#HECTOR 💕💕💕

[ikram1909]

Gavi getting mad really is this club's favourite source of entertainment 😭😭

[mediocreheartt]

(through gritted teeth) I want that vent so bad

[lieutenantselnia]

F/o list meme because I miss posting about them but don't have all to much energy for other stuff currently, so memes it is😂 I lowkey wanna do more of these alignment chart memes now (both self ship and others), they're just fun :D

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[slashingdisneypasta]

The fact that Geoffrey Rush, a.k.a Hector Barbossa, is Australian is bringing so much joy XD 💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛

[granitxhka]

this is like the 5th time this year that i’ve had the best day of my life omg never kys

[lieutenantselnia]

Not sure if this is open to reblog for anyone so I hope this is alright, but here are some of my darlings👉👈 Unfortunately I didn't draw that much this year because I was awfully busy with university projects and later on my internship, plus I did struggle with art block at times, but I have a few pictures that I really love!

I still really like this drawing of Selina and Heinz I did back in April, especially because Selina turned out so good here (like, she actually looks how I perceive myself). Idk I feel like I never nailed her look like this in any of my drawings afterwards😭 I hope I can get there again because I feel like I improved on other aspects of my art though!

Another drawing I really like is this of Davy and Selena, I like the calm vibes of the scene and how the expressions came out here, it feels so emotional and loving💕 Also given it was my first time drawing Davy he turned out surprisingly decent I think.

These two are probably my favourites out of them <3 As I didn't draw that much, the following ones are pretty much ... all other selfship drawings I did the past year xD But I'm glad that almost all of my mains got some attention💕 (except for the Horned King😭 I've only had him as an f/o for about two months though, I really hope I can finally learn how to draw him soon!)

OMGGGG HAPPY NEW YEARS SELF SHIP TUMBLR HURRAYYYYY :))))

Since its gonna be the new year soon, I wanted to do a silly fun question + a way to show everybody your ships + JUST AN OVERALL LOVE/GUSH FOR THE SHIPS YOUVE HAD THIS YEAR :))

So reblog and show off art of your ship you made this year that you feel proud of/love a bunch! It can either be one you did or commissioned art! :) if you don’t do art, reblog and show off your blorbos of 2023/your blorbos just to gush before 2023 ends ^_^

[pr0shippers dni!!]

[barcapix]

Hello! I love your AU’s so could you do a gavi sister AU where hector flirts with her and gavi gets really mad. I love you🙂

✮ Riddle Me This - Hector Fort

hector fort x gavira!fem!reader

sy: in some moments where hector has a crush on his teammates sister, and can’t help but express it. even if that could cause a feud.

a/n: i enjoyed this!! so grazie and a lil rushed (ts corny af‼️)

faceclaim: maria gabriela

warnings: nada but is it just me who cringes at like all of their work how do i make it stop no borax no glue

ynuser

📍saint-tropez, france.

[c: feeling pink this spring 🌸🐷]

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user: HER BODY IS TEAAA 😍

username: i lowk ship her with hector (tell me sm1 else sees the vision🙏🏿)

anonymous: rule no.1, never skip a y/n insta dump

itsnicolewallace: 😍

hctorforrt_: unrelated but you’re cute wanna go out sometime?

ynuser: i’d have to ask permission from my brother butt

pablogavi: (@hctorforrt_) yeah no

anonymous12: raw ah ah ah or wtv lady gaga said

anon1: how is she single wtf

hctorforrtpriv: not for long

user78: HELLO?? HECTOR TRYNA ASK HER OUT LMAO??

user65: bro thinks he has a chance

anonymous: good day to be a lesbian

kacijay: imagine waking up and having this face. jealous !! (liked by ynuser)

ynuser: 🔄🔄🔄

username: if summer was a girl

missus_swimsuits: scrolling feels like a divorce

lauraabla: mädchen, komm nach hause zurück. unsere kinder vermissen dich😔 (liked by ynuser)

hctorforrt_

📍unknown

[c: la primera cita fue bien🥷]

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barbarito__: 🔥🔥🔥

ferminlopez_: don’t let pablo see this .

hectorsbiggestfan: his biceps in the first picture.. just ONE BITE HECTOR PLS🧎‍♀️‍➡️

user89: gf reveal when??

anonymous : i’m not breathing until u reply

paucubarsi: aren’t you the geek who’s prying on pablo’s sister

joaofelix79: let’s be real. who doesn’t have a fat crush on y/n gavira ??

hctorforrt_: (@joaofelix79) watch your mouth

anon: its so sweet to soft launch us hector💕

anonymous10: FIRST DATE ?! WHO WHAT WHEN

usernameloz: do the barça boys know something we don’t? 😭

anon984: get a load of this guy IM TRYINGGG

randomuser: the camera man needs a RAISE

anon: woman*

ynuser: long overdue dump🙄 (liked by hctorforrt_)

hctorforrt_: don’t get so needy bebé

pablotorree: (@hctorforrt_) my stomach did the thing !! (vomit)

raphinha: creu que ho té a la bossa després d'haver tingut set en una publicació🤣

user: wasn’t this the guy drooling over y/n’s post like a week ago??

user1: mission successful or what

user2: simping does.. work?? dylan o’ brien im coming4u

fcbarcelona: 💙❤️💙❤️

marcbernal_: there’s no way he pulls this off.. surely?

pauvictor_: if he does we might have to sue for criminal charges for pulling someone out of his league

ynuser

📍milan, italy.

[c: bella italia 😋🇮🇹🥪]

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user82: MY WIFE EVERYONE BACK AWAY

anonymous: girls in THE fashion city and spends it eating

user: how i imagine aphrodite

random: is it true ur now a wag?? 😪

alexandrasaintmleux: the most gorgeous!! ferrari suits you amour ❤️ (liked by ynuser)

username3: are we going to address the elephant in the room??

anon92: if i die i wanna be incarnated as her child idc (even will accept being her pillow)

arthur_leclerc: oh salut, nouvelle mascotte de ferrari🥰

hctorforrt_: idk what you just said but get out of my girlfriends likes

pablogavi: (@hctorforrt_) last time i checked she wasn’t your gf

ferrantorres: entonces tu difunto hermano🤣

username: (@hctorforrt_) my clingy talking stage be like:

anon1: do you take pet applications? asking for a friend.

pablopaezinfantes: 🥰🥰🥰 (liked by ynuser)

ynslawyer: i KNOW hector was bouta kick off until he realised 💀

usersame: oh to be this level of pretty

hctorforrt_: hot hot hot did i mention your hot?

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ynuser

📍carrer de calàbria, barcelona

[c: did someone call for snow angels?🪽]

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hctorforrt_: i think i found my future wife

ynbsf: i think i might gag

anonymous: THE FUR COAT, THE CAMERA.. THE BACKDROP?? THIS IS EVERYTHING & MORE

fcbarcafan: hector we know ur lurking there somewhere

username2: i need to be her gf THIS INSTANT

anon90: MAMMA MÍA HECTOR BETTER LOCK ME UP BC SHES HAWWTT

hctorforrt_: i believe i called

alejandrobalde: i did first què?? (liked by ynuser)

hctorforrt_: (@alejandrobalde) errr i don’t see you as competition but fuck off

pablogavi: (@hctorforrt_) THATS MY JOB so ale i wanted to tell you to back away

anonymous1: WHYS THEFE A RANDOM FIGHT HERE

hctorforrt_: @ynuser a little help here?

username4: this is my gay awakening

user6: CAN HECTOR FIGHT ALL OF US

random: now WHAT is she doing in barcelona 😒

hctorforrtpriv: i swear i just had pants on

pablogavi: I STILL KNOW ITS U?! have you not learnt your lesson yet

marccasado: grown ass man btw🥀

anonymous3: ohh hector i understand you🙂‍↕️

aurorapaezg: muuuy bonita💓💓✨(liked by ynuser)

hctorrfort_ story

[c: desperate need for medical attention. @ynuser if you can hear me, save me]

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ynuser: oh te salvaré, mi amor. sabía que tenía que ser el caballero de brillante armadura

ansufati: acabo de recibir vergüenza ajena😬

pablogavi: esta es tu última advertencia

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[c: rising model, y/n gavira, has gained a new name for herself with her debuting influencer career, which has grown from 3.6M to a whopping 11.9M. click below for more 👇]

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username: they had adriana lima , we have y/n gavira😭🩷

user: belleza españolaaaa😍

anonymous10: SHES ALWAYS IN HER PRIME

user: y/n nation, we’ve come such a long way🥹

anonymous: Y/N MENTIONED?!

user8: shes so fine, she got that once ina life time face😭

user: move aside guys 🫷🫸

alejandrobalde: #plottingonthat

lamineyamal: out of all places i could spot you..

user123: not hector commenting here as he knows gavi wont check this post

anonymous6: hector has to be soooo funny cause no way he pulled this

username: HERE BEFORE HECTOR

anonymous0: y/n gavira the woman you areee

hctorrfort_: i don’t consent for you posting my wife @voguemagazine

anonymous8: nurse he’s awake !

anon: i don’t know if i want to be her or be with her

username999: de ninguna manera hizo esto🤨

random: vogue cover when ?!

username123: no man deserves this

ynuser

🎵 🎶 taylor swift - but daddy i love him.

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pablogavi: @ynuser PRENDI IL TELEFONO

user: ts not halloween stop playing tricks on us

anon9: this is sooo lana coded and i’m here for it

aurorapaezg: welcome to the family hector💕💕

hctorforrt_: been dreaming of those five words

pablogavi: he’ll NEVER be apart of this family hell no

lamineyamal: (@pablogavi) denial is a river in egypt 😶

pablogavi: i swear to fucking god YOU HAVE A PHONE FOR A REASON SO PICK UP!!

marcguiu9: reasonable crashout

paucubarsi: (@marcguiu9) MARC NOWS NOT THE TIME

username: guys this is fake, we’re actually married with three kids and a joint bank account

mikkeykiemney: DIBS ON MAID OF HONOUR 🙋🏼‍♀️ (liked by ynuser)

anonymous67: congratufuckinglations

hctorforrt_: whose sexy hand is that??

ynuser: 🙄🙄

pablogavi (@ynuser) AM I INVISIBLE? you better have your front door unlocked (threat)

username9: y/n look into the camera if you need help!

random: mother is in her lover girl era🫶🏼🫶🏼

pablogavi: that better not be who i think it is

hctorforrt_: oh it is😏

anonymous2: IS THAT HECTOR? NO WAY I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A RUMOUR

username: gossip pages my biggest enemy fr IT IS HIM

ansufati: @alejandrobalde 🤣🤣🤣

alejandrobalde: so @ynbsf you single?

ynbsf: (@alejandrobalde) for you… ?no

taylorswift: new album cover??? (liked by ynuser)

username3: NOOO THIS CANT BE IT WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS💔💔 (im talking about you y/n)

sohaiib.22: chill bro she’s all yours

aurorapaezg: personally i love this te amo hermana 😘❣️

pablogavi: of course you would wouldn’t you? HAVENT YOU MET THE GUY?? pls our sister is in danger

javi_begnies: (@pablogavi) chill she’s not 16 anymore

ynuser: (@aurorapaezg) muchas gracias mi favourite sibling 🥰

pablogavi: (@ynuser) i’m right here

anonymous: forget the industrial revolution, this is what we’ll learn about in years to come: hectors simpfest

ynbsf: so when’s the wedding? (liked by ynuser)

pablogavi: on my watch, never.

pedri: what if you don’t watch?

pablogavi: (@pedri) then until im alive (ill outlive hector so its fine)

pedri: (@pablogavi) what if you die tommorow ?

ferrantorres: yeah pablo what if you die tommorow?

pablogavi: (@ferrantorres) then i’ll come back as a spirit and haunt them so they never get together

user2: after all this you could only soft launch? (he’s mine)

marcguiu9: the first time he’s touched a woman. #tanorgulloso

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[ikram1909]

Just a glimpse from the barça daycare 😭😭❤️

[obvithe-bestsoph]

Hi pookie 👀

Hear me out, Hector and reader getting caught making out in his backseat by a police officer cuz their lights maybe were on or something like the embarrassment and the obvious puffy lips and blushes like yk what I mean pookie?

Byee 💕

papá's couch.

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a/n: sorry that i changed the request, but instead of police I made it his parents lol. genre: fluff/suggestive. warnings: they're making out, but nothing graphic.

summary: thinking there's no one else in the house, you and hector decide to have some fun on his parent's couch... only to get caught.

You're not supposed to be here.

Well, okay, you are supposed to be here. You’ve been officially invited to the Fort household for dinner and a movie, which sounds cute and innocent enough. You even brought dessert, like a proper guest. Héctor’s mamá smiled and kissed your cheek in greeting, and his papá gave you a nod from the kitchen, beer in hand and an apron tied loosely over his Barça hoodie.

Everything was chill. Cozy.

But then dinner ended. His mamá took a call from a friend, his papá went out to walk the dog, and suddenly, you and Héctor were left alone in the living room. Dim lights. Warm blankets. A romcom you barely paid attention to.

It started with you teasing him. Something about how he got teary-eyed during the last movie you watched together. He denied it, obviously. Called you dramatic. Said he was just “hydrated.” Which, honestly, made zero sense but had you laughing anyway.

Then he kissed you to shut you up.

And you let him.

And then you didn’t want him to stop.

Now his hands are on your waist, your legs tangled with his on the couch, and your brain’s moving in molasses because all you can focus on is the way he’s kissing you like he’s starving. Héctor always kisses like that. All in, no hesitation, like he needs you to feel every part of him that wants you.

Your fingers are tangled in the back of his curls, your chest rising fast against his hoodie, and your mouth is probably swollen, but you couldn’t care less. His hand slides under the hem of your shirt, and your breath catches, but not in a scared way. Just in a ‘god, that feels good’ kind of way.

You shift slightly under him, arms around his neck, and mumble against his mouth,

“Héctor…”

“Mhm?” he says, not even pretending to pull away.

“Your papá’s gonna be back soon.”

“Don’t care.” He kisses you again.

You let him. Again.

But, like, of course, that’s when the door opens.

Of course, that’s when the sound of jingling keys and sneakers on tile cuts through your very hot, very not PG moment.

You freeze. Héctor’s mouth is still barely brushing yours. His hands are suspiciously still under your shirt.

And then you hear it, 

His papá’s voice, all casual and oblivious:

“Hola! The dog pooped twice, which feels unnecessary but-”

He steps into the living room.

And stops dead.

Time screeches to a halt.

You and Héctor jerk apart like teenagers in a coming-of-age movie. Which, to be fair, is basically what this feels like. You scramble to sit up, yanking your shirt down and trying not to look like someone who was just minutes away from completely losing her mind on her boyfriend’s couch.

Héctor just kind of blinks. Red-faced. Breathing way too fast.

His papá stares. Then blinks. Then narrows his eyes.

Nobody says anything.

You feel your whole body turn into one giant blush. Your lips tingle in a very ‘I’ve-been-kissed-with-a-lot-of-intention’ kind of way. You can feel them, puffy, warm, stupidly obvious.

You glance at Héctor, and yep. He’s just as wrecked. Hair messy, mouth flushed, pupils still dark like he hasn't emotionally processed the fact that his father just walked in.

“Oh,” his papá says slowly. “Cool.”

Héctor clears his throat. “Hi.”

His papá raises a brow. “Hi.”

The air is thick with ‘oh my god, please let a sinkhole open beneath me’.

You shift awkwardly, trying not to touch Héctor, even though your thigh is still very much pressed against his.

His papá walks a few steps in, eyes darting from Héctor to you and back again. “I thought we agreed, no funny business in the common areas.”

“We weren’t,” Héctor starts, then visibly gives up. He rubs the back of his neck and sighs. “Yeah. Lo siento.”

You open your mouth to say something. Apologize? Laugh? Evaporate? Even you’re unsure.

But his papá just chuckles. “Next time, maybe wait ‘til you’re actually alone. Just a thought.”

You want to die.

And then, like the universe hasn’t already punished you enough, Héctor’s mamá walks in from the hallway, phone still in hand.

“What’s going on?”

His papá looks at her, deadpan. “Your son was trying to repopulate the Earth.”

You swear your soul leaves your body.

“Héctor!” she gasps.

“Mamá!” he groans, dragging his hands down his face. “Seriously?”

You whisper, “Can I go home now?” into his shoulder.

He whispers back, “You’re never going to look either of them in the eye again, are you?”

You shake your head.

His mamá, mercifully, tries to smooth it over. “They’re teenagers, love. It happens.”

“Yes, but not on the couch I nap on,” his papá mutters.

Héctor rolls his eyes.

It’s quiet again. But not in a good way. In the ‘so tense you could slice it with a butter knife way’.

Finally, his papá claps his hands together and announces, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see anything. You two can watch your movie. Just…” he looks directly at Héctor, “keep it G-rated, yeah?”

Héctor nods. “Yes, sir.”

“And maybe ice your face or something. You look like you lost a fight with a vacuum.”

You bury your face in your hands and wish for death.

When both parents retreat, his papá back to the kitchen and his mamá to the upstairs hallway, you and Héctor sit there in stunned silence.

He finally leans over, nudging your shoulder. “So…”

You side-eye him. “So…”

He smiles. A little too smug for someone who just got humiliated in front of his father. “That was hot, right?”

You hit him with a pillow. “Shut up.”

He laughs, ducking and grabbing your wrist before you can swing again. He tugs you closer, pulling you into his side, and you roll your eyes even though you don’t fight him on it.

“You’re the worst,” you mumble.

“Maybe.” He kisses your temple, softer this time. “Still worth it.”

You sigh into his hoodie, heart still racing from the adrenaline. “I’m literally never coming over again.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Not after that.”

“My parents like you.” He grins. “A little too much, apparently.”

You glare up at him. “If your papá makes another joke about us ‘repopulating the Earth,’ I’m breaking up with you.”

“No, you won’t.”

You groan. “Why are you so confident?”

“Because you’re still cuddled up with me after getting caught red-handed. That’s real love, cariño.”

You hate how right he is.

You also kind of love it.

[lieutenantselnia]

Technically all of my mains are Disney villains (or at least antagonists at some point), but it actually took even myself a while to realise that because they belong to different "departments" within Disney and none of them is like, one of the classic Disney villains - except for the Horned King maybe, but he's still one of the lesser known ones (🥲).

Anyways here are my terrible men🥰

DISNEY SELF SHIPPERS WHERE YOU AT!!! REBLOG THIS WITH YOUR SILLY DISNEY GOOBERS I WANNA SEE EM

Proship DNI this post is not for you

[lieutenantselnia]

At this point I feel like the common denominator for my fictional crushes is actually just "people with cool ships"😂

I have a total of 15 romantic f/os on my list as of now (counting mains and secondaries/crushes), and there's already 4 of them who hold the title "Admiral", or at least did so at some point in their life.

Thrawn, who even becomes a Grand Admiral later on, commands the Imperial-class star destroyer Chimaera (plus he is also in command over the entire 7th Fleet). Ar'alani, who has the heavy cruiser Steadfast. Piett, who reaches the rank of Fleet Admiral later, commands the Executor-class super star destroyer Executor - this ship is fuckin 19km long I kid you not - (plus he is second in command next to Darth Vader over the Death Squadron). And finally Norrington, who commands the lineship Dauntless (I know he used to command other ships too but I think the Dauntless could count the most as "his" ship even though he was still commodore back then).

~~~

Not taking a specific rank it's even more than twice the number: of course Captain Barbossa (who captained both the Black Pearl and later also the Queen Anne's Revenge) and Captain Davy Jones (with the infamous Flying Dutchman), but also Commodore Karyn Faro (even though she served as Thrawn's second in command aboard the Chimaera for the most part of her story and didn't have her "own" ship, she was supposed to take over command of the 11th Fleet when she got promoted - possibly a promotion to admiral would have followed eventually as well, however it's unclear if she was able to depart to her new station before the battle of Lothal and what her further fate was). I'm also counting General Grievous and Lieutenant Lyste in because even though it wasn't always the only thing they did, commanding a ship was an important aspect in their respective careers at some point (for example when Grievous commanded the Malevolence).

So, somehow almost two thirds of my entire f/o list happen to be people who command ships, and I don't quite know what to make of that xD

[universefcb]

Can you do Hector fort x reader?

Something like where reader and him go shopping and it’s all chaotic and cute. At the end of day he’s all exhausted and just lays down on the bed and doesn’t want to do this ever again 💕

"We were just going to buy some soap"

→ Pairing: Hector Fort X fem!reader

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Fluff, confort.

→ Author's note: I'M ALREADY CRAZY WITHOUT BARCELONA GAMES 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

It was supposed to be quick.

Thirty minutes at most, just to buy a few things for the apartment. Soap, laundry detergent, maybe a new toilet brush, and at most one or two extra items that they really needed. But it was hard to stick to any plan when she was around with that gleam in her eye that turned any mundane outing into some kind of epic quest.

And there he was, at the third market of the day, pushing an already full cart, while trying to understand how someone could spend twenty minutes choosing between two types of clothes pegs.

“This one smells like strawberries, Héctor. Strawberry.”

He raised an eyebrow, showing no reaction.

“Are we going to hang out the clothes or do aromatherapy?”

“Life is made up of details, handsome,” she replied, throwing the scented package into the cart with a smug smile.

At the decor store, the situation got worse — or better, depending on your point of view. She disappeared for a moment and came back with a pillow shaped like a giant turtle. Green, cute, completely useless. But lovely.

“What’s that for?” he asked, already anticipating the answer.

“It’s not ‘why’. It’s ‘why not’?

He couldn't help but smile. In the end, the turtle went with them. So did the set of small jars with bamboo lids, three candles (one of them in the shape of a star), a cheese grater that she thought was 'too elegant to leave in the drawer' and a toothbrush holder that looked like it had come out of a Scandinavian catalogue.

The checkout line seemed endless. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders as they waited, resting his chin on the top of her head with a long sigh.

“Never again,” he muttered. “We’ll never do that again.

“You said that last time.”

“And I’ll say it next time too.”

Hours later, the apartment door closed with a soft thud. Héctor dropped his bags on the living room floor, kicked his sneakers off somewhere, and went straight to his bedroom, without ceremony. When he reached the edge of the bed, he let his body fall face down with the weight of someone who had crossed the desert.

“I am dead.”

She came right behind, still with the turtle bag in her arms, her hair a little messy, a slight tired smile on her lips.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I was questioned by a lady in the candle aisle because I took the last lemon diffuser. Did you see the look on her face?”

“It smelled like revenge,” he replied, dropping the pillow on the floor and carefully climbing into bed.

He didn't even move, arms spread wide, face buried in the mattress.

That's when she climbed up his back slowly, with the naturalness of someone who had done it a thousand times. First her knees were on either side, then her legs crossed over his waist, her arms resting on his back, and finally she sat on his ass as if he were a living armchair.

“This isn’t helping my energy levels,” he muttered, still motionless.

“But it helps my mood.”

She leaned forward, her nose touching the back of his neck, and whispered affectionately:

“You are the cutest boyfriend in the world. And resilient. A true department store warrior.”

He let out a muffled laugh against the mattress.

“Warriors also cry.”

She settled herself more comfortably on top of him, resting her face against his back now, her hands playing with the collar of his shirt. The silence settled in slowly, comfortably. The kind of silence that only exists between two people who love each other even on the most exhausting days.

“It was worth it,” she said softly.

“For the turtle pillow?”

“For everything. It was a day with you.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. And even though he was crushed, exhausted and feeling his body asking for help, he smiled.

“Okay… but next time, we’ll just buy the soap online.”

She bit his shoulder lightly, laughing.

“Not funny.”

He turned his face to the side, still without the strength to get up.

“Totally. But I love you. Even when you drag me around for three hours looking for jars with bamboo lids.”

She smiled against his skin.

“I love you too. Especially when you carry all the bags and still smile kindly at the attendant who hands you useless pamphlets.”

“Themselves”

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[mickyschumacher]

Omg your Toni fic is soooo cute your writing is so lovely 💕

Can you make something for Hector fort?

He meets this barista at a cafe and starts always visiting to see her and one day he asks for her number but she doesn’t give it to him thinking he’s just like a player or something and he starts showing efforts and he waits for her after her shift like she leaves out the door and he’s just standing there

Love yaa 💜

[OUT OF MY LEAGUE!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: a local café is now hector's favourite for no particular reason. or in which you debate whether dating a new customer is truly a bad idea or not.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: strangers to... somethings, loads of fluff, reader is kinda hesitant, hector is down badddd, speaking of which - bad humour, two cuties overall// poorly proof read as usual ♡���

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: hector fort x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.4k

𝐀/𝐍: sorry it took so long! i did half and then procrastinated the rest ngl! hope it lives up to your expectations!! i really enjoyed writing this one in the end. it was so cute so thanks for requesting ♡︎

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

In all honesty, Hector was far from a coffee guy. It was alright. The European in him could drink espresso. Even then, there was no reason for him to be in a coffee shop. But ever since Gavi took him to the coffee shop a couple of shops outside of the training grounds, Hector had been going almost every day.  

The reason behind it was entirely you.  

You were a barista at the coffee shop, somewhat new according to Gavi. You had been there for a couple of months now, working the morning to lunch shift.  

Hector didn’t notice you at first (a crime on his part but Gavi and him were swamped with fans asking for photos and signatures). The big coffee machine had enveloped you, allowing you to hide from him. Her heard you before he saw you. A sweet melodic laugh in the air, inciting joy from the locals inside of it. It soothed him instantly. 

Hector waited at table as Gavi ordered him a drink – a vanilla latte, something his girlfriend had put him on. Whatever it was, he was sure he wouldn’t like it. While he waited, his eyes searched for the owner of that sweet laugh. The sound was replaying in his head. His ears perked up. He could hear it again. A small giggle this time.  

He turned his head a bit, finding a kid a metre away from the coffee machine. And there you were. In all your glory.  

You were positively beaming at the kid, handing him a hot chocolate while telling her to make sure to brush her teeth. The small child nodded enthusiastically, thanking you loudly by saying your name.  

Hector repeated your name in his head. He tried sounding it out aloud under his breath. He liked it. It matched you entirely. It had the essence of you all over it. He could see your essence the way he saw you.  

Beautiful.  

Hector could tell you were exhausted. Your tied up hair poking out here and there, showing signs of work grease. The shirt with stained syrups, milk, and coffee. But you were still smiling through it. 

Absolutely gorgeous.

So gorgeous he couldn't muster up the courage to talk to you that day. Gavi would probably watch him and in all honesty, that was a whole new level of performance anxiety.

The next morning, however, Hector had decided to come in early, before your morning rush and early enough that Flick wouldn't even fathom the idea of him being late.

Hector reminded himself to breathe when you appeared at the till, greeting him with your usual smile.

"Morning," you chirped, "how are you today?"

Hector blinked, not prepared for this part of the conversation. "Uh, good, thank you. How about you?"

You nodded slowly. "The weather's good so I'm good," you quipped with a small smile, trying to maintain a customer-friendly amount of eye contact with him before you fizzled away. "So... what can I do for you today?"

"Um..." Hector pursed his lips, before breathing slowly. "Um, I was wondering if you could recommend a drink to takeaway? I don't usually really drink coffee."

You hummed in thought. A classic challenge: changing a person's life with caffeine. "You could try our matcha. It's a type of green tea from Japan," you informed after spotting the blank look on his face.

"What's your favourite?" Hector asked, eyes keenly focused on you.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to break eye contact with him. "Uh... me? I'm as simple as they come. A hot chocolate never fails me," you shrugged.

Hector nodded, hand slightly tapping the counter with his card. "Then I'll have that," he affirmed with a small proud smile.

You pressed your lips together, preventing a grin from sprawling onto your face. "Are you sure? You don't need energy for your training sessions?" You asked, putting the card machine in front of him.

Hector furrowed his brows, pressing his card against the reader. "How could you tell?" He asked, walking to the other side of the coffee machine, watching you prepare his drink.

You chuckled, pouring some chocolate syrup into a paper cup. "I mean..." you trailed off, staring at his attire that gave the whole thing away.

"Oh," Hector opened his mouth, ears flushing slightly. Never had he ever wanted to crawl into a hole as much as he did now. He cleared his throat, leaning on the machine lightly. "Do you watch?"

You grabbed a bottle of milk from the fridge, pouring it into a jug. Purging the wand of the machine, you quickly began steaming the milk. You shrugged, feeling the heat pour into the jug, "Occasionally."

Hector nodded. "Have a favourite player?" He asked, hoping that wasn't the most obvious thing he had ever said.

You blinked, suppressing the urge to raise a brow. Why would he ask something like that? You stopped steaming the milk, cleaning the wand before you started pouring the milk into the cup. "Uh... Pedri, maybe?"

You sneaked a look over at his face, preventing a small smile at his disappointed expression. "Oh... yeah, yeah, Pedri's great."

You grabbed the small shaker, dusting some chocolate powder onto the drink before you put the lid on. "You don't play often?"

Hector clenched his jaw. Him and Flick weren't particularly on the best terms right now. He internally sighed, giving you a small smile. "Not as much as I'd like."

You pressed your lips together, immediately knowing you had said the wrong thing. "Sorry to hear that... uh..." you apologised, handing him his hot chocolate.

Hector only grinned. "It's Hector," he filled in, "And it's okay. At least I have your hot chocolate."

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Strangely enough, Hector had become a regular in your workplace in the course of a few weeks. And every time he came in, your co-workers would stand, wiggling their eyebrows at you.

You could only roll your eyes.

"¡Buenos díaz!" Hector greeted, rolling in as usual.

Ignoring the nosy stares from your co-workers, you only smiled at Hector, as your friend took his order while you finished setting up some of the tables.

"Do I even have to ask now?" Your friend joked, putting his order through the till.

Hector chuckled softly, head turning to watch you come back to the machine. He thanked your friend before walking to the machine as he had been doing for the past few days. "You're not going to say good morning to me today? I'm hurt," he dramatically sighed, shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes, filling his cup with chocolate syrup. "Hola, Hector. Buenos díaz. ¿Qué tal?" You queried ever so sweetly.

Hector grinned at your words, heart beating faster at your warm smile. "Pretty good. Flick and I sorted everything out."

You lifted your head as you poured the milk, eyes slightly widening. Things had been tense with Flick, according to the football player. It had even escalated to rumours of him leaving Barça. So this was... "Hey, that's amazing!" you smiled.

"Thank you." Hector rubbed his neck almost awkwardly. How was it you always made him so nervous? "Uh... how are your night classes going?"

Hector had learned you mostly had evening classes in your first year of university, which was why you worked the morning to lunch shift.

You sighed, feeling your shoulders drop at the mention of any form of education. "The work is piling up... so much to do. I can't wait for our break," you joked.

A frown washed onto his face. "You should take some time out for yourself. Take care of yourself."

You smiled softly at his concern as you finished steaming the milk. "I will, I promise."

You fell into a comfortable silence while you finished off his drink. "So listen..." Hector breathed, chewing on his bottom lip. Grabbing his drink, his eyes held yours, "I was wondering if I could get your number? Maybe hang out when you're free?"

Your skin warmed instantly, eyes falling do the counter. You could hear your co-workers poorly whisper between themselves. You idly cleaned your counter, before looking up with a small sigh.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea," you admitted, wincing at the flicker of hurt flashing through his eyes. "You're a football player, Hector... from what I know, it means I'm not the only one."

Hector stayed silent momentarily, unsure of what to say. With certainty, he would've liked to say that all the other football players were assholes. 'It's okay. I understand," he smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

You blinked in confusion, nodding idly as you watched him wave goodbye while he left.

What on earth had just happened?

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Hector hadn't brought up what had happened the following day nor had he after the weekend. He came in with Gavi on one occasion, alone for all the rest.

But something was different.

You couldn't really put your finger on it. But it was like Hector had become... you weren't quite sure if helpful was the right word but it's all you could think of.

Hector would come in the mornings, entertaining your co-workers and your usual morning regulars, quickly becoming some of the local grandmothers' favourite.

He'd become a bit witty, telling you he'd only take his hot chocolate with "a side of your smile." In return, you had purposely frowned, only making him laugh. Hector had even served a few coffees if his hot chocolate was taking a bit longer than usual. And if he was really early, he'd even take out all the tables for you.

Hector had become such a constant in your life that you were surprised when he hadn't shown up one morning. Even your co-workers were surprised.

"No Hector? What? Are pigs falling?" Your friend joked with a raised brow, looking at the time on her watch.

You smiled slightly, trying to ignore the small press of concern on your heart. Starting the day without his usual comments and bright smile felt strange. The day had even gone slower than usual.

And of course, today you were the one closing after taking over a sick co-worker's shift.

You let out a tired sigh, eyes raking over the empty café, mentally checking off whether everything had been done. Deciding it was, you finally turned off all the lights, setting the alarm before leaving through the door.

You were about to grab the keys from your purse to lock up when you spotted the face you had been wanting to see all day.

"Hector?" You queried, eyeing the male standing in front of you with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Buenas tardes," he smiled.

You furrowed your brows, continuing to lock the door. "What are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you." He said it so simply like it was obvious.

"How did you know I was closing?" You laughed gently, finally locking the door before walking towards him.

"I saw you on the way out from practice," he shrugged. "I wanted to wait."

Your eyes softened. You were sure he was even more tired than you were. He could've been home by now. "Thank you," you said, giving him a warm smile.

Hector shook his head, saying it was nothing. The both of you walked quietly to the car park, going over your day for one another.

"I didn't see you this morning. Did you have something going on?" You asked, eyes focused on the floor.

Hector smiled at your words. "Why? Missed me?" He asked in return, nudging you playfully.

You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushing. "No... I'm just asking for all the grandmothers who pestered me this morning."

"Ah... my lovely ladies! I missed them today to help my own lovely lady," he admitted, holding onto the strap of his gym bag.

The confused look on your face made him chuckle. "I was helping my mamá. Her friend needed some furniture moved for a party so I offered to help."

You nodded slowly. "Well, you're going to have to bribe those ladies tomorrow. A pretty little smile isn't going to cut it."

Hector paused in his steps, making you also stop. "You think my smile is pretty?"

Your mouth fell open, cheeks definitely aflame while Hector looked at you earnestly. "I... uh... of course it is," you sighed, giving in. "You're probably the most charismatic person I've ever met. No wonder everyone likes you."

Hector pursed his lips. "You don't."

"I..." That was the second time in a row where Hector had made you forget how to speak. "I didn't exactly say that," you mumbled, rubbing your neck as the heat travelled quickly across your body.

"So you do?" He queried, honey eyes searching yours for any indication he was right.

Your heart raced. What you were waiting for... you had no idea. You were sure that your notion of football players was right. They played around. One day it was you and one day it was another.

But for over month, you had seen Hector come in... drinking your favourite drink, learning everything about you, bringing joy in all those around you... the reason behind it was you. As much as you weren't willing to believe it.

You sighed, taking your phone out and unlocking it. You handed him the device. "Give a girl your number first, geez," you teased, hoping your burning skin wasn't apparent.

Hector pressed his lips together, failing to prevent a full blown smile from appearing on his face. He grinned widely, happily putting his number into your phone.

You breathed slowly as he gave your phone back. You let out a laugh at the name sprawled across your screen.

hector guapo (handsome) fort 🥰

"God, please never call me in public," you breathed out, laughing softly while you shook your head.

"Thanks for the idea," Hector retorted, grinning at you.

Finally walking you to your car, you put your bag in the front seat while he leaned on your door. "So... thoughts on ice cream on a Saturday?"

You mulled over the question, smiling gently. "Sounds delicious!"

Hector almost sighed in relief. "Drive safe. Text me when you get home so I know you've reached, okay?"

You rolled your eyes. "Speak for yourself."

Hector gasped, narrowing his eyes. "Okay... ice cream and a long drive with me driving," he bargained, leaning in.

You grinned. "Deal."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[mordredpendragon]

SIR MORDRED, The Traitor: A Masterpost

“Know that he will be born the first day of May in the kingdom of Logres.” ⸺ Post Vulgate

In celebration of Mordred's birthday, here's a compilation of all things Mordred!

Majority of these links are supplied by the @arthurianpreservationproject 💕 Would just like to shoutout @queer-ragnelle and @tboymordred for the help in making this! As well as many of my beloved friends and mutuals for their extended support. I put a whole lot of time and effort into this post, so to anyone reading this, I hope it will be of use to you in some way.

I would just like to preface that while I do try to be as thorough as possible, this is by no means an exhaustive list of every single Mordred appearance that exists. That would be impossible. Consider this moreso a curated list of based on what I have seen and what has been available to me thus far, so this will be updated as I go along.

There's a myriad of things I elected not to include for numerous reasons, so the media and literature I have chosen are ones that I think would be of interest for someone seeking out Mordred content specifically.

EDIT: After the scare I got for having my account terminated, I decided to make a Google Doc version of this masterpost in case anything happens again. The gdoc and this post will be updated at the same time whenever I have any new additions, which will be marked as ‼️

Last updated: 31/5/2025

Medieval Texts

Exhibit A

British History and The Welsh Annals by Nennius (Latin)

⭐The History of the Kings of Britain by Geoffrey of Monmouth (Latin)

⭐The History of Scotland by Hector Boece (Latin)

⭐Chronica Gentis Scotorum by John of Fordun (Latin)

The Dream of Rhonabwy (Welsh)

The Welsh Triads (Welsh)

⭐Lancelot-Grail Vulgate Cycle (French)

Post-Vulgate (French)

Merlin and the Grail by Robert de Boron (French)

⭐Roman de Brut by Wace (French)

⭐Layamon's Brut (Middle English)

Stanzaic Morte Arthure (Middle English)

⭐Alliterative Morte Arthure (Middle English)

Le Morte d'Arthur by Thomas Malory (Middle English)

Mort Artu (Middle English)

La Tavola Ritonda (Italian)

These are the texts translated into English that I'm aware of where Mordred is a central character or plays a significant role. Out of all of these, I personally recommend Alliterative Morte Arthure, Layamon's Brut, and Vulgate the most. In these texts Mordred is given a surprising amount of complexity and nuance, especially in Alliterative Morte Arthure. He even gets a sick title, Mordred the Malebranche/Evil-Arm. Below in the essays section there's plenty of literature analyzing and discussing it, which I suggest you go take a read if you're curious. His characterization in Vulgate is also one of my top favorites and is also incredibly in-depth, especially prior to his rebellion. He was described as having been "kind and compassionate" at the start of his career as a knight, only for him to spiral after finding out his true heritage.

The Scottish Chronicles (such as the accounts written by John of Fodrun and Hector Boece, although there are more of them not listed.) are also fascinating since they talks about how Arthur is actually illegitmate and Mordred is the rightful ruler all along. While Fodrun speaks well of Arthur as an admirable king, Boece is biased against him in favor of Mordred/Modredus.

Exhibit B

⭐Perceval + Continuations (French)

I put this text in an entirely separate section purely because Mordred is just a side character here, but I think it's worth looking into if you like Mordred. In the Perceval Continuations, particularly the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th Continuations, he is primarily shown as an antagonist for Percival. They have an intense duel where Mordred loses and begs Percival for mercy, to which he then sends him off to Arthur's court as his prisoner. Admittedly, I am biased 🌈 but Mordred shows up more often than you'd expect. The tone is moreso lighthearted and humorous with his rebellion against Arthur seemingly absent in it.

Retellings

I'm working on this in a time crunch so not everything has commentary (might update it when I feel like it lol) All my favorites and ones I consider must-reads/watches are listed with a star⭐ That being said, enjoy!

Novels

part I (Main Character)

⭐The Wicked Day by Mary Stewart

⭐A Camelot Triptych by Norris J. Lacy

⭐Idylls of the Queen by Phyllis Ann Karr

Queen's Knight by Marvin Barowsky (cw: pedarasty)

The Book of Mordred + The Last Knight of Albion by Peter Hanratty

part II (Secondary Character)

Arthur The Bear of Britain by Edward Frankland

The Eagles Have Flown by Henry Treece

The Great Captains by Henry Treece

The Green Man by Henry Treece

Poetry

The Song of the Four Knights by Ernest Rhys

The Fight at Camlann by John Masefield

⭐Modred: A Fragment by Edwin Arlington Robinson

The Death of King Arthur by Your Loving Granny

King Arthur's Death by M.G Lewis

Plays

⭐Mordred: A Tragedy by Henry Newbolt

King Arthur by J. Comyns Carr

The Misfortunes of Arthur by Thomas Hughes

Guenevere: A Play in Five Acts by Stark Young

Short Stories

⭐Mordred and the Green Knight by Phyllis Ann Karr

Night Mare by Chelsea Quinn Yaribo

Told by the Moonlight by Darrel Schweitzer

Films and TV

Films

⭐Knights of the Round Table (1953) dir. by Richard Thorpe, played by Stanley Baker

Sword of Lancelot (1963) dir. by Cornel Wilde, played by Michael Meacham

Camelot (1967) dir. by Joshua Logan, played by David Hemmings

Unidentified Flying Oddball (1979) dir. by Russ Mayberry, played by Jim Dale

⭐Excalibur (1981) dir. by John Boorman, played by Robert Addie (adult) and Charley Boorman (child)

⭐Morte d'Arthur (1984) dir. by Gillian Lynne, played by Nickolas Grace

⭐Knightriders (1981) dir. by George A. Romero, played by Tom Savini (technically his name is Morgan here but he's basically just Mordred.)

⭐New Adventures of a Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court (1988) dir. by Viktor Gres, played by Mark Gres

Camelot (1998)

King Arthur Excalibur Rising (2017) dir. Antony Smith, played by Gavin Swift

Arthur & Merlin Knights of Camelot (2020) dir. Giles Alderson, played by Joel Phillimore

Everything listed with a ⭐ are genuinely some of my top ever favorite portrayals of Mordred. Absolute must-watch. 80's Arthuriana is life changing.

TV

Adventures of Sir Galahad (1949) uncredited for whatever reason :/ if anyone knows who his actor is please let me know!

⭐BBC Legend of King Arthur (1979) played by Steve Hodson

⭐Merlin (1998) played by Jason Done

BBC Merlin (2008-2012) played by Alexander Vlahos (adult), Asa Butterfield (child)

Other

Music

⭐Mordred's Song by Blind Guardian

Mordred's Song by Grave Digger

Mordred's Lullaby by Heather Dale

Crashing Down by Heather Dale

War Between Brothers by Heather Dale

⭐Seven Deadly Virtues from Camelot (Musical)

Demon Down by Gary Hughes ft. Doogie White

The Hard Way by Gary Hughes ft. Doogie White

Peacemaker by The Mechanisms

Skin and Bone by The Mechanisms

TTRPG's

I, Mordred: The Fall & Rise of Camelot

Fair warning that I reccomend this with HUGE caveats as this contains violent misogyny, racism, and homophobia. If you like Gareth please look away because he sucks in this. That being said, Mordred is very much intended to be the hero you root for and he's so dreamy. He's described as pure of heart. He seems cold, but is warm to those he's close to. He has war dogs and they're all named after the 7 virtues. In a dark, bleak and gritty fantasy setting, Mordred is a shining beacon. It's adorable. I haven't played this myself, only read through the entire booklet but there's a lot of cool concepts and story beats that you can definitely expound upon yourself. Even the less savory elements, especially the misogyny and racism, can honestly just be ignored by the GM.

Video Games

King Arthur: Knight's Tale

I haven't played this so I can't tell you much about it, but it's a turn-based strategy game where Mordred is the main playable character and it's set in Post-Camlann.

Resources and Essays

Books

The New Arthurian Encyclopedia by Norris J. Lacy

The Arthurian Material in the Chronicles Especially Those of Great Britain and France by Robert Huntington Fletcher

The Arthurian Way of Death: The English Tradition edited by Karen Cherewatuk & K.S Whetter

Essays

⭐Mordred: Heroes and Anti-Heroes in Medieval Romance by Judith Weiss

⭐Arthur, Mordred, and Tragedy in the Alliterative "Morte Arthure" by Gillian Adler

Friendly Fire: The Disastrous Politics of Friendship in the Alliterative "Morte Arthure" by Christine Chism

Re-presenting Mordred: Three Plays of 1895 by Pamela Yee

⭐Mordred's Lost Childhood by Elizabeth Archibald

The Sword and the Scepter: Mordred, Arthur, and the Dual Roles of Kingship in the Alliterative "Morte Arthure" by Steven P.W Bruso

⭐Who Was King Arthur’s Sir Modred? by Andrew Breeze

[paucubarsisimp]

Hector teaching reader to drive?

That would be pure chaos 😂

driving lessons

pairing: pablo gavi x reader, pedri x reader, hector fort x reader, pau cubarsi x reader

summary: in which your boyfriend tries to teach you how to drive

warning: none

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

a/n: since i got a request for both pau and hector, i decided to also add pablo and gavi! lmk how it is 💕

𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐢

it was a beautiful saturday afternoon, and you were in the passenger seat of pablo’s shiny car, already regretting your decision to let him teach you how to drive. you’d been together for ages, long enough to know that when pablo said he was going to teach you something, it usually ended in chaos.

“alright, princesa,” pablo said with that cheeky grin of his. “ready to finally learn how to drive?”

you raised an eyebrow, feeling the weight of impending doom. “you’re gonna teach me? you? the guy who drives like a maniac?”

“hey, i’m a professional,” he said, flashing a wink. “trust me, amor, i got this.”

“i don’t know if i trust you after the last time we went to the grocery store and you almost crashed into the shopping cart,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

“that was a one-time thing,” he said with a wave of his hand, starting the engine. “now, enough talk. let’s go. you’re gonna be a pro in no time.”

you looked out the window, doing your best to suppress the panic rising in your chest. “if i survive this, i swear i’m going straight to therapy.”

“you’ll survive, princesa. just trust me,” he said, hitting the gas a little too enthusiastically. the car lurched forward, and you immediately grabbed onto the seatbelt like it was a life raft.

“pablo!” you screamed, eyes wide. “slow down!”

“slow down?” he laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos. “this is how you learn, amor. full speed ahead! feel the car. it’s all about feeling it.”

you felt your stomach drop as pablo swerved around a corner, going way too fast for comfort. “i think i’m feeling death, not the car!” you gripped the dashboard, your knuckles turning white.

“no, no, you’re doing great!” pablo said with a grin. “you just have to be brave, princesa. bravery is key in driving!”

“pablo, bravery doesn’t involve going 100 on a side street,” you argued, looking out the window at the rapidly approaching curve. “you’re gonna get us killed!”

“no, we’re fine,” he said, completely relaxed as he shifted gears. “now, hit that turn. don’t be scared. i believe in you.”

you gulped. “pablo, if i hit this turn, we’re gonna die.”

he shot you an exaggerated look of disbelief. “i thought you loved me, amor? trust me. we’ll be fine.”

you braced yourself and, somehow, by some miracle, you didn’t die as pablo took the turn with alarming speed. the car screeched as the tires fought for grip, but somehow, the two of you made it.

“you see? i told you!” pablo grinned, leaning back like a proud parent. “you’re a natural!”

you couldn’t even speak, your heart still pounding in your chest. “i’m gonna be sick,” you whispered, taking deep breaths. “this is not normal. i can’t believe i trusted you.”

“princesa, you survived, didn’t you?” he teased, glancing over at you. “you’re a legend.”

you shot him a look that could melt steel. “if you keep driving like this, you’re gonna make me legend—as the girl who died in a car accident with pablo gavi.”

he laughed, as if he’d just told the funniest joke in the world. “you’ll thank me later, amor. when you’re driving like a pro, you’ll remember today fondly.”

“i’ll remember today in therapy,” you muttered, still holding on to the seat. “i swear, if i make it out of this car alive, i’m never getting in it again.”

pablo looked over at you, his grin softening just a little. “you’re gonna be amazing, princesa. and i’ll be right here with you, every step of the way. just trust me.”

you sighed, feeling the adrenaline finally start to wear off. “i’m trusting you… but if you crash us into a tree, i’m blaming you forever.”

“deal,” pablo said, giving your hand a quick squeeze. “but you’re gonna be the best driver ever, amor. mark my words.”

you weren’t so sure, but somehow, in that moment, the chaos didn’t feel quite as terrifying with pablo by your side—even if he was still driving like a maniac.

𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢

you were gripping the wheel like it was the only thing holding you together. the car jerked forward, and pedri’s hand shot out to the armrest, eyes wide.

“¡joder!” he muttered, looking like he might pass out from the tension. “what the hell was that?”

you shot him a panicked glance. “i don’t know, i swear this thing has a mind of its own.”

pedri tried to steady himself in his seat, holding on like a lifeline. “okay, okay, no panic. just… breathe, alright? this is not a race. we’re not trying to break any records.”

“i feel like i’m already going to break the car,” you muttered, eyes darting from the road to his face.

“just… just go slow. no need to floor it like you’re being chased by a toro.” his voice cracked a little, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic he was being.

“i think you’re the one panicking, not me,” you said, trying to focus, but the car lurched again as your foot slipped.

“¡madre mía!” pedri yelped. “i swear you’re making gavi look like a pro driver right now.”

“hey!” you frowned, momentarily offended. “gavi’s awful at driving.”

“exactly,” pedri said, holding his stomach as if he were about to get whiplash. “but you’re giving him a run for his money.”

“no way, i’m way better than him,” you said, trying to steer but swerving a little to the left.

“no, no, no,” pedri said, his hand shooting to the dashboard as if he could stop the car by sheer willpower. “we’re not doing this. take a deep breath. turn the wheel gently, like you’re guiding a puppy across the street, not sending it into the wild.”

“puppy?” you blinked. “pedri, this isn’t a walk in the park.”

“no, no, but you need to guide the car, not fight with it,” he said, face a little pale but still trying to sound reassuring. “i know you’ve got this. just pretend you’re driving to get ice cream, nice and easy.”

“i’m not sure i can handle ice cream with this much stress,” you muttered.

“¡madre mía, qué locura,” pedri groaned as you swerved again, narrowly avoiding a parked car. “how do you even do this without a panic attack?”

“i’m just trying not to hit anything!” you said, now more focused on not crashing than on listening to his instructions.

“i think we’re both going to have a panic attack before we even make it to the corner,” he said, half laughing, half terrified. “seriously, next time we’re practicing in a parking lot.”

“i don’t know if i’ll be ready for that,” you said, your voice laced with frustration, but you managed to get the car moving straight again.

“we’ve got time,” pedri said, giving you a soft smile despite everything. “you’ll be fine. just… take it easy. no need to drive like we’re in a high-speed chase.”

you tried to focus, but then you shifted gears a little too suddenly and the car jerked again. “oh god, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to—”

“¡mierda!” pedri shouted, grabbing onto the armrest again as the car bumped over a small curb. “this is worse than the time we tried to make paella together.”

“we both know that was your fault,” you said, trying not to laugh. “this is definitely not the worst thing that’s happened.”

“yeah,” he said, voice strained, “but the worst hasn’t happened yet. i’ll be okay once we’re out of this death trap.”

“you’re being dramatic,” you muttered, but you could see him squeezing his eyes shut. “pedri, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to—”

“no, no,” he interrupted, opening his eyes to give you a teasing look. “i should be the one saying sorry for even getting in this car. i think i’m gonna be traumatized for life.”

you let out a shaky laugh, starting to feel a little more comfortable with the situation. “okay, i think i’m getting the hang of it. i just need to, y’know, stop trying to kill us.”

“well, that would be a good start,” he said with a wink. “let’s get to the end of the street before we both need therapy.”

you both shared a laugh, though you could feel the tension still in your shoulders. “i don’t know if i’m ready for another lesson.”

“don’t worry,” pedri said, his voice soft. “we’ll take it slow. one day at a time. and maybe next time, we’ll let gavi teach you. he can make it interesting.”

“i never want gavi near my car,” you said quickly, giving him a teasing smile.

pedri grinned. “yeah, maybe you’re right. he’d probably drive it into the ocean or something.”

you both laughed as you finally made it to a stop sign, and for the first time that lesson, you felt like maybe you were finally getting it.

𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

hector slid into the passenger seat with a cocky grin. “alright, let’s do this. i’m about to teach you how to drive like a pro.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’ve had your license for a week, hector.”

“exactly!” he said, beaming. “i’m basically a master already. trust me, i got this.”

you started the car, and the engine roared to life. hector immediately jolted in his seat, his hands flying up like he was about to brace for impact. “whoa, whoa! easy! easy on the gas! you’re gonna send us to the moon!”

you barely pressed the pedal, but he was already gripping the armrest. “i’m not even going fast,” you said, trying not to laugh.

hector’s eyes were wide. “look, i drive fast, but you? you’re like a wild animal in the driver’s seat! slow down, okay? smooth, controlled. like a professional.”

you smirked, giving him a side glance. “you sure you’re not scared?”

“scared?” he said, leaning back and trying to act cool. “i’m just… concerned for our safety. you need to be more precise, like a football pass. control is key.”

you pressed the gas just a little more, and the car jerked forward. hector’s grip tightened. “no! no, no, no! slow down! i’m not ready to die today!”

you chuckled. “you’re dramatic. i’m just getting the hang of it.”

“dramatic?” hector shot you a look of panic. “you’re not getting the hang of it, you’re about to send us into a ditch!”

you eased off the gas, trying to calm him down. “alright, alright. but don’t pretend like you’re not terrified.”

hector gave you a nervous smile. “i’m not terrified, just… cautious. you’re like a wild stallion behind the wheel. i’m a pro, but you? you’re a disaster waiting to happen.”

you laughed. “well, i guess that makes you the one who’s scared.”

“i’m not scared!” he said, but his hands were still gripping the seat. “just… aware of the danger.”

you couldn’t help but grin as you kept driving at a steady pace. “yeah, yeah. i’m the danger, huh?”

hector sighed dramatically. “please, just—no more surprises. i’m doing this for you, alright? just… don’t kill us.”

you smiled, trying not to laugh. “no promises.”

𝐩𝐚𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐢

it was a bright, sunny afternoon when you decided to finally face your fear of driving. after months of avoiding it, today felt like the day. your boyfriend pau had been encouraging you for weeks, always reassuring you with his calm demeanor and gentle smile. but you were still nervous.

“you ready, mi amor?” pau asked, settling into the passenger seat with a soft, reassuring smile. his eyes sparkled, but you could see the slightest hint of concern behind them.

“i think so,” you answered, feeling a flutter of nervous excitement. “but i’m not going to lie, i’m a little scared.”

pau’s expression softened. “it’s okay, mi vida, i’ve got you. we’ll take it slow. i’m not going anywhere.” he gently placed his hand on yours, squeezing it for reassurance.

you nodded and adjusted your seat, trying to calm your nerves. you’d practiced a few times already, but this felt different. this time, pau was with you, and somehow that made it feel more real.

“okay,” you said, exhaling deeply, “foot on the brake, and then start the engine?”

“that’s it, cariño,” pau said, his voice steady and soothing. “just take your time. we’re not in a rush.”

you pressed the brake, and the car roared to life with an unexpected growl. you flinched, gripping the steering wheel tighter than you meant to.

pau’s eyes widened, his hand instantly flying out to the dashboard as if to brace himself. “ay, dios mío!” he exclaimed. “did you start a jet engine or the car?!” he looked at you, a mixture of shock and amusement on his face.

you laughed nervously, trying to regain composure. “i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you.”

pau took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “it’s okay, mi tesoro. just—no need to startle us both, alright?”

you chuckled, trying to focus. “i’ll try my best.”

“okay,” pau continued, voice soft. “now, slowly take your foot off the brake, and gently press on the gas. nice and smooth, like you’re petting a little bunny.”

“a bunny?” you looked at him, confused.

“sí,” he said, nodding seriously. “soft and gentle. you don’t want to hurt the bunny, cariño.”

you bit back a laugh, trying to keep your focus. with that strange, yet oddly comforting image in mind, you pressed the gas gently.

instead of smoothly gliding forward, the car lurched, and you both shot forward a little too quickly. pau’s hand shot out again, gripping his seat like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“oh my god!” pau yelled, his eyes wide with panic. “what did we just do? are we in a race now?!”

“i didn’t mean to!” you were trying to keep the car steady, but you couldn’t stop laughing.

“mi amor, we’re not in a race,” pau said, his voice full of mock horror. “slow down, please! i’m too young to die!”

you tried again, taking the gas much slower this time, but the car jerked forward again. pau yelped, clutching the seatbelt like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“you’re killing me, cariño!” pau shouted, his eyes wide. “i feel like i’m on a rollercoaster! are you sure you’ve done this before?”

“i swear, i’ve practiced!” you laughed, feeling a bit more relaxed despite the chaos. “it’s just… different when you’re in the car with me.”

“i know, i know,” pau said, his voice shaky but trying to stay calm. “but maybe… just pretend we’re driving through a cloud, okay? smooth and soft. think of it like… walking on marshmallows.”

“walking on marshmallows?” you raised an eyebrow, but you were grinning.

“sí,” pau said, his voice serious but still with a hint of humor. “soft and gentle. like marshmallows. no bulls, no rollercoasters. just marshmallows.”

you laughed, trying to focus and get the car under control. this time, you pressed the gas even more gently, and the car moved forward with a little more grace. pau let out a long, relieved sigh and finally looked at you, giving you a nervous but proud smile. “there we go, mi solcito. that’s more like it.”

you felt a small sense of accomplishment, but it didn’t last long. as you turned the corner, you hit the brakes a bit too hard, causing the car to lurch again. pau’s hand shot out again, and he almost yelped.

“okay, okay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “i think i need to go home and take a nap after this. i’m not prepared for this kind of stress, mi vida.”

you couldn’t stop laughing. “i swear, i’m really trying!”

“i know, i know,” pau said, giving you a soft smile. “you’re doing great. but just… no more rollercoaster rides, okay?”

you carefully parked the car, though it wasn’t exactly the smoothest stop. pau looked at you, his hand still gripping the seat, but his eyes were soft. “we survived,” he said, laughing nervously.

you both laughed, the tension from the lesson slowly melting away. “thanks for being so patient with me, pau. i swear i’ll get better at this.”

“mi amor, you’re already doing amazing,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “you just need a little practice. i believe in you.”

you smiled, feeling a warmth in your chest. “i think we both survived this lesson, thanks to you.”

pau leaned in, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. “next time, i’m bringing a crash helmet, just in case. but honestly, i wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.”

you grinned, squeezing his hand. “next time, i’ll try to drive like we’re on marshmallows.”

pau laughed, nodding. “i think that’s a great plan, mi chiquita.”

[peligrosapopagain]

Pau and Hector’s driving license pics are so dead on on their personalities. Also Pau said Héctor is his bestie in the squad💕😭