#And so I decided to play Sunset Island | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

goldenstring6123 · 4 months ago

Text

Lnds: The boys as parents

Warning: Long post ahead! 3.7K words in total! reader is MC! f!reader, AFAB!reader, implied abortion

Author's note: I went a little too overboard and specific with this one... IDK if you guys will like it. Might make a part 2/Individual fics it this post does well!

Zayne as a father:

He became a parent to 2 kids, both adopted. The eldest is a boy, and the youngest is a girl.

After a life-threatening complication when you were pregnant (it involved the problem in your heart, you and your husband decided to adopt instead. The first was a 4-year-old boy and, later on, a 2-year-old girl from an island near Linkon City.

Zayne works hard as a chief surgeon; even then, the pay at AKSO Hospital is no joke. Despite preparing more than enough money to live comfortably with a child, something within him fueled his desire to do better: before you got married, he worked hard to become a part of the Hospital's board of directors. This allowed him to control his time more and spend fewer hours working.

When you and Zayne adopted your first boy, a 4-year-old named Elias, you met him as a quiet little boy which you found working hard to try and read an outdated newspaper on the island. A few months later, you discovered your now-son's interests in academics and learning. Zayne was pleasantly surprised to see his little boy eager to learn about things outside of the island, so much so that the chief surgeon almost immediately registered him to enter formal schooling.

Most people would assume that, like himself, he expected his son to achieve great things in school, but on some school nights, before bedtime, Zayne would talk to your son. "You're doing well in school, Elias. But don't forget to have fun." You thought Zayne would never really have time to visit your son's plays and school activities. Still, much to your surprise, he was there for most of it, especially in events where your son is involved. It was such a comedic sight watching your husband hold a noncellular camera.

Being a part of the hospital board of directors meant long and lengthy meetings, so there were times when he still had to work late and leave beyond working hours. Sometimes, you let your son stay up and accompany you to pick up your husband. Of course, that's also to buy a hotpot for a midnight snack on the way. There were also times when you and your son would fall asleep on the couch waiting for him. He quickly picks you up and places you on his bed, tucking you and himself five minutes later. The next thing you know, it's morning, and the smell of waffles is wafting in the air.

He wasn't outwardly affectionate, but it's more than evident that he loves his son. He praises him to his colleagues (unknowingly), and he gives him gifts, and the cost doesn't matter. But sometimes, he shows love to his child through words, Complimenting his son's actions and skills.

He rarely scolds his son as he's the less strict parent. Your dynamic is the type where if you don't allow your son to go do something, he'll call his dad for backup. You almost always give in. Zayne never really puts his hand on his son. Instead, he opts for a more, face-the-consequence-of-your-actions type of dad. He lets his son be and ensures Elias learns that there are things he can't and shouldn't do. On more bad days, when your son is extremely hard-headed, Zayne will tell him what to do.

A few years later, despite many ups and downs, both of you decided to adopt from the same island again. It was a year-old infant named Penelope who was handed to the orphanage due to the death of her mother.

Between the two of you, Zayne was the one who fell in love first. He never expected to be a girl dad, and he didn't think too much of it until he saw her in your arms. The first thing she did was grab his finger and giggle, looking so beautiful against the island's sunset.

When she grew a bit older, Zayne became fond of how she began to resemble you in terms of actions and personality. She was undoubtedly the type of kid to make a fuss about the little things and act cunningly to get her way and, at the same time, not cry over the things that made her sad or hurt her.

She was often seen with you and clinging to you if not Elias. With her, things were an unspoken competition between Elias and Zayne. He was her first in many things: first dance, first time riding a bike, and first parent to be called by her, except for the first kiss. Her first kiss was given to his older brother, and it was on the forehead. Zayne sulked for the rest of the day while your son held that against him, stating that his little sister loves him more than his dad.

Despite this, Zayne and Elias developed another thing, an unspoken urge to protect the little girl. It may not seem like it, but Elias always focuses on Penelope, ensuring she's doing alright in school and having fun. Zayne sometimes sneaks into the daycare to peek at her daughter's condition. On Zayne's day off, Elias would tell stories about what Penelope does on a day-to-day basis. Thanks to his son, he was well-versed in her daughter's life events despite working a lot in the Hospital.

Xavier as a father:

Xavier is a father to one male child.

It was an unplanned pregnancy, which you only realized when you had your Quarterly checkup at headquarters. The doctor ruled you unfit to work on the field because you were carrying a month-old baby. You gagged at the news, and on the same day, you told Xavier. He just stared at you and turned red.

Xavier was…enthusiastic(?) with your pregnancy. Despite being the type not to really change when you were pregnant, he was always on guard and on your beck and call, buying out whatever cravings you had, even at midnight or on a rainy day (He was the one having cravings; You settled with whatever food you had in the house.)

While you were at home resting with him, you observed his behavior change. He was more silent than usual, looking out of the window; when you asked, he told you that his having a child felt like a fever dream. Xavier was unprepared to be a father but willing to learn. His trove of light novels and comic books slowly began to be invaded by parent magazines and guidebooks on caring for an infant. If he has some day off, he will be by your side to help you do stuff around the house or attend parenting classes behind your back.

When you gave birth, even through the amniotic fluid and white stuff covering the child, you could easily see that he was a pure carbon copy of Xavier. There was no part of the little baby that resembled you at all. Both in physical appearance and in attitude. Xavier cried tears of joy upon seeing your child born, albeit he never showed anyone his crying face. You know he did because his eyes and nose were puffier than usual.

The baby was quiet; it coos, plays with its saliva, and asks for a lot of milk, but I rarely cry. The only time it cries is if a loud sound is disturbing it from sleeping. And even when he cries, gently tapping and lulling him within five minutes will stop the little guy from crying.

The baby was attached to him. The baby would unknowingly leer towards him whenever he was around, asking to be picked up, to which Xavier would happily do so. He was a sleepy child and liked to nap even in broad daylight. He was easily fed and didn't put up much of a fight, even in his older years.

At the age of three, it was the beginning period where his little meek personality began to change. The kid was adventurous and the curious type. He was often found in his own world observing the little things in life, like a trail of ants or a kitten atop a tree branch, yet it seemed like he was curious to learn more things. He liked to observe from up close, which is why he was often seen on tiptoes trying to look over a lot of stuff or squatting down to observe the smaller insects on the ground.

To help him foster his talents and strengths, Xavier brings him to the headquarters once a week to let him run around and train. You were against it initially, but seeing your little boy imitate his father with clumsy focus made your heart swoon. A few years later. The kid was in school; Xavier was the one who attended the boy's school activities as you had to work most of the time, leading a team of your own.

He was doing well compared to the average students in school. Still, the teacher complained that the little boy kept sleeping in class, often getting him scolded and demerit. Xavier scratched his head and apologized, saying the little boy must've been exhausted after midnight play-dates with him.

Xavier keeps physical albums in his home, one for the family, one for you and him, and one dedicated to your child's life. Much to your surprise, he was more hands-on with his child than you might expect. Xavier never lets you carry your son for too long; he's afraid that you would collapse from exhaustion. He'd also be the one to put him to sleep, almost always falling asleep with his own son.

He's not the type to gift his child physical things (he still does occasionally). He would prefer to take you guys out to different locations, like a new arcade, a new park, or a place where your son could explore freely and safely. Xavier adores his child and keeps a photo of him on his lock screen. On his desk is a family picture of you and him that you take every year.

Xavier was the favorite parent when the little boy grew up because he was calmer, more collected, and the cooler one between you two. It's not that you weren't, but you know how boys are. Xavier tells his son many stories that he passes off as "fairytales" when, in reality, it was actually his real adventures in the decades he has lived and worked. But his favorite ones were when he and you fought against the wanderers side to side.

Needless to say, Xavier was a role model and a doting father. Because his appearance never really changed, at some point in the far future, he would be mistaken as the little boy's twin brother instead. It became a running joke in your family, so much so that out of pity, your son decided to dye his hair a different color to make him distinguishable.

Xavier and your son continued to have a boss and subordinate relationship in the hunter's association, which a lot of people really admired. On the other hand, you ran the bigger team and were on the field most of the time. Memories of regular days are filled with seeing each other in the medical Bay, on the field, or in a restaurant after a long fight on the field.

Rafayel as a father:

Father to two girls.

Rafayel's baby was not planned. In fact, he never believed you were pregnant until he saw signs of your body changing, especially the morning sickness and cravings. It's not that he didn't want to be a father, but it was simply too sudden for him, and he couldn't absorb it well.

He went a little overboard in preparation, hoarding many little clothes that your child would definitely outgrow. He brags about your pregnancy to many people, saying he's excited to be a father and always wanted a family of his own. People congratulate you a lot, even if you don't know who they are. On random days, you keep getting mail for some reason, and it's oversized packages: bassinets, branded feeding bottles, bottle steamers, and a box full of infant diapers. Safe to say, you really didn't need to buy a lot of things for your little passenger.

Unlike you, who was pretty lenient in designing the bedroom for your daughter, he was nit-picky as hell. The interior designer and suppliers had a hard time dealing with your husband, and you could only apologize secretly on his behalf. Nonetheless, the room turned out to be more beautiful than you expected.

When the baby arrived, he was crying, but he denied it. Yet everyone in the room could see him cry like a diva. Everyone wanted to see the baby, and so did your friends. Still, to your surprise, Rafayel refrained from letting anyone visit you for fear of the infant contracting any diseases from the visitors.

You decided to name her Anastasia. He was undeniably meant to be a girl dad. There was no day in the week when the little baby was dressed poorly. She would always wear on-brand clothes; even simple pajamas cost more than they should. He bought her dolls, stuffed toys, and those big dollhouses collectors buy.

When the little baby girl grew up and began to attend school, Rafayel would always ask for a kiss on the cheek, which your daughter would happily give.

Rafayel likes to gossip with you and your daughter, and he is a good source of news because he always knows the juicier side of stories. With your daughter, he knows the reputation of each and every parent. Sometimes, they go too far and pick on your daughter's classmates, e.g., telling them that their clothes are old-fashioned or that one kid looks like a mean bully. The bad thing is, your daughter thinks so as well. You and Rafayel once went to her sports day competition and saw her play a three-legged race partnered with a boy. You could see the smoke coming out of Rafayel's head, and you had to cover his mouth because he was uttering profanities. Something like: "Get your hands off my daughter, you little…"

Raf likes to give gifts as a sign of affection, and your daughter is thankful, but on special days, she doesn't request anything. Instead, she insists on having a dad-daughter date instead. Thanks to those moments, Raf began to lean more towards spending time together rather than showering her with gifts.

She grew up replicating Rafayel's diva-ness as her form of humor, and she usually tries to get away with stuff using that method. But she was family-oriented, being the type to show affection outwardly. She most definitely became a daddy's girl and would always go to him for help.

Later on, when your first child reached her teen years, you decided to have another child, and this time, it was a girl whom you named Charlotte. Rafayel was more tamed with the room decoration this time, but not with the gifts and outfits. He didn't allow any secondhand items from Anastasia to be given to the younger one.

Rafayel, despite already being a seasoned dad, was more overprotective with his second daughter, hiring a nanny for her. He would be restless if he didn't manage to see her for two days, so he refrained from going out of town unless necessary. If he did, however, he would always call you and ask how Charlotte was doing. You would turn the phone to your daughter, but she wouldn't pay him any mind and continue coloring in her little notebook.

Unlike Anastasia, Charlotte preferred to be with you. She was the more reserved of the two siblings, but she was mature for her age. She knew what she wanted and would outwardly deny if whatever she was doing or receiving was not to her liking. She wasn't that dramatic and would just stare at her sister or father whenever they exaggerated their emotions in front of her.

Sometimes, you and Charlotte just like to watch your other daughter and your husband act all dramatic. Then you just brush them off and spend your day drinking tea and eating cupcakes.

Sylus as a father

Sylus is the father of twins. One boy, one girl.

You weren't married when you found out you were pregnant; you were his lover by then, but you were severely unprepared to have children, considering the environment you guys were in. You got married in secret, and he made a promise to protect you and your children despite living in the N109 zone.

Upon the birth of your children, he was mainly on edge. He got you the best doctors and midwives. Although your birth was surprisingly smooth sailing, you heard some stories from the nurses nearby about how Sylus was threatening a doctor if you ended up with complications. Thankfully, the twins were delivered safely.

Between the twins, the eldest is a girl you named Mauve, and the boy, Claude. Mauve had your eyes, but his hair color was daunting, and he had a more pale skin tone, while Claude resembled you more than Sylus, except for his eyes.

Sylus didn't care much for the children; he made that apparent by focusing more on you and his work and leaving the kids to the nanny. That quickly changed after six months. On a random day, he saw you tending to your children, both sleeping soundly in your arms. You seemed at peace inside the bedroom, looking out into the distance. Something switched inside of Sylus, which neither of you can point out, but there was one thing for sure: You guys were now a family.

The mindset change perplexed you the most because, beginning that day, Sylus made a quiet effort to learn how to take care of the twins. He was often seen with the nanny, asking for specific methods of washing the feeding bottles or bathing the twins. And in no less than a month, he was practically the one taking care of your children whenever he was at home.

Sylus doesn't spoil his children more than necessary. Sure, they had rooms of their own and a decent amount of toys, branded items, and clothes, but he only gave them a little more than necessary. He firmly believes that children should learn to work hard at an early age to not get disappointed in the future; you scolded him for that, though, after all, they were just children.

Sylus always plays with his children whenever he can. He doesn't like it when family time is interrupted by business, so he ensures no one disturbs the residence until you and the children have had enough fun. His play methods are surprisingly tame and even comedic; after all, the sight of Sylus dawning twin-tails and stickers on his face doesn't come by that often. On days when he's out of town, Luke and Kieran are the ones who play with the children, and not even they can withstand the dress-up and role-play.

Whenever things get complicated in the organization, or even a hint of danger lurks around the family, Sylus sends you and the children away to a residence under a different name. It was located on a more private island, which only his private jet could access. Then, he deals with the problem as swiftly as possible.

A few more years later, Sylus changed. His principle of hard work equals good rewards shifted, and he slowly began to spoil the twins. They were spoiled, but it was surprising that they were obedient. That is until you spied around them when you were supposed to be at work. It was thanks to this that you realized another thing: Sylus is the type of father who says, "I can't do anything, your mother said no. Sorry, kids." when you're around and "C'mon kids, who will scold you? Your mom is at work, and I'm the parent in charge!" when you're not.

Thanks to this, you also discovered the real nature of your children behind the nice, good children facade.

They were naughty: They liked to play pranks on your husband, but Sylus always outsmarts them. You constantly wondered where they were picking up these silly pranks until you saw them huddled together with Luke and Kieran in a random corner of the house.

The twins were cunning: They greeted guests with a smile and treated maids with care, but they sneaked around the staff room and reported to Sylus what they heard. Once, they broke a vase and convinced you that Mephisto did it.

They were eccentric: The smiles on their faces were business smiles whenever other people were around. Note they were smiling ear to ear, but their smile was unsettling once you realized that you had entered the house of Onichynus' leader. It was almost threatening even.

Sylus, despite not looking like it, valued education as he believed it could give his children an advantage. Still, he'd let his children be street-smart rather than book-smart. Because of this belief, he would bring his children around for business meetings and less dangerous missions. You once argued with him over the twins' safety. Still, they reassured you that they're more than capable of protecting themselves.

A few years later, into adulthood, Claude was quietly regarded as a lethal weapon due to his proficiency in engineering (nuclear & Chemical) and in statistics; His background and frightening loyalty to his father and Onychinus amplified the organization's fearsome reputation.

On the other hand, Mauve was the front of Onychinus, often leaving the country to make business deals on behalf of his father, who was busy working at home. The woman was responsible. She was undoubtedly a gambler who believed high stakes = high rewards, yet she had never once lost that gamble.

But when you and your family get together for dinner every week, it's like they're the most mundane family ever, talking about what they hear out on the street and what the new neighbors are up to or what new places to visit in Linkon City. You just…came to accept it.

Author's footnotes: Alright this post is too long for my own liking but it would be longer if I go in depth about your family details. and at this point, this is like an AU... Layout by me, using canva premium | Do not repost |

MASTER LIST | Buy me a thread?

2K notes · View notes

cozage · 5 months ago

Note

Hii!! Can you write some headcanon about how they are with their s/o after 20 or 30 years passed? Or in their old age. Ace Law and Zoro please.(Please include Ace. You know what i mean right? 🥺) With a female reader. Thank you ❤️

A/N:Forgive any typos please :) Characters: gn reader x Ace, Law, Zoro Cw: None :) Total word count: 1k

Years Passed

Ace

After Whitebeard passed, Ace was one of the top contenders to lead the pirate crew, but ultimately the Whitebeard Pirates disbanded. It didn’t feel right without Pops. The two of you sailed around with a smaller ship for a few years before retiring to your favorite island.

That being said, you all still take trips to other islands or sail for a while to celebrate special occasions.

While you all don’t go out drinking nearly as much as you used to, you’re still regulars at the local tavern. On Friday nights they like to play music, and you trade stories with the new “kids” who are brave enough to take on the Grand Line.

He still brings you breakfast in bed every Saturday morning, complete with fresh-cut flowers. Breakfast is never the same; he always seems to know just what you're in the mood for.

You all ended up having kids. Ace wanted one hundred, but you cut him off after three.

He still likes to bring home a stray kid he found on the side of the street every now and then, and you never minded having the extra rooms filled for as long as they needed to stay. Some stayed for only a few days, some stayed for years. You loved them all the same.

Just about every night, the two of you make it a priority to sit out and watch the sunset. The moments together are truly what makes life feel worth living

Even after all these years, he sticks up for you and loves you without shame. He’s never afraid to show you off or plant a kiss on your lips when he thinks someone else is eyeing you. He loves to brag about you and all of the light you’ve given him over the years to just about anyone who will listen.

Law

It took Law a long time to find a place worth settling down in. You all finally decided on Zou.

It made sense. He was a wandering spirit, Zou was a wandering civilization. He could still move about while being in one place. Plus, you always had a feeling he would have a harder time parting with Bepo than he ever let on.

He ended up working as a doctor for the minks (no surprise there) and found that his favorite part of the day was when he got to help kids feel better.

Your moment of peace and tranquility, even after all these years, is the morning cup of coffee you all share. You never get tired of that simple moment between the two of you, and you cherish it with your whole heart.

Every Friday, Bepo’s family comes over for dinner. The kids typically put on some silly play or performance or rope you all into games they want to play, and you all will stay awake far longer than you ever care to admit.

You always complain about how exhausted you are on Saturdays, and Law promises “We’ll kick them out earlier next week”, but you never do. You would never want to limit your time with Bepo and his family anyway, the complaining is more to get out of any chores you may have promised to do.

Law loves in the quietest of ways. He prefers to stay in and curl up on the couch, or he’ll bring you a book to read in bed alongside him. But he never goes to sleep without kissing you first.

Zoro

Zoro still groans when you get out of bed. He almost always pulls you back in with a “five more minutes” mumble. You had begun accounting for this delay years ago, but it still makes your heart flutter when he pulls you back in and wraps his arms around you so that you can’t escape.

He runs his own dojo now, that operates solely off of donations (and the load of gold you all have from your pirating days). Kids can come to practice, or they can live and work there too. It’s a very satisfying occupation for both of you.

Funnily enough, Zoro found a strange love for cooking. Well, grilling. He loves to grill. You used to joke about it being a necessary qualification to be a dad, but now he just tries to grill everything. Dinner is almost always covered, but you never know what new thing he’s going to try (and yes, he does have a really corny apron like “#1 Grillmaster” or something).

He likes to stay in most of the time nowadays. If you go out, it’s usually to a small place that is more family-style than bars.

However, he likes to go to a bar with you sometimes and pretend that you all don’t know each other. He’ll spend the whole night flirting with you and finally end the night with “So, you coming home with me or what?”. He ALWAYS has new pickup lines or witty things to say to you.

Zoro prefers to keep you to himself. He guards you fiercely and will defend you to death if someone even considers looking at you wrong. The first thing he teaches at the dojo is that you deserve respect above anyone else, and disrespect to you will mean immediate dismissal from the program. He can’t stand to see anything that might cause you pain.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #portgas d ace #ace x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x reader #✧˚ace✧˚#✧˚law✧˚#✧˚zoro✧˚

924 notes · View notes

katiascraft · 1 month ago

Text

“I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this. Darling, you’re the one I want” | LN4

Parings: Lando Norris x Reader.

Summary: Your group of friends decided to go to Maldives for the winter holidays and the time off of some of the guys who were drivers in F1. You and Lando had been best friends for the longest time until one night you confessed your love for each other.

Now playing: “Paper rings” by Taylor Swift.

Word count: +1,7k.

Warnings: insinuating a little. Mentions of sex. Pure fluff. Not a native English speaker so there could be errors. Not proofread.

Author’s note: I would love to travel to Maldives one day 😍 don’t forget to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

You were laughing so hard. Lando wanted to show you a pirouette he “learned” to do because of pierre and he failed miserably falling into the water that surrounded your cottege.

Maldives was a dream. So beautiful. And really hot.

You didn’t realized how much you needed to take a break from the world with your friends. There’s no other choice with them: you just had to have fun or you had fun anyway. You loved them all so much. You were like 20 living in the same house in the middle of the world.

Lando got out of the water and started splashing water to you and Alexa that was next to you along with Charles hugging her from behind. You three shouted and from behind Pierre and Kika threw all of you into sea water with Lando. The water was warm and cristaline. You went up out of the water to find Lando smiling at yo and he fixed your hair. You thanked him with a smile.

You were in love with him. But you never had the strength to tell him. You were a coward. You didn’t want to loose him. The feeling of losing him because you confessed your love was terrifying. You just imagined how much pain you were gonna get into. You couldn’t picture your life without him in it.

You got close to him and hugged him from behind with your legs and arms listening to the conversation he was having along all of the boy that came. His perfume was your favorite smell in the world. His sling was warm. He grabbed you by your legs and brushed his fingers gently through your skin. That sent shivers down your spine but you didn’t want to move. These moments with him were so priceless for you. You felt it was as far as this.

For people - you looked like two love birds having fun and just confessing the love for each other through the way you looked at each other. Truth was you weren’t. But at the same time you loved each other more than words could express. Or that you could express to each other. Your love was an open secret to the world.

You rested your head on his shoulder just enjoying his company and touch. The way his body felt being wrapped around your body. And just following the conversation they were having about cars and stuff.

(…)

It was late and the whole group had gone out to the restaurants on the island. Except for you lando and puerta and kika who were already asleep in their bedroom. You have prepared tea and grabbed your fav book you’re reading at the moment in your kindle. You just wanted to relax for a while in those woven beds above the sea. The sunset was present. The view was so beautiful. You took a picture to remember that moment and poured the tea from the teapot into your cup. Ready you headed to the bed that you have thrown pillows and some blankets to make it fluffier. And more comfy.

You got comfortable sipping tea from your cup. You felt so relaxed at that moment. You took a picture for Instagram. Oh well a few pictures they were. You started reading and enjoying yourself surrounded by the sound of nature and the calmness of the sea. After a few minutes you heard someone coming down the stairs of the house.

You looked and found Lando freshly showered. The smell of his aftershave made your heart race. You smiled at him. He did too.

He got comfy next to you looking at you. He was quiet. He loved watching you. Stare at you. Admire and memorize every detail. you just got comfy with him now. Rested your head on his arm and kept on reading and doing your thing. He started strolling your hair softly. You enjoyed each other’s company right there. Under the sunset. He kissed your temple and you just left your things in a safe place before coming back to him. You looked at him very closely. He smiled at you for your action. He was nervous to have you so close. He could smell your sweet perfume in 4k. See every detail and texture of your skin. You were beautiful. The most beautiful girl he has ever seen - since you were teenagers. Any other girl could compete with you. He tried to forget about you with so many girls. Trying to find what you made him feel in them. But he just couldn’t. Any of them were you. And they will never be you.

You stroke his cheek sending shivers down his spine. This was usual between you two when you were alone. And you hated yourselves for knowing everything and at the same time pretending you didn’t. You just couldn’t talk about it. You kissed him on the cheek and cuddled him. He pulled you closer to him and you just fell asleep there. At peace with each other’s company. Feeling protected by one another.

(…)

It was party night. Everyone in the house was glammed up. Some of you are already drunk. And you were one of them. Alexa prepared you a gin tonic and god it was strong. You were laughing about everything and anything. Lando was a little drunk but you won over him. He found the drunk you so cute. And you looked so hot he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He found any occasion to touch you. Whenever.

The party was at the beach and started at sunset. You got there an hour later than expected. The music was so good. People looked so beautiful. You were all drunk. You were having fun just facing and fooling around with your friends.

You couldn't stop looking at Lando and how handsome and hot he looked in that shirt. You were driving yourself crazy by thinking of multiple ways to take his shirt off. And touch him. And kiss him.

Lando was loose. He was enjoying the evening very much. He danced with you and couldn’t help but hug you sometimes. Or touch you. He wanted to take off the yellow dress you had on. That color would look terrible on other people but oh god it was your color. It made your eyes shine so brightly. Make your smile beam. And your hair shine. He couldn’t stop looking at your lips wondering what flavour of gloss did you choose to wear today.

After a while a girl came towards him and started chatting with Lando. They were talking very stimulated. You could see her intentions. And you didn’t want to admit you were oh so jealous. Lando seemed to enjoy her company. That made anxiety creep you once more in your life.

And that was the moment you knew you couldn’t keep on pretending you didn’t love him. That was it. You were gonna tell him everything. And then you could run and hide and cry if he didn’t feel the same. But you needed to say it. To scream it. You felt desperate at the thought of once more losing him to another girl. Of not being brave and own your shit.

You walked towards them and interrupted their conversation.

“Um … excuse me. Didn’t want to interrupt but Lando I really need to talk to you in private asap” you clarified just looking at him desperate. And deep into his eyes.

He freaked out a little because your voice sounded so different than usual. He tried to keep calm. He nodded. “Sorry I gotta go” he said to the girl and grabbed your hand taking you two apart from the crowded site.

You got really anxious. You were scared but you knew you had to. He deserved to know as much as you deserved to express yourself.

He looked at you, grabbing your hands into his and stroking them gently. He could feel you were anxious.

“Lando… I’m scared of what I’m about to say but I need you to know…” you were struggling to find the correct words but your nervousness wasn’t helping. He tightened his grip into your hands to give you confidence. His heart was racing like crazy. He could feel his heart palpitations into his ears.

“I like you Lando. And not like just a friend. I am… I am in love with you. I’ve been secretly in love with you for years like I really want to take your shirt off with my teeth and have sex here in front of everyone I really do not care. I want you. To me you're the most handsome, most fun, most generous, most generous, and most everything. Please just tell me you feel the same. I'm so drunk I will cry for hours. I really really like you Lan” you basically spitted all of your thoughts to him. You were drunk and that was the best way you could express yourself right now.

He heard you. He heard you pretty clear. He felt his heart skip a beat. This was a dream. He dreamed of this so many nights. He couldn’t talk so he just grabbed your face and kissed you with all of his feelings into it. He kissed you desperately. Like his life depended on it. Because in some way it did. He couldn’t imagine a life without you. The kiss was deep and steamy at some point. Your hearts were racing and you were hot and agitated.

You finally knew how his lips tasted. You could die right there. You never felt this way. You couldn’t even think straight. Words couldn’t express what you felt either. You grabbed him by his shirt pulling him closely. You didn’t want to stop kissing him. You could stay like this forever.

He pulled apart from you slowly and softly. “Y/n I love you too. I’ve always did” he whispered into your lips. Your noses brushing each other so gently. You could feel his warm breath. His hands on your face. You smiled widely.

You should’ve done it way back.

Now you two need to kiss for this whole time you couldn’t until the end of your lives.

You heard your friends clapping and chanting for you both to finally be together. That made you laugh and look at them.

You couldn’t ask for a better group of friends.

And a better guy to spend life with.

You looked once more to each other. Knowing you were about to be the best life next to each other.

Forever.

——————————————————————————————

Hope you liked it 💌 if you have any ideas my inbox is open so send your requests!

#lando x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fluff #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris #lando #f1 x female reader #lando norris x female reader #ln4 #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 #f1 drivers #f1 smut

294 notes · View notes

itsss4t4n · 1 year ago

Note

I want to play with Percy’s hair until he forgets the weight of the world 😭😭😭 my man fr (fem!reader)

Peace - Percy Jackson x fem!reader

warning: established relationship,percy is a spiderman fan

a/n: I LOVE PERCY SO MUCH OMG! That man deserves some peace istg.

It was the end of July. A few days before the summer session of camp ended and Percy would go back to school while you stayed at camp.

You had had a rather uneventful summer for once and just enjoyed being together, which is why you were now sitting at the beach, his head in your lap. Annabeth and Grover had left about 30 minutes ago, leaving the two of you to watch the sunset by yourself.

Percy had been rather quiet for the last 10 minutes when you decided to ask him about it.

"Hey Perce?" He hummed in reply not taking his eyes of the waves infront of you.

"You're being uncharacteristicly quiet. Whats going on in that pretty head of yours?"

He finally shifted his eyes from the water up to your face. His brows slightly furrowed in worry and anxiety.

"Dont you think this summer was way to quiet?" You looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

He reached his Hand up to grab yours, that was resting on your knee next to his head, and intertwined is fingers with yours.

"Just... since i first came to camp i've not had a single year that we didnt have to, essentially, save the world. This just doesnt feel right. I just keep thinking that something is gonna happen."

Your face softens in understanding. Smiling, you reach your other hand down to his hair, softly running you fingers through the black strands, slightly scratching his scalp with your nails.

"I know what you mean. This is really the first year we've had actual peace. But i think we should take advantage of that. Who knows when we'll get this again. Worrying wont do us any good. We should relax while we can. If something does happen, well take care of it when the time comes. Like we always do. Try to relax Darling."

He hummed again, sighing at the feeling of your hands in his hair. He had always loved when you did that. It wasnt unusual for him to ask you to do it when he was stressed or anxious. It calmed him down more than anything else.

You smile softly, before leaning down to press a soft, upside down kiss to his lips. Percy grinned when you pulled back.

"Really? The spiderman kiss?" You rolled your eyes playfully. Percy loved spiderman and you had watched his favorite one just a few days ago. "Oh shush."

Chuckling to himself he relaxed back against your legs closing his eyes as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. Your other hand, still holding Percys, was laying against his chest now, right over his heart.

You looked down at him, his bbody and face starting to look more relaxed by the second, smiling to yourself. Your hand tracing over his nose, starting from the tip, smoothing over the worried crease between his eyebrows, up to his forehead before slipping into his hair again.

Hair that now, in the almost gone sunlight, shimmered with a slight purplish tint. The normal blue undertone of his black hair mixing with the red light from the sinking sun. It looked good.

At this point percy started to drift of to a state between awake and asleep, finally looking relaxed and you shifted you eyes up to the calm water of the long island sound, glowing orange, the sun almost fully gone now. You smiled to yourself thinking of how far youve come and how lucky you were to be here. With your boyfriend and your two best friends.

You squeezed percys hand with yours, feeling him squeeze back despite not being fully awake.

You were glad that you could make him relax like this. His worry melting away this easily. You felt honoured to be that person for him.

"I love you Percy" You mumbled no expecting the half asleep waterboy in your lap to even hear you.

Despite that he mumbled back in a daze. "I love you too Sweetheart"

You really were lucky.

#pjo x reader #reader insert #writing #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x fem!reader #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus x fem!reader #fem reader #fluff

731 notes · View notes

animeyanderelover · 28 days ago

Text

Halloween is almost upon us and so I have decided to write a short something as well. It doesn’t include a specific character though and only focuses on the concept of a siren reader in the world of One Piece. I took the liberty of taking my own spin on the sirens, though there are still known themes in here.

Tw: Yandere themes, sirens are extremely cruel in here, manipulation, hypnosis, sadism, blood lust, sirens play around with their victims for the fun of it, sirens have a human and a monster form, the monster form is going to have very specific physical features, cannibalism, slavery, sexual abuse, violence, mentions of suicide, death, female reader

A reader's origin

You still remember it. Your human life. Yes, once upon a time you used to be a human. One who lived above the sea water, who walked on two legs and one who lived a puny and mortal life. Young, naïve and deeply in love with a sailor who had found his second love in you with his first being the sea and its alluring promise of adventure. You poor maiden, always filled with longing and heartbreak whenever he left you on the island where you had been born and raised to chase his next adventure. Always waiting for him every day on the port, your hopeful gaze focused on the horizon. Your sailor always kept you waiting, the distance only making your heart grow fonder as you waited day and night for your darling’s arrival. Wondering, weeping, moaning for your sailor until he sailed home to you. Weeks or even months sometimes passed as you longed for him, your innocent heart slowly filling with disdain for the sea and all the glittering gold it hid, for stealing your man from you. What a boring and meaningless existence it has been in hindsight.

What a good-natured person you used to be. Your heart filled with longing for your sailor and resentment against the ocean that constantly stole him from you. How many times did you beg your lover to take you with him only for him to laugh at you and tell you that you aren't made for the harsh sea. His comments were hurtful yet there still was a grain of truth in his words that you couldn't deny. Then one day he announces news that nearly break your heart. He plans to sail to the New World, plans to plunge himself into unknown seas that have taken the lives of so many other people before him. You beg him to not go, to stay with you instead of risking his life on seas where he may never return to you. Yet on that day you realise once more that you have never been the one he loves most. His heart belongs to the sea. So you have no choice but to let him go, tears cascading down your cheeks as you watch his ship leaving the ship, disappearing beyond the horizon. The sunset dips the sky in warm colours of red, casting a bloody light upon the ship as it sails away. An eerie forboding for the future that awaits the crew.

Only a few weeks after his crew has left the island they come. Real pirates. They raid the island, steal away all the riches your village possesses, imprison men, women and children alike. You are under those who are enslaved, who spent weeks on a cold and reeking ship where they push you around, where they grope you and mistreat you and everyone else. Weeks you have to spend on deck of the ship, malnourished, dehydrated and abused. Not everyone makes it sadly and those who die due to the mistreatment are thrown into the seawater, damned to serve as food for the sea beasts. You protest, you cry, you plead for them to at least allow the rest of the captured villagers to bury the dead properly only to be thrown around like a ragdoll as they mock you for your desperate pleas. Clothes are torn of your body, your nose is weeping red blood and your lip is busted as the taste of metal fills your mouth. Hands are all over your body, taint your skin and leave you shaking and crying on the dirty ground, the anguished cries of the other villagers filling your ears as the limp corpse is thrown overboard.

You're sold in Sabaody Archipelago to a Celestial Dragon, added to an evergrowing collection of women he buys as if they were souvenirs. To him they most likely are. Every day is torture for you. A collar around your neck that could explode any moment, skimpy clothes that tear away the last shreds of your dignity as you are forced to serve a slimy and disgusting master who touches you whenever he wishes and has a temper worse than a toddler. Something always sets him off even if you did nothing wrong. You're always slapped, grabbed roughly by your growing hair or forced on your knees to serve him pleasure. There is no bond that holds you or the other female slaves together as everyone is focused on her own survival, fingers constantly pointed at each other to avoid the punishment. You do not find it in you to blame them though as you start mimicking the other female slaves, pushing the blame on others and listening with closed eyes as their screams of pain fill the halls. It feels like you're going insane as weeks pass, every day a fight for survival and the bare necessities, a fight for no new wounds and scars.

You barely have any time to think about your lover, too preoccupied with your own survival. Sometimes though he crosses your mind at night when your whole body is aching from the intense labor of the day. You find the love you hold for him slowly dimishing, overshadowed by your own suffering. If only he wouldn't have left for the sea, if only he would have stayed with you and wouldn't have taken all those men with him. Then maybe, maybe, your village would have been able to defend itself better. Then maybe the pirates wouldn't have been able to take so many of you as prisoners. Then maybe you wouldn't have seen them dying or watching as they were sold to different people. Then maybe you wouldn't have to go through the torture that you are now forced to endure. All of that didn't happen though. And why did none of those what-if-scenarios happen? Because you were less important to him than the sea. Your thoughts are selfish and filled with resentment as those black emotions nourish themselves from all your pain and your suffering, tainting your once pure love more and more.

A storm is raging on one fateful night as you and other female slaves are upon a ship as your master has insisted to travel across the oceans of the New World as he has heard about another auction to buy a new female slave as one of his own has recently caved in to all the torture and took her own life. You do not know what happened to her body as you did not belong to the group that was forced to discard her body. You only remember the whiplashs you received as a punishment for her disobedience as her life was not her own and for that she didn't have the right to just kill herself. Truly, as you lay in the tiny room all of the female slaves sleep in with your back still screaming in agony, you wonder what you have turned into for you feel only bitterness for the woman who is responsible for the pain that was inflicted upon you. It's as if any empathy you ever possessed has slowly been stomped out like a dying spark. This is what you have turned into. You do your best to ignore the searing pain in your back as you close your eyes, hoping to at least get some hours of sleep only to wake up and repeat your daily hell.

There's a pleasant buzz drapped within your brain like heavy fog when you awake, sitting up as the rest of the other female slaves. The storm outside has calmed down as if falling silent for those humming melodies coming from everywhere. Your thoughts are slow, your body seemingly not your own as your limbs start moving on their own. The sounds of dragging footsteps are heard everywhere as all people on board start moving outside, even your master. Once outside the strange melody amplifies in volume now that there is nothing shielding you anymore from its sound, the fog within your mind thickening until your slow thoughts completely vanish. Your only desire in that moment is to get closer to that melody, to drown yourself within that sound that seems to erasse every single trace of pain and agony. You're not the only one. One after the other everyone jumps into the water. Once you stand on the edge you catch sight of something that almost stops your heart, your eyes widening subtly as you stare down into the bubbling and dark waters as everyone around you drops into the salty water as if they were stones.

They're slithering around within the water like the predators they are, webbed hands with sharp claws stretched out as they welcome their prey which jumps into the dark waves. Razor sharp teeth are within their mouths as they continue singing with those hypnotising voices of theirs, their eyes completely white, ears shaped like little fins and the skin of their upper body a light grey. Long fish tails in an even darker grey than the skin on their human torso, gills on their necks as they snatch away all those who fall into the waters, grabbing them and dragging them into their kingdom where they will be drowned and devoured. The wind is howling around you, almost drowning out the screams of terror and pain as those creatures start feasting from their prey yet not enough to erase the sound of their voices. You are shaking, whether its due to the biting cold, newfound terror or morbid excitement is unclear. Blotches of red swirl around within the water all around the ship, slashed clothes resurfacing here and there as all former passengers are eaten. There's only you left now, standing there and staring into the abyss which stares right back at you with shimmering white eyes.

The final step you take almost feels liberating as you leave the ship behind, leave every bad memory behind. The few brief seconds where you fall feel freeing before you plunge into the cold water that almost immediately numbs your body. The salty water irritates your eyes as soon as you try to open them, everything around you dark and ominous as you make out the dark silhouttes of the monsters as they drag people deep within the ocean to enjoy their meal. One of them approaches you slowly, her head tilted as if she is observing you. Somewhere within the deepest part of your mind you wonder what creature they are. Mermaids? No, that can't be. The descriptions and rumors that you have heard do not fit those strangely beautiful creatures at all. Clawed hands suddenly touch your cheeks, high-pitched chirps resonating through the sea as she seems to communicate with her sisters all whilst not looking away from you. The emptiness of air within your lungs is but a dull sensation, your mind still strangely serene and peaceful as you listen to the weird chatter of those creatures before your body forces you to refexively gasp for air, water filling your lungs, nose and mouth.

You only have hazy memories. The taste of salty air on your tongue as the she-monster helps you back to the surface. A swarm of them swimming close to the surface, all of them holding other female slaves from the sinking ship close to them, frequently resurfacing to allow you to breathe. Pressure popping in your ears as suddenly they take all of you into a mysterious cave, the entrance deeper within the ocean. You remember that you gasp desperately for air at one point as soon as you resurface, your lower body still in the water. There is mostly darkness around you, not a single ray of light that reaches the underwater cave, only the dim glow of their bodies. Only the sounds of splashing water and other human women gasping and coughing around you. The very last memory that you have is the sensation of being dragged underwater once more, smothered by the cold skin of the sirens who produce slimy and thick threats from their bodies and wrap you inside of them as if it was a coccon before they attach you to the wall within the cave, half of the strange creation still hanging outside the water. After that you barely remember anything as you fall into a deep sleep that is going to last for months.

You dream a lot during that time, revisiting your whole human life as you are shielded within that cocoon. Sometimes you stir awake though when wails of agony and sorrow suddenly fill the cave, telling you that one of the other female slaves hatched too early, their metamorphosis not complete and their body unable to survive under the water. At one point you find yourself weeping along, a strange agony filling your soul, a new compassion for the loss of a potential sister that you never felt before as a human. The feeling of hunger and the wish for freedom is what causes you one day to wake up all by yourself, the tightness around you restricting you and making you uncomfortable. Something compels you to leave, your instincts telling you that it is time. Sharp claws tear into the thick and gooey egg, tearing it effortlessly apart as you create a hole big enough for you to slip out. A light glow emits from your body, your senses completely different. Only freshly hatched yet your instincts seem to already know what to do as you quickly find your way outside the cave, joined by joyful sisters who welcome you as a new sister and invite you to your first hunt. You're the only survivor.

Free to explore the sea all by yourself, your first desire is to find the man who betrayed you but who you still long for. The very sailor who chose the ocean over you. You long to see him, to hold him, to kiss him, to devour him. Unable to deal with your heartbreak anymore you wish to unite with him forever, to never let him leave you ever again. A few of your older sisters follow you, the promise of fresh flesh alluring as they help you to hunt him down if he should still be alive. Luckily he very much is and you expected nothing less from the man you love. You feel your heart trembling with affection and wrath when you spot that familiar ship, you and your sisters slowly swimming closer without being spotted. Still, you wish for him to see you, to see what has become of you since his departure. Only after he has jumped right into your arms do you take him further away, allow him to come to his senses for a little while. A sweet smile on your face, one that quickly transforms into a bloodthirsty grin which reveals a row of sharp teeth, claws stealing his pretty eyes before you slowly drag him down with you, watching the life slowly fade from his body, forever united with the two biggest loves of his life. The sea and you.

Your kind doesn't have any specific name. Not until a few decades after the World Government has been established and accidents surrounding crews disappearing mysteriously from ships in the New World become more frequent. Sirens. No one exactly knows where your kind originated from or for how long you have been existing already, though tales from Fishman-Island suggest that you are related to their kind and therefore have been luring beneath the ocean for a long time already. However, your kind is forbidden to enter Fishman-Island, stories of your kind hunting mermaids and Fishmen alike, toying around with them and playing around with them for fun making the seafolk fear you and your sadistic nature. You feast on flesh from all living creatures, use your voices to lure prey to you and then devour them like starved piranhas. Underwater you are dangerous predators, fast and surprisingly strong. Your voices hynotise your targets, their brains mushy and slow as they fall victim to your songs. Sirens do not only use their voices to bewitch people though. You are also able to release a high-pitched scream which causes everyone who hears it extreme pain.

Those screams can even be enough to kill someone as the sound can cause not only eardrums but even the brain within the head to burst. It is a rare line of defense for your kind to use your voices that way, a last resort if you are cornered or wounded. Your bodies heal faster than other creatures, wounds that may take weeks to months to heal only take you days if you rest enough and receive proper nourishment. Sirens are very closely connected, treating each other as sisters even if everyone is free to travel alone through the oceans. A siren can live up to a millennium before she passes away, looking as beautiful and young as the day she hatched. However, once the life has left the body the remains can rot and unable to bear the heartbreak of your sister withering away into ugliness, your kind has developed a morbid tradition. Once one of your own dies you weep for days and nights, the eerie sounds carried across the seas and keeping entire islands awake in terror and bliss before you feed on her dead body before she can lose her beauty, even devouring her bones so that nothing remains, so that no one may ever take your beloved sisters or her remains away from you.

It is unclear to the Government if your kind procreates. Truth is, none of you has been born from a mother and a father. All of you hatched in the cave from the gooey threads you were wrapped in, creating the cocoon which slowly transformed you into sirens. The Government spectulates that technically it should be possible though for your kind to bear children biologically if you should ever decide to mate with a man. However, it simply doesn't seem to be an instinct installed into your biology. Your kind does feel affection but often only in short-lived sparks with the end goal always being to ultimately feed from your chosen victim. Your kind is even able to transform back into the race they were before being made a siren, allowing you to travel even on land and mix in with the rest. You're almost indistinguishable from other people living above the water from that point on which makes it extremely tricky for people to realise what you really are, especially since sirens naturally attract people to their sides, bewitching without even speaking. Your kind is far from wild animals after all. You are fast learners and your threat levels have only gone up after your kind learned how to use and utilise Haki.

The mere solace for the World Government is that your kind only lives within the New World. Very rarely does a siren travel to Paradise and even if she does, the government proceeds carefully. They never kill one of your kind as they know that other sirens will take merciless revenge if one of their sisters should be murdered. They've learnt it the hard way and that accident remains one of the worst in their history, one that only few know of. In Paradise and other parts of the Blue sirens only remain legends meant to scare children. In the New World however those legends quickly turn into a fearful reality. Still, you are no brainless predators. You do not attack and kill just anyone. Your kind doesn't kill every pirate crew whose ship they spot. You respect those who are strong and who you personally deem intriguing, the golden rule to never get on the bad side of a siren is to never kill one of their sisters and those pirates who disobey that rule learn to pay with their lives. The New World is indeed filled with many new dangers, with some of them more enchanting and tempting than even the finest riches. Yet obtaining such treasure has cost many pirates their sanity, their heart and even their life.

#yandere one piece #yandere op #yandere x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader

75 notes · View notes

tokischaaaaa · 5 months ago

Text

corny

!hamzah x !poc reader

summary: hamzah meets reader in curaçao , reader works at a vets clinic on the island, hamzah meets reader on the island due to him driving carelessly and hurting a liter of kittens. (hamzah’s a little dumb in dis one :P)

warning! : fluff!!

word count!: 975

too goood- drake ft. rihanna

⇄ ◁◁ I I ▷▷ ↻

00:32 ━━●━━━━━━━━ 03:12

it was hamzah’s second to last night in curaçao, he wanted to go out with a bang. not litterly to, he just wanted to get out on his own since he has been stuck with martin’s family the whole week. as hamzah was walking out, martin was editing the iguana mukbang, “be safe dude, let me know if you need something or if something goes wrong.” martin said seriously while still focused on the computer in front of him. hamzah nodded, appreciative of his friends worry of his wellbeing.

hamzah grabbed the keys on the counter and started his travels, he decided to plug in the directions to the farthest beach, soto is what popped up. he plugged his phone into the aux and began driving, as he was driving he realized how the sun was leaving his view, he decided to follow the sun, ‘screw the gps’ he said to himself. he followed the sun, followed it so he could see the sunset. last time he saw the sunset was with his siblings 5 years ago, finding and watching the sunset made him feel an emotional urge to follow the sun no matter what..

well until a cat popped up in the road, hamzah slammed the brakes. his heart was beating so fast that he his ears were pulsing at the same rate, he pulled over and opened his car door to see the mother kitten’s side slightly bleeding. hamzah’s mind was racing, ‘what should i do? should i call the police?’ he kept asking himself. from a distance he could hear a bike approaching him, he turned around and saw a young woman with green cargo shorts, blue bikini top and the thick curly brown hair that had risen due to the humidity approach him. “ya a’right?” she asked in her heavy accent, it took hamzah a few moments to answer her since she was so breathtaking, the departing sun had left such a beautiful filter across her skin, her skin was basically the color of deep gold. “hello, ya all right mister?” she asked once again, “oh, yes. no! i’m not alright, i was driving and this cat family stopped in the middle of the road, and then i tried-”. hamzah said attempting to explain while rubbing his forehead. “yeah im sure you tried,” the young woman scoffed as she got off her bike to inspect the wounded cat.

as the young woman continued checking the wounded cat out, she said, “what are you even doing out here this late?”

“might sound corny, just wanted to follow the sun.”

“ha! wait, what does corny mean?”

“means like awkward funny, but yea i was just doing that.”

“oh okay, so you running over this cat is corny!” she exclaimed putting her finger to her chin.

“no! that’s a horrible example!” hamzah cried

“what’s ya name man,” she asked softly placing the hurt cat in her arms.

“hamzah, and you’rs?”

she said her name, her accent thicker than before. she took a cloth out of her pocket, and held it out to hamzah. “man hamzah, take this cloth and wrap the kittens in it. don’t forget one.”

“okay, but what are you doing?”

“we doing! we gonna go to my clinic, ya messed up the mama.” she said.

hamzah nodded but before he could ask about transportation the young woman said , “we gotta ride in ya monster truck.” she smiled.

hamzah nodded and opened the door for her with one hand while the other was holding the crying kittens. as they got in the car, the young woman directed hamzah to the clinic. as they were on the road, hamzah continued his music, now ‘too good’ by drake was playing , “this won’t take long, you’ll be able to see the sunset trust.” the young woman said. she realized how when hamzah was explaining the incident he was very passionate and determined to see the sunset. she could tell that that action had a very significant meaning to hamzah.

hamzah’s worry started to drift, as his eyes stayed glued to the road he felt a pair of eyes looking at him, trying to read him, “what are you staring at?” hamzah said in a deep tone. “the corny hurter of the mother of the kittens,” she said giggling. “i told you i didn’t mean to!” hamzah gasped. “sure pretty boy, turn on the next stop sign.” the young woman said getting closer to hamzah and gently touching his jawline.

being frank, the young woman was slightly tipsy from drinking a few too many mojitos at the beach. however that didn’t stop her from helping those who she specialized helping, animals.

as she touched hamzah’s jaw , hamzah felt an urge to give her a sign to continue. it had been too long since he felt this especially from a stranger.

“keep going.” he demanded. the young woman’s eyes widened. she blinked a few times before decking to continue, she came to the realization that meeting such an attractive stranger that obviously wasn’t a regular to the island was a rare, a rare moment that was worth taking advantage of like there wasn’t a tomorrow. but before she could continue with her plan to indulge in her lustful behavior she had to take care of the cats. she gently stroked his jaw once again, slower this time, feeling his skin.

she quickly took off her finger once she reached his chin, “you too distracting pretty boy, the poor cats need my attention not you.” she sneered. hamzah scoffed in response. “okay sure, but maybe, i can get some of that attention if you know what i mean.” he smirked giving her the message.

“oh i get what you mean pretty boy.” she smiled looking down and playing with one of the kittens that laid in her lap.

tokischaaaa speaks: so how bad yall want a part 2? 😈😈😈

#hamzah x reader #hamzah imagines #hamzahthefantastic #hamzah x y/n #slushy noobz

40 notes · View notes

pensat-i-fet · 2 years ago

Text

Never stopped loving you (Pedri x Reader)

Part 2

**Welcome to another hearbreaking request. That’s your warning, this might break your heart like it broke mine when I wrote it. A little free pro-tip: do not write about someone making these "mistakes" and then try and revise what you wrote while he’s in front of you playing 😅 It’s a weird feeling. Also, please request fluff now 😔😊 And enjoy!! ❤️**

Word count: 6106

Masterlist

Wattpad

"Hello beautiful lady, what are you doing around here all alone? Someone could come and try to kidnap you".

"Oh yeah? Who would do that?"

"Me!"

You laughed when your boyfriend hugged you, half tackling you on the sand. He knew how much you loved seeing the sunset and whenever he got home from training early, he joined you there.

"I might let you kidnap me".

"Lucky me".

As always, you forgot all about the sun and the breathtaking views because you found each other way more interesting.

"We need to talk", said Pedri, worrying you slightly.

"Ok. What about?"

"I'm leaving. It’s official now. I'll sign for Barça".

"That's amazing!"

You hugged him, so happy to see his dream coming true. Noticing your happiness, he relaxed. He had been worried to tell you and what your reaction would be.

"So, are you coming with me?"

That wiped the smile off your face. It was a lot to ask from you. You had already left your island to join him in Las Palmas. But Barcelona…that was far. Really far. Even if it was the same country.

"I don't know…it's…it's not so easy".

"I understand but you already came here with me so what's another move?"

Your sarcastic laugh didn't impress him.

"What's another move? For you maybe it's nothing but what about me? I have to switch universities, go away from my family, …I don't even know if I'll like Barcelona".

"I would do this for you", he said.

"Really?"

"What do you mean by really?"

"If I told you to stay here with me, would you do it?"

"It's not the same".

He got up, moving away from you. He was so annoyed by your attitude.

"How is it not the same?"

"Because you can easily move. I can't control what team I play for".

"And even if you could, you wouldn't do it for me. It's always been me making sacrifices for you, Pedri. I lost a whole year of high school for you. I moved away from my parents for you. And that's not enough apparently".

"So you're not coming with me?"

"I don't know!", you screamed, tired of the way he was speaking to you. "I need time to think about it".

"What do we do if you don't come with me? Break up? Is that what you want?"

"Of course not", you said, now crying. "But I don’t want to do long distance. You know that. Maybe we could take a break while we see what we can do. I don't know. I don't want to lose you but it's not that easy".

He stopped walking by the sea, kneeling down to put his hands in the water and then splash it on his face.

"I'll go home for a couple of days. Talk to my parents and all that. They'll probably be able to help me decide".

"Sure", he said but didn't look back at you, which broke your heart.

Holding the tears, since you didn't want people to stare at you on the way home, you left him there and walked to your place.

Pedri stayed on the beach for a while longer. He couldn't lose you, he knew that. So when he went back home, he was ready to talk to you. But then he saw your suitcase and he only wanted to kick it. How easy it was for you to leave him. What did that mean?

So instead of talking to you, he went to sleep in another room, slamming the door shut. The sound made you flinch when you heard it.

The tension in the house meant both of you stayed awake most of the night. So when your alarm went off, you felt thankful for the excuse to leave the bed.

Breakfast was another thing you just did by default. You weren't even thinking about what you were putting on your bowl.

Why wasn't Pedri up? He needed to go to training but you didn't know if you should go tell him or not.

"Will you be gone when I'm back?", was the first thing he said to you.

"Yes. I'll call you later…".

"Don't bother. I wouldn't want you to put your whole life on pause just for that call".

"Please, don't be like that".

"It's not me who doesn't value what we have".

"How can you say that?"

But he didn't listen. He just took his things and left to go to training.

Throwing the rest of the food in the bin, you also took your things so you could leave and catch the boat that will take you to your family. But before, you left a note for your boyfriend. You couldn't just leave without telling him that.

Te quiero y siempre te querré. Por favor no lo olvides.

(I love you and I always will. Please, don't forget that).

And then you left.

Talking to your parents, and to Pedri's, helped you a lot. Seeing how they all sided with you didn't help your boyfriend. He was getting tired of being the bad guy in this story.

First, you broke up with him. Or not, he wasn't even sure. And what did being on a break mean? Was this an episode of Friends? And then his parents told him that he had to understand you. But who tried to understand him?

He was also leaving to go far away. He didn't know if he was going to play at Barça or if he was going to adapt to the team soon and do well. His career could go from a future Ballon d'Or to another one who didn't make it in two matches and no one seemed to care.

One thing he knew was that the news of his signing for Barcelona meant he was getting attention. A lot of attention. From the press, from people around him…from girls. All footballers get that type of attention to a certain extent, even in lower divisions. But when someone from a small island signs for a team like Barça…well, the attention grows a lot. And not everyone knows what to do with it.

[You]: going back home tomorrow. We need to talk. I hate this.

Pedri stared at your text for what felt like hours. But it was just a couple of minutes. Though the guilt made everything feel so much worse.

When he heard noise coming from his room, your room, he turned to see the girl coming out of it.

"Good morning!", she said, approaching him.

"Get out!", was all he said.

She stared at him, surprised by his tone. He didn't act like that the day before.

"But…", a glare stopped her from saying more and she just picked her things and left.

"Asshole. It already got to his head", he heard her mutter before closing the door on her way out.

What had he done?

"Hello?", you felt weird going back to your house but feeling like you were not somewhere that also belonged to you.

"Kitchen!"

You walked towards where the voice came from and the moment you saw Pedri's face, you could tell something was wrong.

"Have you been ok these last couple of days?"

He shook his head, not daring to look at you.

"Yeah, me neither. I've been thinking and you were right…".

"There's something you need to know before you keep talking".

His words made your stomach drop. Was he going to dump you now? Tired of waiting for you?"

"Ok".

"I…I made a mistake".

"What kind of mistake?"

"I slept with someone".

You dropped the keys you forgot you were still holding, startling yourself even more. How could he do that to you?

The moment you lifted your head, you saw him approaching you.

"Don't get close to me. How could you? You piece of shit. You disgusting cheater!"

"I didn't even know if we were together. It was a mistake but don't call me a cheater", he tried to defend himself.

"But you are. You just said you didn't know what was going on. And…is this what you plan on doing? Every time there is a small problem you go out and find someone else to spend the night with? Did you also do it in the same bed we've been sleeping together for months?"

He looked away, telling you all you needed to know.

"I hate you. I hate you so much".

You turned to leave but he grabbed your arm to stop you and you hit him with all the strength you could gather.

"Don't touch me!"

"You need to listen to me, please".

"I don't need to do anything. I'll get my things when you're away for a match. And have fun shagging random girls in Barcelona. Maybe you can fool one into believing you love her like you did with me".

"I love you!"

"You don't do this to someone you love, Pedri".

The only good thing about this was that before leaving to meet Pedri, you had only told your parents you wanted to talk to him. Not that you had decided to go with him to Barcelona. They would have been even more confused when you told them it was over.

The heartbreak was bad enough. They wouldn't stop telling you about how you two were meant to be together and how you should go with him. Barcelona was a great city, you could study there.

But you only told them no. Lying and saying that things hadn't been good for a while. You could have told them the truth and made him the bad guy he actually was. But you didn't.

Whenever you were alone, you could only relive your last interaction with Pedri. And the conclusion you reached was that maybe it was for the best you knew about the real him before leaving home to go far away with someone like him.

Someone you couldn't lie to was Pedri's brother. He had been your friend since you were a kid. And you promised to yourself you wouldn't neglect your friendship no matter what happened between you and his brother.

"Hey", he said, sitting on the bench next to you. "How are you doing?"

"Never been better", you told him, making both of you laugh.

"I'm sorry about this. But just know we can still be friends ok".

"I know".

"And maybe you and my brother can be friends too…", your reaction to his words surprised him. You were both acting so weird about this break-up. "What are you not telling me?"

"I don't want to talk about it".

"I can't help if I don't know".

Saying it out loud, to someone else, made it even more real. You didn't feel strong enough for that step. So what you did was hug Fer, who hugged you back immediately.

"You're scaring me, you know?"

"He cheated on me".

"No, he didn't", he said and you looked up to see the anger on his face. "Tell me he didn't".

"He did. He told me himself".

"Next time I see him, I'm going to punch him so hard our mum won't recognise him".

"Please don't. I don't want our parents to find out".

"But…".

"I just don't", you said firmly. "My parents love him as if he was their own son. It's bad enough I have to suffer. I don't want them to suffer because of it too".

You could tell Fer didn't like your plan but was going to respect your wishes anyways.

"My parents love you too. You know that".

"I do. It'll probably be easier for me to hang out with all of you once Pedri is away".

"He asked me to go to Barcelona with him".

Of course he did.

"That's ok. I'm sure you'll love it there".

"I'll come back often".

"I know. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine".

2 years later

And you didn't lie. You were fine. Back in Tenerife with your parents and friends. Back in the uni you loved. Life was good.

Except for that little detail of how you couldn't forget about your ex-boyfriend. His family was still like a family to you. And his worries about not doing well for Barça proved to be stupid because he adapted to the team so well, it seemed like he had always been a part of it. The individual awards kept coming and everyone adored him.

Slowly, it was getting easier to be surrounded by the memory of him that you couldn't hide from. And it also became easier to be happy for him. It didn't mean you had forgiven him. Not Pedri the person, the ex. But it was so easy to support Pedri the player. The kid from your small town that made it big.

The cliché that time heals was actually true. You cried so much after what Pedri did…and then one day you didn’t cry anymore. But that didn’t mean you fully moved on. You met other guys, sure. But none were Pedri. None felt good enough for more than something casual.

[3 missed calls: Alicia]

That was odd. Alicia was the person who got you your apprenticeship but it was your day off, why was she calling?

“Hi, Ali. Everything alright?”

“Yes, darling. I just got a good job offer for you and wanted to chat about it. Could you come around today?”

A job offer? “Of course. I’ll be there in 30”.

You changed into something more work appropriate than the shorts and top you had been wearing while working out and drove to Alicia’s office.

“Hi, sit down please”.

“Hey, you mentioned something about a job. That’s exciting. I wasn’t expecting that so soon”.

“Well”, she smiled, “when someone works as hard as you do, it can happen”.

“Thank you”.

She started to explain what the job was to you and you couldn’t believe such a great opportunity was been offered to you.

“You would have to move, though”.

“Oh, where?”

“Barcelona”.

You almost laughed when you heard that. Of all places, Barcelona. But you weren’t going to let that get in the way of your career.

“That’s fine”.

“I know your ex is there…”.

“Barcelona is a big city, I don’t have to see him. I didn't even think about him when you mentioned the city. I never do”.

“Honey, you think we don’t know you watch all of his matches?”

Even though you tried to hide it, her comment hurt you. So what if you did?

“If I have to move there because of my career, I will. Just like he did”.

The pity on her face upset you. Everyone thought that was it, that he left you there without a second thought. A part of you wondered what he thought of that. He knew you could have easily told the world about his cheating but you didn’t. What did that mean to him? And most importantly, what did that mean to you? Why were you so worried about protecting him?

Telling your parents about this new job was exhausting. You could tell they wanted to ask about you potentially meeting Pedri again. They were hoping you would date again, of course they did. But whenever his name was mentioned, you changed the subject.

If it was up to you, Pedri would never find out you are in the same city as him. But there was someone you wanted to see. Someone very close to him.

"Where are you going?"

"Just meeting someone. I won't be back for dinner so maybe order something for you".

"Meeting someone?"

Fer tried not to react to his brother's teasing. If only he knew…

"Yeah, see you later".

"Should I wait up for you?", laughed Pedri.

Fer left the house to go pick you up at the airport. He was so happy to finally be back in the same city as you. But lying to his brother was going to be tough. However, he didn’t deserve to know you were there. They had fought about it so much and he made it clear to his little brother that he was never going to forgive him for hurting you like that.

“Hi!”, you run to meet your friend, hugging him tightly.

“Hello you. It’s so good to have you here. Let me take your suitcases, they look heavy”.

“Thank you. And yes, it is. Like old times”.

“I can’t wait to show you the city. You’ll love it”.

You smiled at your friend, and he kept telling you about his favourite places while driving to your place.

“What did you say to your brother? About where you were going?”

“Just that I was meeting someone. He thinks I’m on a date”.

That made you laugh. “Do you go on many these days, little heartbreaker?”

“A few. What about you?”

“Yeah, a few too. Thank you for not telling him I’m here”.

“Of course, I understand. I wouldn’t want to see him either”.

But that was the problem. You wanted to see him. You just didn’t know what would happen if you did.

Avoiding Pedri was easy. You went to work and hung out with some friends you made, but not at places where he could be. Fer made sure of that. You could have stayed there forever without your ex finding out.

"Where are you going?", asked Pedri when he saw his brother leaving again.

"Out".

"Meeting someone again?"

"Yeah, what do you care? I'm just seeing a friend".

"Fer, you can tell me if you have a girlfriend, you know? This whole sneaking out is a bit stupid. I'm not mum".

"I don't have a girlfriend. I told you I'm meeting a friend".

"Who is a girl".

How did he know that?

"You took my jacket the other day and when I picked it up again, it smelled like women's perfume".

"She was cold. It's just that. Are you smelling my clothes in search of clues?"

"No. This just caught my attention".

"How so?"

"It smelled familiar".

Fer tried not to show worry at that moment.

"All perfumes smell the same".

"No. This is the one she wore", he didn't need to say who she was. "I will never forget that scent".

Fer excused himself saying he needed to go to the toilet and left his phone on the table, near where Pedri was sitting. When it buzzed, he looked at the screen and saw a very familiar name.

[You]: sorry I'll be a bit late. Don't leave without me 😝

He was still in shock when his brother got back to the room, grabbing his things and leaving.

There had to be an explanation for this but…it had been weeks since his brother started to act weird. And, he guessed, that meant weeks since he began to see you. Why were you even in Barcelona?

"Jesus! You scared me", said Fer when he got home at midnight and found his brother waiting for him.

"Are you…are you fucking my ex?"

"You've got to be kidding me".

"What?", asked Pedri, now raising his voice. "You were always weirdly obsessed with her, it wouldn't be a shock".

"Obsessed with her? She's my friend. A friend that literally dated my brother for years. Do you think I was having fantasies about her or something? That'd be sick because she's like a sister to me. And could have literally been a sister if you hadn't done what you did".

"Stop throwing that at me. Don't you think I regret it?"

"Whatever".

"Why is she here?"

"Work. But she doesn't want to see you so leave her alone, ok?"

Pedri understood that but also it hurt. You always managed to avoid him when he went back home and now this.

"Is she ok?"

That question made his brother's gaze soften. "You know? It's the first time in two years you've asked me that".

"I was worried you'd punch me if I mentioned her name".

"She is fine. She's strong, you know that".

"Does she…ever mention me?"

"Yes".

The look on Pedri's face would have made his brother laugh on any other day but this was serious.

"To curse me?"

"No. To ask about you like you just asked about her".

"Cool. Don't worry…I…I won't bother her. I'm glad she has you here to help her. It's a big city".

"Yeah. I'll go to bed now. Good night little bro".

"Night!"

Pedri had never stopped thinking about you. How could he? Losing you was the biggest mistake of his life. It didn't matter how many girls he met because none were you. But he knew you had moved on. He saw you once with another boy when he was back in Tenerife. The memory of you two together, laughing and kissing, still hurt him. But you were doing nothing wrong.

And now you were here, in Barcelona. He wanted to see you but you didn't want to see him. Why force it and hurt you more? He already did enough damage and you deserved so much better than that.

"My brother knows about you".

"How did he find out?"

"He went into detective mode when he noticed me not telling him who I was meeting and ended up putting two and two together".

"It's ok", you said, surprising even yourself because you meant it.

You turned to look at Fer and saw he was thinking.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"My birthday is in a few weeks".

"I know".

"And I'll have a party. I wanted to invite you but obviously I have to invite my brother too".

"Don't worry. We can celebrate just the two of us any other time".

"Why don't you come to the party? He knows you are here and he's respecting you not wanting to meet him. He'll respect my wish to not get close to you at the party".

Now it was your turn to think. It should be an easy decision but it wasn't.

"I'll go. I mean. I'll have to see him again at some point in my life, right? Let's just get it out of the way. And the party is about you, not about me or your brother".

"Thank you. I really wanted you there".

"And there I'll be", you told your friend with a big smile on your face.

A couple of weeks later, you found yourself in the shower, staring at the tiles and thinking about everything that could happen that night. It was only when the water turned cold that you woke up from your daydreaming.

You didn't want to overthink your outfit because that wasn't you. But yet you had seven different options on the bed and were staring at them not knowing what to choose. So you went back to your closet and picked up some jean shorts and a nice top. You wanted to feel like yourself, not like you were making an effort for…who? Pedri? That'd be stupid.

"Hi! You're here!"

Fer ran to hug you, relieved you were actually there. You were always on time so he was worried you wouldn't show up. Not that he would have blamed you.

"I am. Happy birthday! Where should I leave your gift?"

"I'll take it to my room. Yours is special, I don't want to mix it with the others".

You were still smiling at him leaving with your gift when you felt a presence next to you.

"Hi".

"Hi Pedri, you ok?"

"Yes. You?"

You nodded, suddenly incapable of forming words. What did you expect? That seeing your ex-boyfriend after two years would be easy? When your last interaction was him telling you he had cheated on you? Time heals but doesn't make miracles.

"Are you having a good time in Barcelona?"

Was he trying to make small talk with you?

"Yes. It's been good so far".

"Right. Good".

"This is weird".

That made him laugh and seeing him do that made your heart hurt. How many times had you made him laugh? You loved his laugh and his smile. But mostly being the reason why he was happy.

When he noticed you staring, he allowed himself to stare back.

"You're even prettier now. How is that even possible?"

When you looked at him with wide eyes, Pedri noticed he actually said that out loud. But you were thinking the same. He was even more handsome than when he left.

"Sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable".

"It's fine. I'll go find Fer. See you around".

Pedri closed his eyes so he wouldn't see you leaving again. This wasn't the same as last time but it felt like a rejection as well. And what else did he expect?

"You look like you've seen a ghost", said Ferrán.

"I have".

"What?", laughed his teammate.

"My ex is here. She's been here for weeks but avoided me. She's only here today because of my brother".

"Did you have a bad break-up?"

"Yes".

"But you still love her".

He turned to look at his friend and nodded. He never stopped loving you. Probably never will but it was something he had to live with.

You met so many people in one night, it was overwhelming. But Fer only introduced you as his childhood friend, which you were. The only mentions of Pedri came from people asking if you had been friends with him back home. And you just said yes and changed the subject.

"Are you having a good time?"

You turned to see who was speaking to you. The voice didn't sound familiar.

"Yes, thank you".

"I'm Ferrán, I play with Pedri".

"I know, I've seen you when I watch the matches".

"So you watch his matches?"

You nodded and seeing his smile annoyed you. He probably thought you were the idiot ex who couldn't let go and was pinning watching Pedri's matches or whatever.

"He still feels something for you, you know?", you frowned at his words. Why was he telling you this? Did Pedri send him? "Just thought you should know".

"Thanks for the information".

Your attempt to leave was prevented by Ferrán grabbing your arm.

"This is the first time I hear about you. Why?"

"Ask your friend".

"I did and he didn't answer. Someone so important he's still in love with and he never mentions you. It doesn't make sense".

Still in love with? Your breathing was getting faster. Ferrán's words were too much on a day of too many emotions.

"Probably because he doesn't want to tell you why it all ended".

That shut Ferrán up and allowed you to leave. Thankfully, you found Fer quickly and told him you were heading home.

"Did something happen?"

"No", you said, showing him your best smile so he wouldn't worry. "Just really tired. But I had a great time. I'll see you soon for our birthday lunch, ok?"

He nodded, not fully convinced about what you said. So he went to find the only person who could tell him if something had happened.

"Did you talk to her?"

"Yes", said Pedri. "When she got here hours ago. Why?"

"Not recently?", he asked and his brother shook his head. "She left and looked a bit agitated. I thought you two could have fought or something".

"No. Our conversation was a bit weird but not a fight. Last I saw her she was…fuck".

"What?"

"She was speaking to Ferrán".

They both walked towards where their friend was and Pedri pushed him.

"You can never just mind your own business, can you?"

"I was just talking".

"Is that why she left the way she did?", now it was Fer who was confronting Ferrán.

"It's actually a good thing she did".

The brothers looked at him as if he was insane.

"Listen, I told her you still love her…".

"You what?"

"And she got all nervous. Because she loves you. So now you know you should ask her out again".

Pedri closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing.

"It doesn't matter, you idiot. I cheated on her, she'll never want me back. No matter what feelings are left".

"You…oh", now he understood what you meant by how the relationship ended.

After that, the party continued but Pedri could only think of one thing: you. Did you still love him? Despite everything? What did that mean?

He wished you could just give him one chance to speak to you. But he knew it was too much to ask.

People knew you watched all Barça and Spain matches. But what they didn't know was that you also watched the interviews Pedri did. At first, you had avoided them. But lately, you felt as if watching him as if he was someone else helped you move on. Of course, he wasn't just someone else.

While checking Twitter a few days after the party, you spotted a new radio interview Pedri did and wanted to test if watching it after seeing him again was good or not.

You were smiling at the screen because how could you not? He was so charming. That's why even rivals loved him. But then your smile was gone when you heard him say he didn't want to be in a relationship right now.

You didn't know he did that interview before the party or that he only said that because the press wouldn't stop trying to find him a girlfriend. You didn't know that statement excluded you. He wanted a relationship with you. He wanted everything with you.

But you didn't know any of that. Only that Ferrán's words had made you think about maybe talking to Pedri. That you couldn't stop thinking about how his friend told you that Pedri still loved you. But clearly, Ferrán was wrong.

Or that's what you thought anyways.

"I'm leaving!"

"Where are you going? Are you meeting someone?", Pedri ran to the front door to catch his brother before he left.

"Yes. You can guess who".

"Please let me go with you".

"No".

"Fer!", he pleaded.

"I'm not losing her trust in me. You've been a mess since you saw her, little bro. She doesn't need this".

"But I need to see her. To talk to her".

"I'll try to convince her to come back home later. But you're not ruining our plan. She works a lot and deserves to have some free time without whatever drama you bring into her life".

"Has she been ok since the party?"

"No".

And those words made Pedri feel even worse. He didn't want to make you unhappy again. But he couldn't lie and pretend he could let go of you. Not when there was a small chance he could have you back.

“So umm…any plans for dinner?”

Fer’s question surprised you. You were only meeting for coffee.

“Not really. Probably a frozen pizza and a salad to pretend I’m healthy”.

“I could cook for you. You could come home later?”

“There are no away matches”.

The only time you went to their house, apart from the party, was while Pedri was away in Italy.

“I know”.

“You want me to have dinner with you and your brother”.

You could tell how uncomfortable your friend felt asking this of you, which made you consider the idea more.

“He wants to see you”.

“He does?”

Fer nodded and you really didn’t understand what was going on anymore.

“I mean…I guess we could try? It’s not really fair on you to have you divided between us. We’re older now, we should be able to be in the same room like adults”.

So half an hour later, you were on your way to Fer’s house. To Pedri’s house.

“We are back!”

We? Pedri’s heart started to beat so fast. And he didn’t know what to do but he had to go meet you. He couldn’t just stay on the sofa.

“Hi!”

“Hi”, you said back, feeling so out of place but also at home. He still had that effect on you.

“Do you want to help me cook or stay with him?”

“I’ll help you”, you told Fer. That was the safe option.

Pedri didn’t want to bother you but hearing you laugh with his brother was killing him. That used to be what you two did. Why wasn’t it him with you making you laugh in the kitchen?

“Just here to get a drink. I won’t bother you”, he said when he got to the kitchen, using the drink as an excuse.

“Actually, we could use some help”, said Fer and when Pedri saw his expression, he understood he was trying to help him be with you for a little longer.

“What can I do?”

While you and Fer did the actual cooking, Pedri was tasked with peeling potatoes and chopping vegetables. But he got to stand next to you and he could barely believe it was happening.

“Can I have those?”, you asked him, pointing at the carrots.

“Yeah, I’m done with that”, he said, passing the bowl to you. It wasn’t an accident that his fingers touched yours. He did it on purpose. He needed to touch you after so long. Even if it was just like that.

“I’ll be right back”.

When Fer left, the weight of being alone fell on the both of you at the same time.

“It’s great to hear you’re doing well. With your job, I mean”.

“Thank you. You aren’t doing bad yourself”.

“Yeah, I guess”, laughed Pedri. “Thank you for being here. I know it’s not easy for you but I…I’m glad I get to see you and talk to you”.

You nodded.

“I saw you once in Tenerife. When I went back in the summer”.

“What? When?”

“You didn’t see me. You were with someone. Some guy. I obviously just left”.

You didn’t know what he meant exactly but the town wasn’t that big. And neither was the island. It actually surprised you that you hadn’t bumped into him before.

“Have you…are you seeing someone?”, he finally asked.

“No. I’ve never really been with anyone after you. Just you know, casual stuff”.

“Same”.

“I know”, you said, laughing in a way that he didn’t like.

“What do you mean you know? Did my brother tell you?”

“I watched that interview you did saying you didn’t want anything serious, just to have fun. It’s ok, it makes sense”.

You watched his interviews?

“It’s not because of me wanting to just have fun that I haven’t been with anyone else”.

“Why then? Worried you’ll make the same mistakes?”

“No, I was waiting for you”.

His confession made you turn fully to face him.

“Why would you wait for someone you know you’ll never get back?”

“Because the heart wants what the heart wants. It doesn’t have to make sense”, he said. “I knew I wasn’t getting you back but it didn’t stop me from hoping”.

Your eyes were closed now while you tried to process his confession.

“Or I guess I at least hoped for the closure of getting to talk to you. We never got that”.

“No, I guess hearing about what you did made me not want to hear more from you”.

“I don’t have an excuse. I’ve had 2 years to think about it and I still don’t have one. I was stupid. Overwhelmed by everything that was happening and so afraid I was losing you. And then I did the thing that was for sure going to make me lose you”.

“Well, that’s disappointing”, you laughed. “All this time I hoped for a big excuse. You were drunk, she made you do it, you felt like I didn’t support you enough…but there isn’t one”.

“Would you prefer it if there was one?”

“I don’t know, Pedri. I don’t know what I want right now”.

He couldn’t stand seeing the tears in your eyes. Not again. So he pulled you into a hug and when you held onto him instead of pushing him away, he let out a big sigh of relief.

"Why did you lie to everyone making it sound like it was your fault we broke up?"

"I told myself it was because I didn't want people to know I had been cheated on but…I wanted to protect you. I don't know why but I did. Especially from our families".

He had to do it. Now was his moment.

“Give me another chance”, he whispered, holding you tighter. “Please”.

You moved back to look at him, seeing the hope in his eyes, which was the same one that could be seen in yours, and nodded.

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri one shot #pedri angst #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer angst

313 notes · View notes

leseigneurdufeu · 4 months ago

Note

vampire comte de monte-cristo...

I like your mind.

Everything proceeds normally until le château d'if. There, Faria, realizing he will die, decides to give one last secret to Edmond: he is the last of the Spada vampire clan. He bites him and turns him into a vampire, then dies a few months later.

The newfound strength and stamina account for how he survives his escape. Known as Sinbad the Sailor on the Sea, he scours the mediterranean to get even richer. Meets Luigi Vampa, who is at the head of a small convent and a big troop of outlaws, most of which dont know about him being a vampire. Edmond overpowers him and makes him his drone/thrall.

Franz stumbles into monte cristo island. There, it's not the drugs but the hypnosis of Sinbad that makes him fall asleep/faint.

Later on, everyone finding Monte Cristo charismatic or not recognizing Dantes in him are just falling for his glamour again.

Except for Mercedes, because she truly loved him and true love, even unilateral at that point of the story, can break every magic. Or something like that.

Bertuccio is also a vampire, and Benedetto wasnt completely dead yet, but he bit him to save him. He now blames the part of darkness in every vampire (and so himself for springing it to a child with no prior moral education/experience) for his sister's death. Monte Cristo will later dispose of Benedetto/Andrea that liberally because he sees a rogue vampire as a threat to himself.

Despite her begging prayers, he always refused to turn Haydee. He goes into the duel with Albert knowing he cant die (but mercedes saves albert's life). When Valentine is poisoned, the scene goes exactly the same (you have to trust me, even if you were to wake up in a tomb) but he turns her instead of Juliet-ing her. However, since she was so sick, she doesnt turn, she simply survives the poison.

There are multiple people he couldnt save because they dere already dead (his father, Haydee's mother...) or outright refuses to save when able to (Caderousse) but the death of Edouard shakes him and he realizes he's been playing God but acting like a demon.

He finally turns Haydee and they sail into the sunset to travel forever on the sea.

#le comte de monte cristo #the count of monte cristo

24 notes · View notes

rairai-raven · 3 months ago

Text

Theory Time Theory Time!

So with the newest trailer for Sonic X Shadow Generations, I feel like I can confidently say who all of the bosses will be.

To start, the base version of Sonic Generations had 7 boss battles, 3 big bosses (being the Death Egg Robot, Perfect Chaos, and the Egg Dragoon), 3 rival battles (being Classic Metal Sonic, Shadow, and Silver), and the final boss (the Time Eater). For the sake of this theory we're going to assume that Shadow Generations will follow this formula too.

Adding on, all of the bosses that will be presented in this theory will have some form of connection to Shadow, meaning that any bosses that Shadow has not interacted with, even if the boss is popular, will not appear.

And lastly, each of the bosses must have appeared within the game where the stage has originated. Here are all of the stages that have been confirmed as of the Doom Powers trailer.

Radical Highway (Sonic Adventure 2)

Final Chase/Rush (Sonic Adventure 2)

Bullet Station (Sonic Heroes)

Westopolis (Shadow the Hedgehog)

Kingdom Valley (Sonic 06)

Sunset Heights/Park Avenue/Ghost Town/Enemy Territory/City/idk pick a name (Sonic Forces)

Chaos Island (Sonic Frontiers)

Getting the obvious out of the way, we have our 2 confirmed bosses, being the Biolizard and Metal Overlord.

The connection between the Biolizard and Shadow is a no brainer so I won't talk about it, however Metal Overlord is interesting and may be deeper than what most people think.

Bullet Station being the featured stage of Sonic Heroes, and what happens in at the end of Bullet Station?

We find a Shadow Android (followed by Neo Metal Sonic copying Shadow's data). Seeing that Android leads to a currently amnesiac Shadow to question his identity and if he is a clone. And who pray tell was the first one to propagate the misinformation?

Neo Metal Sonic. Even if Eggman himself kept the charade going, Neo Metal Sonic (and by extension Metal Overlord) was the one who started the doubt. By fighting Metal Overlord, Shadow can confidently say that he was wrong about who Shadow is, and the only robotic copy around is the one in front of him.

Deciding who the last big boss has been a toughie, and while there is the obvious, I'll be saving that one for the end. Who do I believe is the best candidate then?

The Knight from Sonic Frontiers. Admittedly this one is more of a stretch, however with the given stages we are shown our pool of potential bosses is slim, but that doesn't mean there isn't a connection. In Sonic Frontiers, the Ancients have fled their home planet and landed on Earth with the Chaos Emeralds. With Shadow being both part alien and having chaos abilites, it's not so far fetched. But here's the kicker.

Gerald has visited Angel Island in the past, along with actually seeing the Master Emerald. And what are heavily connected to the Master Emerald that our Ancient friends have brought? Now everything's coming together. So why the Knight in particular? Mainly because it's on Chaos Island where the fight originally took place. But really any of Sonic Frontiers' main bosses would fit.

Now onto the rival battles! Starting with an easy pick, MEMPHIS TENNESSEE Mephilies.

Despite being erased from existence, Mephiles has played a huge role with helping Shadow assert his identity, choosing to forever protect the world even if it turns against him. And with the Time Eater's shenanigans bringing back Crisis City bringing back the erased God wouldn't be impossible.

Not to mention Kingdom Valley is actually where Shadow first met Mephiles in his campaign, the God using Shadow's shadow as a base for the we all know him as.

The second rival battle I believe will happen is everyone's favorite weakling, Infinite.

Given that Sonic Forces is being represented, the character whose whole identity and image have been shattered by the hedgehog makes sense showing up. Although this leads me to ask, why is Sunset Heights in particular the one that's being represented?

Well, that's where the Shadow Clone appears of course.

This is where we learn that Shadow wasn't a bad guy again and was merely being copied by the Phantom Ruby. Perhaps as an intro cutscene to the fight we could have Shadow see his clone doing bad things, with Black Doom taunting him about his inevitable fate of a creature of destruction, before revealing that it was one of Infinite's clones. Shadow would then fight the creator of the clones as an affirmation of who he is.

Now for the final rival battle, I have two options. The one that will most likely happen, and the one I want to happen. The first option is Emerl the Gizoid.

The Dark Beginnings prologue features Emerl, an ancient robot of destruction who Gerald later rediscovers and creates a soul for it based off of Maria. As the prologue shows, Shadow was there during Emerl's rehabilitation and fights him in Sonic Battle. If what shown in the prologue actually happened on the Ark and is not some sort of hallucination, then this rival battle will show the beginnings of Shadow's good hearted nature as he protects Gerald on behalf of Maria.

Despite there being no Sonic battle stages, the fight itself will most likely be apart of the Space Coloney Arc as shown in the prologue.

However, there is one rival battle I really want to happen. Sonic The Hedgehog.

In Sonic Generations we fought Shadow, so how about we fight Sonic in Shadow Generations? However this time it won't be on the Ark, nonono. Instead, it will be on Prison Island.

Faker rematch time! Bonus points if they redub the beginning cutscene to that fight. Plus, with Shadow Generations taking advantage of the fact the fights can take place in a 3D place (as shown in the Biolizard fight), we could be fighting Sonic in an arena instead of the race in Sonic Generations. Now why do I want the Prison Island fight in particular?

Prison Island is where Shadow does his first truly good thing after reawakening from status. Saving Rouge. While claiming it's for the emeralds, deep down he's a good person at heart, he's just so blinded by rage at this point.

With all the possible bosses listened, there's an interesting theme going on, that being Shadow's identity. With Emerl, Shadow wants to save those he cares for. With Sonic, Shadow proves that he is a good person suffering through grief. With the Biolizard, Shadow recognizes what Maria's wish truly was and defies his creator to see it through. With Metal Overlord, Shadow has seeds planted in his mind wondering if he's an Android. With Mephiles, Shadow asserts that he will always fight even if others don't believe in him. With Infinite, Shadow sees that his future self will never turn to villainy again. With the Knight, Shadow will learn more about his origins.

All of these bosses are connected to Shadow's identity, and who pray tell wants to mess with's Shadow's identity the most?

THE DEVIL FROM THE BIBLE

Black Doom.

All throughout Shadow the Hedgehog he's been gaslighting Shadow into joining his side for his own gain, manipulating the hedgehog with promises of showing him his past that he cannot remember, trying to make Shadow something he's not.

It is my firm belief that we will not be fighting the Time Eater as the final boss, Sonic's got that covered. Instead the final boss will be Devil Doom.

It's the final boss of the hit game Shadow the Hedgehog TM, how can you NOT including him as the final boss of essentially Shadow the Hedgehog 2?

After so long since defeating Black Doom, Shadow has grown and reaffirmed who he, and he's not gonna let dear old dad dictate his life again.

Well that got a bit fanficy at the end! Jokes aside, I hope you enjoy my speculation on who the bosses are and what the potential story could be!

#now to wait two months to see if im wrong :)#as a side note i think it's hysterical that we got foreshadowing about Black Doom's survival in a twitter takeover of all things #sonic x shadow generations #shadow the hedgehog #biolizard #neo metal sonic #metal overlord #the knight #mephiles the dark #infinite the jackal #emerl the gizoid #sonic the hedgehog #black doom

28 notes · View notes