spanish fiction

ID #33946

Name: Eliza Tea
Age: 14
Country: Philippines


Hi! I’m Tea, Roman Catholic, born from the Pisces constellation (turned 14 last March 2017), and from the islands of the Philippines. I am very friendly, jolly, and really excited when talking to new people, although I get nervous when face to face. I’m getting over that shyness slowly though! 

First off, I am a HUGE bookworm. I am a fan of Harry Potter (JK Rowling), Rick Riordan’s books (PJO/HOO/MCGA/TKC/TOA), The Ascendance Trilogy and The Mark of the Thief Trilogy (J Nielsen), A Series of Unfortunate Events (L Snicket), Divergent (V Roth), and Zodiac (R Russell) to name a few. I love mythology/fiction/thriller books usually. If you become my pal, the first thing I might ask you is if you’ve read *insert books here* hahaha, but if you don’t know them, I don’t mind of course!

Next, I love to sing. I like to say I am good, and I’m growing out of my shyness and stage fright-and I can sing in front of people now! I love to sing to Dodie Clark, Tessa Violet, etc. But I also like bands, the usual, 1D/5SOS/TØP/FOB/P!ATD, but I absolutely love Adele, Lady Gaga, Melanie Martinez and more. OH AND MUSICALS! I really love Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, In The Heights, Jekyll and Hyde, 21CS, and Waitress. Ii also play the guitar, the recorder, and a little violin. By the way, I hope you’re up for little singing sessions and whatnot!

Lastly, I’m so sorry this is so long, I love space! Anything about the stars, the planets, anything out of this world, I am definitely interested in. I love Chemistry and Biology too! You could say I’m a nerd, and I love studying when I feel like it, but my best subject is English.

I’m currently learning Spanish and Italian (via Duolingo) and will take up French in school this coming school season. I can speak fluent English and Tagalog, and *very* basic Spanish and Italian.

Well, that’s all. I’m excited to talk to anyone willing to be friends with a 14-yo with a vast range of interest. I can do Gmail, Discord, or Skype! I would love snail mail but my school schedule would limit my time for handwriting instead of typing. I would prefer a guy Pal, since I grew up in an all-girls grade school and there aren’t really nice guys at my high school that I can talk to. But! If you’re female or part of the LGBTQ+ community, I am absolutely fine with that!

-between ages 13 to 20
-any gender! (a guy would be prefered though)
-any religion!
-loves music, books, and science
-willing to lend a shoulder to cry on
-willing to talk about anything random/interests/deep stuff
-willing to be friends with a silly singing 14-yo goofball like me!
-not racist, Islamophobic, etc. As long as you’re a nice and decent person, that’s fine with me :)

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ID #47184

Name: Lacey
Age: 21
Country: United States

I’m relatively shy, really into science fiction, still love cartoons, and learning languages. Currently i am learning French, German, and Spanish. I draw and paint. I’m legally blind, so apologies advance for any misunderstandings in communication. If you’re looking to brush up on your english I’d be delighted to help, especially if you’ll grant me the same opportunity to practice and learn as well. I love snail mail, there’s something so endearing about receiving a letter in the mail, and the customization options are limitless! I love listening to music that moves other people, so please feel free to share your favorite artists with me! 

Preferences: I have a slight preference for women, but I’d love someone to practice with/learn from regardless of their gender.

When You Are Close, I Am Gone
The Saddest Landscape & My Fictions
When You Are Close, I Am Gone

The Saddest Landscape & My Fictions - When You Are Close, I Am Gone

We are all scared. We are all stuck. Dreaming of better days that will never come.

We will always find new ways to let each other down. New ways to scare ourselves. So if this is what you hold onto I will protect it. We burn with friendly fire. 

bésame mucho

[For Madi and her anon question here, but I’m flipping the prompt a little and doing Stiles attempting to tutor Derek in Spanish. High school AU, scene inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You.]

Stiles scoots a little closer to Derek as they sit at the dining room table in the Hale family home. “Okay, so now we’re doing conjugation…” he says, trying to make sense of what all the different tenses are. This was a terrible idea, he can’t believe he told Derek Hale he could tutor him in Spanish when Stiles isn’t even taking Spanish. Stiles is even more surprised that hot, popular jock Derek agreed to the tutoring sessions. 

They’ve been working at it for weeks, and it’s been…well, it’s been worth it to sit next to Derek and smell his hair and joke with him about Mr. Harris’ attempt at a goatee. Derek actually nodded at him when they passed each other in the halls the other day, like they were actually friends.

Stiles stares at the list of verbs that are currently hurting his brain, and then Derek leans a little closer. His arm is on the back of Stiles’ chair, the warmth searing across Stiles’ back. Yeah, it’s so worth it.

Stiles muddles through the Spanish as best he can; he doesn’t know if Derek’s getting any better, though. 

“¿Cuándo vas a pedirme que sea tu novio?" Derek mutters next to him. 

"What was that?” Stiles looks up, and Derek is shaking his head. 

“Muy guapo e intelligente, pero terrible en los idiomas,” Derek says, the words flowing smoothly out of his mouth.

Stiles just gapes at him. “Okay, um I guess you’re getting the hang of it." 

Derek tilts his chin at that cocky angle that just does things to Stiles, like he’s contemplating something. He’s sitting impossibly close; Stiles can see every eyelash, every fleck of gold in his hazel eyes. 

"Bésame,” Derek says, caramel voice dropping to a whisper. 

Stiles’ heart pounds rapidly, he doesn’t know what that means, he has no idea what is going on, did Derek know Spanish all along? Is he making fun of him for his lame tutoring attempts—

Oh. This is a kiss. Stiles gasps a little in surprise, but then kisses back eagerly. Derek’s lips are soft and perfect, and Stiles sighs a little happily. 

“Idiota,” Derek says, fondly.

“Hey,” Stiles says. 

“I’m president of the Spanish club,” Derek says. “I can’t believe you honestly thought I needed tutoring. We could have been doing this for weeks." 

Stiles flushes with embarrassment. "I didn’t know that, okay? I never thought you’d be into me!" 

Derek shrugs. "I’ve been inviting you to my house afterschool so we could ‘study’ together, what do you think that means?”


Stiles grins cheekily. “Okay, then.” He points to his lips. “Más?" 


¿Cuándo vas a pedirme que sea tu novio? When are you going to ask me to be your boyfriend?

Muy guapo e intelligente, pero terrible en los idiomas. Very good looking and smart, but terrible at languages.

Bésame. Kiss me.

Idiota. Idiot.

Más. More.

Please welcome...wilanderson!

Short Profile:
Preferred Nickname: My name’s Willem, but Wil works too if you’re in a hurry
Country/Region: Puerto Rico
Languages: English and Spanish
Preferred Writing Type: Short stories mostly- I’m in the process of corralling ideas into an outline for a novel 
Preferred Genre(s) to Write: Fiction, mostly historical.
Preferred Genre(s) to Read: Literally anything I can get download for free online with an interesting title (shhhh)
Favorite Book(s) and Author(s): No favorite authors really, but books that will forever have a special place in my heart would have to be “Station Eleven” by Emily St. John Mandel, “A Little Life” by Hanya Yanagihara, The Ender’s Game saga by Orson Scott Card, James Baldwin’s essays, and “Stories of Your Life and Others” by Ted Chiang
Favorite Music Genre(s)/Artists(s): I have over 30 gigs of music on my phones. I’d say a solid 20-25 of that is musical theater cast albums. Make of that what you will.
Favorite Fandom(s): I’m not really a fandom person–jumped on here a bit too late for that–but if we have common interests I am very willing to listen to you express all your feels and might even join in.
   Movies: A lot of dramas, old classics, and documentaries about the many different sides of humanity we don’t often see.
   TV Shows: I quite literally have a manifesto of sorts of Shows to Watch Before I Kick the Bucket- any and all suggestions are welcome!
   Anime: N/A
   Comics: Golden-Age Batman is about as deep as I’m willing to dive down this particular rabbit-hole.
   Video Games: I currently don’t have access to a gaming console, but I love The Last of Us and Beyond: Two Souls, so anything in that vein will definitely pique my interest.
Hobbies/interests other than writing: A lot of Tumblr scrolling, online window shopping, and amateur photography.

Extended Profile:
Personality If Pinocchio were a 20-year-old Latino 
Zodiac Sign: Virgo
—Does it match your personality? According to Wikipedia, very much so.
MBTI Type: Apparently ISTJ
—Does it match your personality well? Again, according to Wikipedia, extremely well.
Introvert or Extrovert? Ambivert

Writing Habits Having an idea for a scene and having that turn into half a novel squeezed onto a 3x5 notecard, then promptly misplacing said notecard.
Number/Names of WIPs: 2 at the moment, a short story I’m working on for a literary magazine entry, and the vaguest of outlines for a novel.
Favorite book about writing: “On Writing” by Stephen King. 
Planner, Pantser or Plantser? Definite Pantser, but working on being more structured.
Favorite Outlining Method: Notecards. Lots and lots of notecards.
Do you write on a schedule or sporadically? Currently trying to make myself get off Tumblr and write daily, even if only a couple of hundred words a day.
Any creativity rituals that you use: Blood sacrifice? If not, my favorite chair at the Starbucks next town over seems to do the trick. 

Your Writing Community
Current writing/creative communities you participate in: 
NaNoWriMo Community Name (if applicable): N/A
Wattpad Community Name (if applicable): N/A or AO3 Community Name (if applicable): N/A
DeviantArt Community Name (if applicable): N/A
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The king of Rubial: Capítulo 47 - Problemas poco agradables

Explain it to me. How are you that lucky?

Language: Spanish.

Pairing: Raios X Shadow.

Chapter 46 here.

First chapter here.

English version here.

Some characters belong to Hiro Mashima and some belong to me. Enjoy!


Tres días más tarde, Raios y Shadow se encontraron con problemas. Problemas muy poco agradables.

- ¡Joven! ¡Ese huevo que lleva en sus manos! ¿Sabe lo que es? - preguntó una anciana que tenía una gran joroba en la espalda y caminaba con un bastón -. Es un huevo mágico. Tiene poderes ancestrales. Debería vendérmelo. Le daría un buen uso.

Shadow se apartó, protegiendo el huevo. Estaba asustado y preocupado por su pequeño. Raios se puso a la defensiva disimuladamente.

- Sí, es un huevo de Exceed, un gato volador - siguió la anciana -. Se pueden hacer muchos tipos de medicinas y pociones con ellos. Llevaba tiempo sin ver uno… Pero este es más especial que el resto. Está maldito, lo cual lo hace mucho más valioso. Pueden hacerse muchas más cosas con él, especialmente si lo despellejas una vez ha nacido.

En ese momento, Raios cogió a Shadow por el hombro y le empujó hacia él, protegiédole.

- Oh, ya veo… ¡Tú eres el Exceed maldito! - dedujo la anciana -. ¿No quiere vendérmelos, joven? Haría un gran negocio.

- No están en venta - le dijo Raios, notoriamente enfadado.

- ¿Por qué no? No le son útiles para nada… No me diga… Usted es el padre del huevo, ¿Verdad?

Raios rugió, mostrando una media metamorfosis a dragón, protegiendo a Shadow con sus garras.

- Ya entiendo… - dijo la anciana -. No tendré otra opción que cazaros a los tres. Un dragón también me vendrá bien para pociones.

La anciana sacó un cuchillo. Raios puso a Shadow detrás de sí. Sin pensárselo dos veces, Shadow se subió a la espalda de su esposo.

- Toque un solo pelo a mi familia y será lo último que haga. Me da igual que sea una anciana, he esperado demasiado para esto. No pienso dejar que les haga daño.

- ¿De verdad va a matar a una pobre anciana?

- Sólo si es absolutamente necesario.

Todo el pueblo les estaba mirando. Algunos llevaban antorchas y otras herramientas. Shadow se dio cuenta de eso, así que cogió a Raios y le convirtió en una sombra junto con él. Eso les permitió huir de ese pueblo, pero no de la anciana. Esa anciana era una bruja de un aquelarre, que les persiguió durante días con sus compañeras. Ni siquiera podían pararse a dormir. Era peligroso. Las brujas siempre les estaban buscando.

- Ya no puedo aguantarlo - dijo Shadow, un mes más tarde -. Esas brujas no dejan de perseguirnos. Todo esto es culpa mía…

- No, nunca es culpa tuya, Shadow - le contestó Raios -. Lo que ellas no saben es que no soy un verdadero dragón, sólo un Slayer.

- No lo saben… Raios, desnúdate.

- ¿Para qué?

- Tú hazlo.

Raios se desnudó, como Shadow le había pedido. Shadow le hizo sentarse en el suelo y se sentó detrás de él, acariciándole las cicatrices. Especialmente las que Raziel había creado al volver a unir todas las partes del cuerpo de Raios 300 años antes.

- ¿Qué haces?

- Tú sígueme el juego.

Shadow estuvo todo el tiempo vigilando dónde estaban las brujas, al mismo tiempo que acariciaba las cicatrices de su esposo.

- Parece que los implantes que te hiciste van bien - dijo Shadow cuando supo que las brujas podían escucharles.

- No lo suficiente - le contestó Raios, siguiéndole el juego -. Ya lo viste. Aún no soy un dragón.

- Lo sé, querido. A pesar de que te implantaste diversas partes junto con su sangre, tu cuerpo aún no se ha transformado por completo.

- ¿Crees que debería hacer más cambios? El cirujano que lo hizo aún tiene partes de dragón.

- Primero que tu cuerpo se adapte a estas. Después, ya veremos.

- ¿Qué hay de tu operación de cambio de sexo, gatita?

- Quedamos en que no volverías a llamarme gatita después de la operación.

- Aún no me he acostumbrado a ello.

- Aún sigues siendo humano para mí. Aunque hayas modificado tu cuerpo para convertirte en dragón.

- Dejaré de serlo cuando esto haya terminado.

- Aún así, para mí siempre serás humano.

Cuánto más avanzaba la conversación, más se alejaban las brujas. No les interesaba nada un humano intentando transformarse en dragón o un Exceed que había cambiado de sexo. Eso no era lo que ellas buscaban, así que se fueron sin acercarse a ellos.

- Se han ido - anunció Shadow.

- Bien, un problema menos. ¿Cómo está nuestro pequeño?

- Creciendo lentamente. Se nota muy poco, pero es más grande.

- Me alegro. ¿Nos vamos?

Shadow asintió. Raios se vistió y ambos siguieron su camino. Ahora que se habían quitado a las brujas de encima, iban a estar tranquilos con su pequeño.

- ¿Se encontraron con esas locas del aquelarre? - les preguntó un camarero en un bar.

- Sí. Estuvieron persiguiéndonos un mes. ¿Por qué? - le contestó Raios.

- Pertenecen a algún tipo de secta mágica. Buscan seres que nunca han existido, como dragones o gatos voladores.

- Que curioso. Nos persiguieron precisamente por eso. Creían que yo era un dragón y mi esposo un gato volador. Y que el huevo que transportamos es de gato volador.

- ¿Cómo obtuvo su esposo esas orejas de gato?

- Un incidente con una maldición cuando era niño. No sabemos cómo quitarla. Aunque tampoco quiere. Dice que ya se ha acostumbrado a ello.

- Espero que no vuelvan a encontrarse con ellas.

- Nosotros también.

- ¿Y de qué es el huevo?

- De un pájaro. Pero no sabemos de qué tipo. Lo descubriremos cuando se abra.

- Mucha suerte con él.

- Gracias.

Shadow no dijo nada en todo el rato que Raios estuvo hablando con el camarero. Estaba observando el huevo negro, que siempre estaba cerca de él.

- ¿Cómo va tu complejo de madre? - le preguntó Raios cuando el camarero se fue. Shadow le miró con una sonrisa.

- Ya no es complejo - le contestó Shadow -. Está aquí, entre mis brazos.

- Lo sé. Aún queda un tiempo para que nazca.

- Pero ya está con nosotros.

Raios acarició la mejilla de Shadow, que enseguida le miró. A pesar de haber pasado un mes, ninguno de los dos podía creerse completamente que realmente estuvieran tan cerca de tener un hijo propio. Aún no tenían muy claro cómo sentirse. Aún estaban sorprendidos y abrumados por ello, pero también eran felices. Después de comer, salieron del restaurante y siguieron su camino.


:) This is for my class of Production of audiovisual narratives. My class it’s in Spanish so you’ll hear a little fiction in Spanish.

Btw, this talks about Pomona, a little potato that is living nowadays but she still remembers when she was needed by men, in times of war, as a source of vitamins and proteins. Now Pomona sees how her life has changed so much and is reduced to potato’s purée.

Master post of my writings


- Raziel Dragneel AU

   - Born as a half demon (Not yet published)

   - The king of Rubial (Spanish / English)

   - The story you will never know (English)

   - After War Stories (Spanish / English)

- Chapter short stories

- Fairy Tail Oneshots (All languages)

- Zervis twins adventures

- End of the Apocalypsis AU

  - The beggining

- Zervis Week (2016)

- All fan fiction I wrote with Larcade

- Acnologia escapes from the time lapse series (+ link to AO3)



- Better final (Spanish / English)

- 17 years after the 1000 years war

I’ll probably do more things in the future about my AU



ALL FAN FICTION MIXED (Spanish / English)






I prepared it for the future, because I will use this as mobile links.

  • my real life crushes: perfect gentlemen, always holds the door open, spoils me with gifts, gives me lots of compliments, has a secret voice-activated DORK MODE (✿◠‿◠)