Pedro Pascal Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Pedro's POV. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window of my home office, phone pressed tightly to my ear, fury boiling in my veins. “Mr. Pascal. What the hell do you mean my shipment hasn't arrived yet?" There was a sudden knock on the door. "Come in!" I barked, not taking my eyes off the city skyline. "Don't worry, Mr. Pascal. I'll get to the bottom of this," I said sharply before ending the call.

Mara replied stubbornly. “Finally, something we agree on,” Elena muttered. Pascal groaned. “You two should form a club. The Anti Pascal Association.” Damon rubbed his forehead, already tired of the back and forth between them. “Pascal.” “Fine, fine.” Pascal shrugged. “I found a small rogue pack hours after I left you. Ran into them by accident while I was trying to get away from civilization…don’t ask what happened, the story involves a tree, a snake, and something that may or may not have been a demon.”

I tried to play dumb, hoping he wasn’t about to bring up that dream. “You didn’t enjoy my croissants. That only means two things: either the croissants suck, or you do. And I know for a fact it’s not the croissants. So… let me guess. You dreamed about that jerk again, didn’t you?” I couldn’t believe it. Pedro connected dots no one else even knew existed. Croissants and nightmares? Who does that? He’d sound nuts if he ever shared his logic with anyone. My silence gave him the answer he needed.

Along the way, she found herself walking beside Pedro more and more, his quiet strength a balm to her worries. As they crossed rivers and trekked through dense forests, Alice and Pedro began sharing stories of their pasts. Their conversations started innocently enough—Pedro told her about his childhood, his dreams of freedom, and his deep admiration for his father, Ramon. Alice, in turn, shared memories of her life before the time travel, her family, and her longing for peace.

Like I would accept a comment from a geezer like him. Taking a deep breath, I move towards my seat and cross my legs, “How can I help you Officer Pascal”. My voice undertoned, unhappy about his presence. He glares at me, feeling the inferiority complex. Many years has Pascal studied me, tried to bring me down as he claimed but still he had the worst of luck in those years. I know I have done some things, really bad ones if you ask me but if he was there to see any of those things then he would be six feet below the ground. “We are looking for this person, do you have any idea who he is?” he opened the paper in his hand showing a sketch.

Too engrossed in the episodes to care, I soon realize that I might have a small crush on Pedro Pascal, the guy who plays Mando. But, I’m getting myself carried away now. Sitting on my luxurious bed, enjoying my show I suddenly hear the locks on my door click open. Moving into a sitting position on my bed, my mind quickly wanders over to Angela, but boy am I wrong. Standing near my door are all four of my fiances, the bad boys themselves: Lucus, Grant, Alex and Tony. My heart racing when I see them. “Hello Principessa (Princess)” chuckles Lucus. “Got plans tonight?” he adds, the others chuckling. Ass.

She screamed loudly as Pascal’s men pulled her away from the box sent by an unknown person. “Don’t separate me from my daughter!” Daisy screamed like crazy. She rebelled so much that two men had to force her inside. “Jenifer! Jenifer!” She shouted her daughter’s name loudly. Pascal clenched his fists in hatred and anger. Every day, his hatred grew until he wanted to destroy the world. But he realized that he had to gather as much power as possible. “Burn all this stuff!” Pascal ordered with a dark look in his eyes. “No, it’s all my daughter’s!” Daisy pleaded, but Pascal ignored her.

“What do you want to live for, Pacular. We've been fighting for over a thousand years, it's time to stop. Don't you seek immortality? The gods can turn me into an elf, I will have an immortal life like you. Isn't that what you want?" Pacular laughed, he laughed, but his smile was mixed with sorrow and unhappiness. It seemed in his heart that immortality was no longer a temporary living from day to day. He had a greedy claim above all else. “I once wished that I could continue to live, could conquer time and space. Become the ruler of everything. I have lived through thousands of years of life, without title, without a home, and without a family. What we have is only ourselves wandering throu

She hugged the head tightly, pressed her face against it, and gently stroked it, trembling as she cried, "Phil, Phil, you're fine, you're fine..." That heartbreaking voice pierced the hearts of all the Pascals. The woman's tears flowed like a fountain, her hands covered in her son's blood. She gently placed the head on the ground before she grabbed her own head and hair, curling up and hysterically shouting, "Damn it, damn you, the Divine Creed..." Her eyes were filled with terror as she descended into a state of madness. This was her only son, who had just returned from studying abroad in Ereve. She never expected him to encounter such a brutal slaughter. Phil Pascal's head remained wide-ey

I love you. I hit send. The "delivered" icon pops up, and I feel like I’ve just closed a casket. I shove the phone into my pocket and grab the backpack. My heart is a frantic drum against my ribs. I look at my room one last time. It’s a pretty cage, but it’s still a cage. I walk out onto the landing. Pascual is already at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me with a practiced, brotherly smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He looks so polished, so reliable. It’s disgusting.