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nezuswritingdesk · 10 days ago

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giliw ko (revised)

Tags: Non-MC F!Reader x Zayne, Reader isn’t MC, Reader uses female pronouns (she/her), Spanish colonial AU! Not historically accurate (look i really tried for it to be accurate but sigh), Zayne, Reader, and Caleb are kids children during this time (around the ages of 7 to 12), appearances of Zayne and readers' parents, OOC Zayne and Caleb???, translations are included in small italics , fluff, different social classes ( this explains why your family works for his)

A/n: hello! I'll be moving my first ever lads fic to this account, I hope you won't mind and I hope you'll like as much as I do. There will be some minor revisions here and there but don't worry I'll keep it close as possible to the original. If you're curious on what the original fic was like ,I'll link it here. Header made by me as well, please don't repost or claim as your own or feed this to AI.

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⋆⁺₊❅。Prologue

Zayne remembered the first time he met you.

He was seven years old when his mother introduced you, after she spent time looking around and asking if there was any child around his age who could get along with his quiet personality.

Luckily, your mother, one of the maids that raised him, had you. As a child, you had long hair, bright eyes that shone under the bright morning light, and skin that glowed under the sun’s comfort.

And you were just around the same age as him. Perfect. You stepped forward and bowed your head.

“Y/N.” You said and glanced up at him, hand stretched out, and waited for him to accept it. “Ano ang pangngalan mo?” What is your name?

Zayne took your hand and hovered his lips above your hand. His mother’s eyes widened, and yours stared in disbelief at his actions but, yet no expression of disdain or anger painted their faces.

“Zayne.” He said, his quiet voice slipped out of his tongue. "Ang pangngalan ko ay Zayne, binibining Y/N. Natutuwa ako makilala ka.” My name is Zayne, Miss Y/N. I'm glad to meet you.

Zayne remembered your bright laughter.

You shook your head at his introduction, and remarked about how formal he sounded for a boy around the same age as you. He tried to defend himself, saying that he wanted to make a good impression but you continued to laugh.

You looked up to your mother and his, and said the same thing. Before your mother can scold you about your mouth and behavior, his laughed.

“Ganyan talaga siya, iha.” He's just like that, my dear. His mother said about her son’s behavior, “Parehas sila ng ama niya.” Just like his father.

Your mother nodded in agreement. “Hayaan mo siya, ‘nak. Kahit ganyan ang kanyang ugali, mabuting siyang bata.” Let him be, my dear. Even if he acts like that, he's a good child.

You looked at Zayne, still standing in front of you. You took his hand in yours , and made a beeline outside. Your small feet passed through their family’s beautiful garden with various flowers, shrubs, and individuals who helped maintain it. You stopped every once in a while to appreciate its beautiful colors and sweet smells. You took a whiff of Jasmines, grabbed fallen Santans, and carried Plumerias in your spare hand, all the while as you dragged Zayne behind.

Running past the garden, you wove through the grass and reached the vast plantation fields.

It was already late in the morning, the plants towered over your small heads as the sun shined down brightly. There were people working on the fields, making sure that the rice being planted can be harvested once the season comes while others took shelter under tall trees. You passed through them all, making sure to give way to yourself and your new friend (despite the sighs of the workers, mainly from your father and grandfather).

Back inside the house, the mothers laughed.

“Ganyan ba talaga ang anak mo?” Is your daughter always like that? Zayne’s mother asked, her voice in disbelief and filled with curiosity. She glanced outside, your silhouettes already gone. Your mother looked up from what she was doing, and nodded.

“Opo, Señora. Ganyan talaga ang anak ko.” Yes Ma'am. She has always been like that. Your mother answered and resumed her cleaning.

Zayne remembered what the first few days of his life was with you in the picture.

Most days, he was quiet, observant, and kept to himself. He liked to read and followed his parents, who were doctors in their small town everywhere. He observed the way they treated patients, going above and beyond to help others in need in their small barrio, despite his family’s social rank.

His father reinforced that social class doesn’t matter when they treated patients. This idea stuck with Zayne as his parents continued to expose him to various people from different ages and social classes but most of the time, he would watch from afar, and witnessed how his parents interacted and treated patients.

But ever since you came…things slowly changed.

He still followed his parents around, but everytime you wanted to play or talk to him, he dropped what he was doing to accompany you. You laughed and talked to him in what little Spanish and mostly Tagalog you knew and he listened, and tried his best to speak in Tagalog, mixing it with Spanish and his father’s tongue .

Most of your days started early as you helped around the house. Your mother and the other maids would give you little tasks to do like cleaning up and wiping down the tables to keep you entertained for a while until Zayne woke up and spent the whole day together with you.

However, your most important task was given by Zayne’s mother, days after you two met and began to get along.

“Iha,” Dear His mother called for you. You stopped playing with Zayne and dusted your skirt the way you saw your mother and women and approached her.

“Opo, Señora?” Yes, Ma'am? Your high-pitched voice replied.

“Masaya ka rito? Kumusta kayo ng anak ko? Narinig ko sa ina mo na palaging kayo naglalaro at tinuturuan ka rin niya magbasa?” Are you happy here? How are you and my son? I heard from your mother that you two play often and he's been teaching you how to read? She asked.

You nodded immediately and began to ramble about the various activities you both liked to do. He taught you how to read and write, and in turn, you taught him to play various kids games you knew and helped him slowly break out of his quiet exterior. His mother nodded along, smiling at your anecdotes.

Once you are done, you realize what happened. You looked down at the ground, trying to avoid her gaze.

“Lo..lo siento, Señora…” I'm...I'm sorry, Ma'am. You whispered. She waved her hand, dismissing it. You glanced upwards and a smile returned to your face.

“Natutuwa ako, iha. Saan magpatuloy ito dahil hindi ko pa nakita na laging ngumiti ang anak ko.” I'm glad its going well, my dear. I hope it continues. I haven't seen my son smile so frequently. She smiled before dismissing you off.

You remember how you two played with each other.

Running outside of his home, your hands intertwined as you ran through the fields. He greeted workers a pleasant morning before you continued to drag him along. Far away from the fields, you both reach a small clearing. It was mostly flat, with several trees standing tall to shade you both.

There you spend your days together, playing and laughing. Zayne teased you and in turn, you teased back. There were days he brought books, and taught you how to read and write your name in the dirt.

In turn, you taught him how to climb a tree (which didn’t go as planned) and how to play the games you knew until lunch comes around and you both head back home.

After lunch, the house was silent. You and Zayne found your own small space in a large house to simply do one thing: to take an afternoon nap before playing with each other throughout the afternoon until dinner.

Some other days had exceptions, but nonetheless, it felt exciting as you two played and knew more about each other. You knew that Zayne likes stray kittens or any feline in general, and hates carrots. He picked at his food whenever there was the sight of it. It was the exact reason why your grandmother, the one who cooks at his family's, removed carrots from his meals. Most of all, you know that you are one of his friends—his only friend maybe, but for the ever quiet and observant Zayne, that was enough.

Besides you being Zayne’s friend, your playmate, a boy around your age named Caleb joined along.

Despite your different backgrounds and families, the three of you did everything together. The problem of social class never bothered you as you were children , barely the ages of 10, enjoying what it's like to be children.

However, that ended one afternoon.

The three of you played at your usual spot. Zayne leaned against the tall tree, Caleb laid down beneath the blades of grass, laughing , and you stood over both boys with a large grin on your face. You gloated about how you finally won against Caleb in a game of tag while he groaned in annoyance and grumbled about your loud and obnoxious behavior.

“Ang ingay…” It's so loud Zayne grumbled teasingly, “Mas tahimik pa ang sanggol kaysa sa iyo." A baby is even more quiet than you.

You glanced up at him. “At ano ka ba?” And what will you be? You retorted, “Isang matandang tao?” An old man?

He sighed.

Silence slowly began to envelope as you joined them and sat down on the grassy fields. The sun had begun to set, a various array of different colors painted the sky. Red bleeds into orange and yellow, with shades of pink appearing to dot the horizon as well.

“Aalis ako dito.” I'm leaving. Zayne said, breaking the silence. You and Caleb paused and looked at him. You stared at him in disbelief, thinking he was kidding.

“Huh?!” You and Caleb spat out, eyes widen from the disbelief of his words. “Bakit?” Why?

“Pupunta ako sa Maynila…at baka naman sa Europa or sa Asya…hindi ko pa alam. Aalis ako para mag-aral ng medisina.” I'm leaving to study Medicine in Manila, or maybe Europe or other parts of Asia. Zayne explained.

Manila was a large place, the crown jewel of the Philippines and the seat of Spanish colonial authority. It is the place where people go to but leave their families behind for a hope of a better life.

Manila is the place where dreamers live, where the tall walls and gates in Intramuros block the rich and known from everyone else. You remember stories about your parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, visiting the city of Manila. You remember how your eyes brightened with excitement as you wanted to know more about her beauty.

Manila is a flame, and all the people flock like moths towards it.

And Europe. The seats of Imperial powers, the place only a lucky few can find themselves in. Only the people with the right connections, money, and privilege can catch a glimpse of her beauty and allure.

If Manila was like winning one small lottery ticket , then going to Europe was like winning the whole casino the small lottery ticket came from.

You and Caleb look at each other.

Zayne was leaving.

You don't know when you'll see him again, or if you'll ever see him either. You kept a straight face, trying not to let the tears from your eyes fall. Caleb got up from the grass and squeezed your hand.

“Talaga?” Really? Your voice said, almost cracking from the shock. “Aalis ka?” You're leaving?

Zayne nodded, confirming his fate and their suspicions.

“Kailan ka babalik?” When will you come back?

Zayne shrugs his shoulders. “H…hindi ko alam kung kailan…” I...I dont know when.

You paused.

He wasn't sure when he's coming back, and you aren't sure if he's even coming back alive in the first place— would he even remember all the times you played together as a trio if he leaves? What if he doesn't come back? You sniffled and tried to wipe the invisible tears from your face.

Caleb was quiet. He stared at Zayne as well, knowing that his departure would break your heart. He doesn't know if he'll be able to live this realization. The realization that Zayne would leave and the group they had made would lose their friend.

He approached closer and pulled you and Zayne into a tight hug.

And that's when you started to cry.

You sobbed and stained everyone's clothes with snot as you sniffled. You wiped your tears, and grumbled a thing or two about the way you're acting. Tears continued to stream down your face as it becomes hard for you to breathe.

Zayne and Caleb noticed your struggle and step away, giving you the needed space.

No words were exchanged between you three as you held each other and cried until sun down. You helped wipe each other's tears before looking back at the direction of home and began to walk home, taking slow steps to absorb one of the last moments you three had together before reality stepped in.

You remembered the day Zayne left.

You helped your mother and the other women clean the house when Zayne approached you, his father standing a bit farther away. He was dressed up nicely, in clothes similar to boys his age and his social circle. His hair was done as well, it's black strands in place. His smile never reached his eyes, his cheeks puffy.

You dusted your skirt, pressed the wrinkled ends of your blouse, fixed your messy hair, and stepped forward.

Standing in front of him was a reminder of the stark contrast between the both of you.

A reminder that in the end, he was a son of the rich doctors of the province.

And you were just an ordinary girl, born to ordinary parents , set out to live an ordinary life.

At least, in the few years that you knew each other, social classes and privilege never mattered.

“Aalis na ako." I'm leaving. He said, and took your hand in his. He lowered his lips against it, and placed a soft kiss. Just like when you first met as children years ago.

You wiped a tear from your eye with your other hand. He let go of your hand and grabbed something from his pocket and handed it to you.

You tilted your head, and stared at the small thing beneath your palms. It was a small flower, its colors faded turning a beautiful white to a soft brown. The sweet smell laced lightly across its small petals. You held the small flower on the palm of your hand and smiled.

“Ang Ganda…" Its beautiful... You whispered in amazement. He nodded.

“Kagaya sa iyo, at pinapangako ko na bibigyan kita ng maraming magandang bulaklak sa pagbalik ko…”Just like you, and I promise you that when I return, I'll give you many more beautiful flowers. He whispered, only low enough for the both of you to hear.

His father called for him. Zayne looked away from you and returned to his father’s side. You waved goodbye and saw them leave the house, their silhouettes became smaller as they got into a carruaje and disappeared beyond the horizon.

You glanced down at the flower again, and placed it inside your pocket, patting it gently before getting back to work.

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