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THE ALCHEMY • KENAN YILDIZ

( pairing ) kenan yildiz x reader

based off a request on taylor swift’s “the alchemy”

warnings - a little angst, toxic relationship (?)

When Kenan and you had first started dating, just a few months before he made his official debut for Juventus under Series A, your relationship had been nothing short of perfect.

Despite the hectic schedule that kept Kenan occupied more often than not, and your own commitments, he was devoted to showering you with his love and affection.

After every training session, he’d find the time to pick you up in his Jeep, ensuring that both of you spent at least an hour together at the very least. On the days when he couldn’t , he went out of his way to make sure that he facetimed you.

More than that, your phone never lacked a notification from ‘Kenan 🌟’ and almost weekly, a bouquet of the gladiolus flower and foxgloves, would find its way to your doorstep, a single note attached, labelled ‘love kenan ’

His love for you had been overwhelming, all consuming. It enveloped you like a blanket, caging you in with sweet little whispers and alike.

When Kenan made his big debut, things changed. He took you to dates to High end restaurants, candle lit with a black tie dress code, and although you enjoyed your carefree nights munching through drive through fast food, you couldn’t deny the appeal of luxury that Kenan showered you in.

Instead of the sweet smelling bouquets, a chanel bag or a bracelet from cartier, wrapped in expensive leather made its way to you, and a little note signed with his name.

Yet the time you spent together dwindled, his training sessions dragged on and took longer, drained him to deep exhaustion and your facetime calls shortened in numbers and time, but you accepted it. Understanding that this life didn’t come without repercussions.

You were more than happy to support him, wearing his jersey number with immense pride, you tried your hardest to show up at every match he played, screaming your throat raw from the grandstands.

The moment when Juventus had won the Italian cup would be engraved in your memory forever, burned in your mind.

The euphoria on Kenan’s face was ardent, and you couldn’t help but beam at him, he had raced across towards you, cradling you in his arms as if you were the trophy instead, and had kissed you so fervently.

Your heart wanted to burst apart at the seams, the emotions drowning you wholly, that you felt your body would shut down from the enormity of it.

And then, everything fell apart.

You couldn’t understand how it had happened or who was to blame, but there was something that had started to poison the sweetness that laced your relationship with Kenan.

The dates you went on with him became shorter with fans invading the personal moments between Kenan and you, invading the time that you’d needed to unwind. You couldn’t blame them, it was heartwarming to see Kenan as someone people admired and looked up to, it felt nice for others to recognize the potential he had the same way you had done, but on the occasion, you needed it to be just you and him.

Sometimes, Kenan showed up too late, or you had to leave too early, there was an abruptness that appeared.

Your patience began to dwindle with every date, every call answered too late, and every text message ignored due to training.

Kenan too began to grow irritable with every complaint you made, every argument you started.

You talked less, and fought more, but along with every fight, an undercurrent of tension lay there, aggressive yet alluring, and instead of ending the night with gentle kisses and whispered affirmations, you engaged in tantalizing activities fueled by heat and hostility.

It had been fun at first, but a heart wasn’t meant to to be thrown around, rather it should be cradled.

Yet you couldn’t leave, and it was clear that neither could he. You were addicted to one another, each other’s heroine, and perhaps it didn’t matter that you cried more than you laughed with him, because at the end of the day, his kisses kept you incarcerated next to him.

You were branded already, his jersey on your body indicated that to the entire world.

fin.

love to see more requests for kenan, i’m open to writing for other footballers as well!!

@extrology467 thank you for this request, i hope it meets your expectations!

also i hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

few things to add, based on my interpretation of the song, she starts with depictions of infatuation, and then cracks begin to appear, but there’s an addiction here that keeps her caged!

i tried to use the flowers to depict the theme of infatuation and illusion, and a lot of the words would typically be used more in a negative light , idk if it came across but i hope so!

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literally why is there such little kenan content on here

guys.... kenan yildiz is soooooooooo fine wdym he barely has any fics here😖😖 am i supposed to write those delusions by myself 😖😖⁉️⁉️

forza juve 🤍🖤

who’s watching man united vs liverpool

If he’s not percy jackson I don’t want him

—𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

You frown in thought as you cradle a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hands, huddling a little close to the heat emanating from the fire place, which you’re seated in front of.

Christmas is one of your favorite holidays of, and this year, you celebrate it with your boyfriend, Oscar. Normally, with the end of the season, he would be in Australia with his family, spending the holiday under the blazing sun, not under frosted snowflakes and the biting cold of London with you.

The thought makes you pout a little, guilt eating at you for keeping him away from his family during the holidays, as if he isn’t apart from them for most of the year anyway.

Originally, you both were meant to go together, but with christmas being near, the visa application process had taken a lot longer than you’d both expected and that meant that you were only eligible to travel to down under after New Years.

You had insisted that Oscar leave without you, urging him to spend the christmas holiday with his parents and sisters, but he had resisted, arguing that he would make it up to them and it was far too late to book a flight, what with the rush that came during winter break, and you had reluctantly agreed.

That didn’t stop you from feeling guilty though, but you refrained from thinking about it more, knowing that there wasn’t much you could do about it.

Instead you wondered what you could gift your boyfriend for your first christmas together.

You knew that Oscar wasn’t much of a material person, and that he was happy with anything you would give him, but you wanted to do something meaningful.

Given the fact that gifts were your love language, both giving and receiving, it was important to you that you find the perfect gift for Oscar.

You worried your lip between your teeth as you pondered, when your eyes lit up with an epiphany, and you stood up abruptly, abandoning your hot chocolate on the kitchen top, grabbing your keys and heading out to the store immediately.

You payed no mind to the snow that nipped at your face, staining your cheeks a rosy red as you hurried out, charged with excitement for the gift that you had in mind.

When Oscar awakes on Christmas morning, you are not where you’re supposed to be, cuddled up in his arms, and the loss of your presence next to him startles him awake.

He steps into the living room, rubbing away any trace of bleariness from his eyes and finds you there, still in your pyjamas and with one of his hoodies on, Home Alone playing on the tv screen.

Your smile is radiant, and your zealousness for christmas is almost childlike. His heart warms at the sight of you and he smiles widely, trudging over to you.

“Why aren’t you in bed, love”

You turn around at the his voice, beaming impossibly wider, and your eyes sparkle with delight as you spot him.

“Oscar!” His name on your lips always makes him giddy, but the exhilaration in your tone today is tremendous, and vastly contagious, to the extent that Oscar begins to wear the same excitement you do.

“It’s Christmas! I was waiting for you,” You grab Oscar, pulling him on to couch with you, “We gotta open the gifts, Oh you’ll love what i’ve gotten you!”

Oscar stares fondly at you, “I’m happy with anything you give me, baby, you know that.”

You nod at him, not really paying attention, as you stand up and pull him along towards the direction of the christmas tree that you both had decorated together, weeks prior.

He happily lets you drag him along, and soon, both of you have unraveled the presents from your friends and family.

You open the gift that Oscar has gotten you, and gasp in elation, throwing yourself at Oscar, Thank you’s and I love you’s falling from your mouth as you pepper his face with kisses.

He laughs as he holds on to your waist, and then finally, both of you turn to the last present, that is inside a conspicuous bag, glittered golden.

You move over a little, eyes fixed on Oscar as he opens the bag, pulling out a cardboard box that is too, shimmering golden, with a red ribbon holding it together.

He unwraps it, and the sides of the box fall flat in five sections, each have attached a packet of Tim Tams on it, and another box stands proud in the middle.

Oscar uncovers the lid, and another lid appears, the words Merry Christmas on it and much like the first time, the sides fall into sections, each holding polaroids of you and Oscar.

The pictures are of monumental moments of your relationship, His first sprint win and you congratulating him with a kiss, his first podium as he smiles brightly, you wrapped up in his arms, smiling equally as bright. There’s photos of Oscar surprising you at your graduation ceremony, and kissing you when you win a debate’s competition, as well as a few pictures of your first date, and first kiss.

He pulls away the last lid, and finds a heart shaped letter inside, which he picks up and discovers a keychain for his car.

The keychain is shaped as a heart, and he examines it closely, accidentally clicking it open and finds both his and your initials together in a smaller heart inside.

He breathes softly, a little baffled at the thoughtfulness of the gift, and looks up at you, adoration clear in his eyes.

He’s a little breathless as he whispers I love you to you, and you smile shyly at him.

“Do you like it?”

Your eyes glimmer with hope and a little uncertainty, and Oscar pulls you into his lap, kissing you softly.

He’s not good with words, so he hopes to show to you just how happy you make him, pulling you closer than you’d ever thought possible, kissing you deeper to convey his appreciation to you.

You both are enveloped in a warmth that contrasts the dreary weather outside, but it’s clear that you both have a jolly christmas, under the shimmering pine tree.

This was inspired by this

didn’t proofread so pls don’t mind any errors

YouTube

#giftideas #love #giftbox

#giftideas #love #giftbox

i can’t watch this anymore

wow what a great race weekend! see u guys after the summer break!