptoeing and Maxwell nods at him. Drake caught the little hand that was getting a piece of cookie from their table and saw Tessa.

“AHA! Look at you, you little cheeky dinausaur..”
Tessa looks at Drake with her doe eyes and pouty lips. Her eyes sparkling begging at Drake.

“…Uncle..Dlake..?” Drake almost fall for her tricks when Maxwell intervene “..Tessa you already have five..Your mom said not too much sweet remember?” but Tessa doesn’t waver instead she looks again to Drake who still holding her hand “..pleeaassee..”
Drake laughs at her “Okay..okay you got me” and he lets go Tessa’s hand. She grins at Drake “Thanks Uncle Dlake..youre the besssttt” “Hey! you said Im your favorite Uncle!” Maxwell accusses “Yeah, Your my favorite and Uncle Dlake is the best!” Tessa stated as a matter of factly . He grins at Drake and took the cookie quickly and runs back to the garden.
“Now you know her true colors” Maxwell laughs
Drake laughs back “The first time I saw her, I taught she looks like a replica of Liam but then when I see those mischevious eyes, I know she’s more like Riley..” Drake stated. She looks exactly like Riley when she is planning something mischevious like when the time they sneak out of the palace to eat cronuts.

“Tell me about it..” Maxwell laughs again.