Hi I don't know if you'll see the but if u do can I request a Laurent from great pretender x reader where he finally moves on from Dorothy and the reader and him get together and a few years later they have a family thank u
Hi anon!!! Sorry for the wait but I hope I delivered. Since your ask was pretty much related to the short story of Laurent x reader, I decided to make it as the third and final part. (hope that's okay)
Great Pretender (Laurent x fem-reader)
“Hey, Laurent, honey, where do you think I can put my blouses?”
Today, Dorothy and I were moving in together to a bigger space. After the feud with Y/N, surprisingly enough, Dorothy suggested the idea. She said it so possessively or maybe it was because I was looking for an easy way out, that I didn’t even question it.
“Mmh, let me make space in the cabinet over there?”
I shouldn’t think like that. An easy way out? I loved Dorothy and the heavens had blessed us with a second chance.
Yes! I loved her and everything would go back to the way it-- There, inside the cabinet, neatly rested a pair of scrunchies. They were colorful and wild and way too childish for it to be owned by neither one of us.
I heard a small crack… but maybe it was in my imagination.
“Scrunchies… They’re Y/N’s”
“Oh!” Dorothy explained while clapping her hands. “I’m sure we can give it to her on a later day!” She said it with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. A bitter feeling I suppose.
After that, Dorothy really made herself at home.
Things had become dull after your's and Laurent's closure. I suppose it is only natural after the hurtful words were exchanged. Things had only gone south for you when your boyfriend (and replacement of Laurent) had broken up with you. He had claimed you were still in love with your ex... You hadn't denied it.
However, there was no point in crying over it. Laurent and Dorothy seemed to be in a good place. The blonde especially; if he could, you could too.
Although, a question kept circling in your mind, Why do people fall in love? When the outcome is full of pain.
The idea would just keep torturing you, therefor you decided to push it out of your mind.
Life kept moving and before you knew it, winter had arrived. As of now, Dorothy and Laurent were in California. Makoto and Abby (who decided to give it a go and date) were in Colorado surprisingly. Cynthia was in London, doing God knows what (Doing Thomas). And that leaves you. You had decided to stay in Japan and work in a small coffee shop. Life was simple and peaceful, nothing had happened.
Sure you felt lonely sometimes, but overall it was a simple content life...Unlike Laurent's life.
You, among Makoto and everyone else, thought Dorothy and Laurent were happy, or at least that was what social media portrayed. Little did you know that was far from the truth...
Anger isn't a good look on anyone, Laurent always thought so. As someone who made money by scamming others, the blonde was pretty patient and knew how to keep calm in high-risked situations, but Dorothy had struck the last nerve.
The argument grew from nowhere into a tornado. It was stupid, just like all the conversations between them.
"Clearly, this isn't working," Laurent huffed. "You've changed!"
"Well, I used to be dead!! Sorry if I no longer fit your standards!" Dorothy replied, with much more spite. "Maybe is time you take me as I AM!!"
Laurent could only stand there, frozen. He did love the woman in front of him. There was a time his love for her was like fire. Now it was just ash. That's what he felt anyway, he just didn't know how to express it.
"I do love you... kinda. Um, I guess what my brain is trying to spit up is... I would love you if you were kinder."
Now it was Dorothy's turn to be stunned. Laurent's words sank in.
"Perhaps this breakup is the only way I will rediscover who I am, the me that is purely myself." She finally said. "I guess I've always assumed I was right when I had no real reason to."
So there they stood, in opposite camps, suddenly blind to each other's good hearts and building barricades instead of bridges.
"Your dreams are so very different from mine, Dorothy. So together everything becomes muted and confusing."
"Yeah, I'll say." A more light-hearted laugh escaped Dorothy's rosy lips, finally being able to breathe. "Even though we didn't work out, I do hope we can keep planning heists?"
A glimmer of hope rested in her blue eyes as the man also laughed.
"Wait," the woman exclaimed before the blonde walked out of her life for good. "Y/n's great. You found a good one."
Laurent could only smile, remembering the childish smile that adorned your face.
To say Y/n was stunned and taken aback was an understatement.
It had been almost a year, or maybe a little over a year since she stood in front of the blonde tall skinny guy.
It left a bittersweet taste in her mouth.
It took a while for Y/n to understand what was happening and if it was real or not. Maybe she had finally gone mad. However, as she started to comprehend the situation, her surprise was replaced by anger.
"Hey?! ArE You KIDDING mE right NOw?!" As if she was a cartoon, Y/n's face started to rise in color, a shade of red at the tip of her ears. Laurent could have sworn he saw smoke coming out of them.
"You don't come up to someone without seeing them for a year and being a ComplETE Bitch beFore AND then JUst say 'Hey'!!! The first THing CominG ouT of Your moUth should Be SORRY!!"
Y/n was mad, she really was, but for the most part, she was happy or maybe relieved.
"Here's the thing, Y/n, I love you. In a really, big really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of chocolate cake, hold a radio over my head outside your bedroom window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you... love you."
Y/n's heart fluttered at that. The same words she once said to him.
Laurent seemed nervous, for the first time in a very long time. "If you aren't my soulmate, then I don't want one. I have this feeling that if this isn't right then I don't know what is. If I'm wrong about this I'm wrong about everything. If we aren't real then I have no reality."
"Just kiss me, you moron."
So the final question is: Why do people want to fall in love - when it can have such a short run and be so painful? -
Maybe the propagation of the species?
We need to connect with somebody?
Are we culturally preconditioned?
All the answers are great but too intellectual for me.
l think it's because, as some of you may already know ... While it does last, it feels fucking great.
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