Lukamos Stories

they're teammates, best friends, brothers almost. but it almost feels like they're is something else, something they both feel, yet neither say a word. all it takes is one vulnerable, unthinkable moment to throw it away.

Two male best friends, one Croatian, one Spanish. And yet.. Sergio seems to have fallen in love with Luka, the Croat he holds near and dear to his heart.. but can it really be? Can they really share something more than a platonic friendship..? In this kind of world? It seems impossible.

a luka modrić and sergio ramos fanfic i wanted to make without football because ive had this idea for a while❤️‍🩹 an au where if they met at a coffee shop and they arent famous football players❤️‍🩹 english is not my first language so sorry if some things sound off. i made this story august 10th 2026 but i had to fix a few things so it says the 13th💔💔

la historia de luka modrić y sergio ramos, dos amigos que acaban tornándose novios... *tw: transtornos mentales, suicidio, contenido maduro*

Ftbl one shots -includes many types of romance and some tragedies etc

Luka Modrić is perfect, at least in Sergio Ramos' eyes. Real Madrid 2017 English adaptation ⚠️Universe without wives or children⚠️

Summary: Không thể phớt lờ việc mình nhớ Luka đến nhường nào, trong một phút bốc đồng Sergio đã bay thẳng sang Croatia mà không hề báo trước cho anh. Tags: Domestic Fluff, Old Men Yaoi, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Love Confessions, Feelings Realization Author: mossxcurly (AO3) Trans: corderia Bản dịch chưa có sự cho phép của tác giả, vui lòng không mang đi nơi khác.

C'est la traduction fr de Amante [Luka x Sergio] qui de base est en espagnol. L'écrivain/écrivaine est lukitasmodric_rm Bonne lecture !

~ We are like dominoes. I fall for you, you fall for another. 'Life is not a football match, but some of us always got a penalty.' BLURB: But I don't know why still I have a little sympathy towards the one hurt me most. I stood against all the wounds, all the odds. I could smile only for the attempt I took to save my breathe. Maybe it could be the chapter with the summary of my life. I always told myself, under responsibility I had done every bit. Sometimes, life was holding me with a thin rope, sometimes it kicked me harshly. I did stand and walk. I did dive and swim. And I learned swimming after diving in his ocean. Full of mysterious substances, wild sharks. I was saving my attempt to take chances. I survived. But at the end, I can say. I never wanted to cross the sea and reach to the shore. What was never meant for me, I would never ask for it. Nor did I need. I might pass the time, inferencing how the shore look like. From far away, eyes could capture the daintiness. I felt the wind of tranquility. I closed my eyes and perceived the provision. I wonder the subsequent inquiry. If I hear a melody, I would return the echo without anticipation. The waves were the utmost reliance to me. The loyalty shows subtle empathy. The shore is beautifully decorated. I just know who has been there. ---- Do u want to see a new ship?! It's your Luka Modric with Bernd Leno ^^