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80svhstapes · 5 days ago

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"I Shine Only With the Light You Gave Me"

Inspired by @.s6rai on TikTok. My first work on here so please be nice. :)

(Show) Knight!Luke Castellan x Masc!Prince!Reader

warnings: none! summary: The King, reader's father, employs a hero as his knight. Luke is generally disliked by the other knights for the privileges he received, but it doesn't matter, what they think doesn't matter. The Prince likes him well enough. pov: 2nd person

The soft glow of the morning light shines into your room. It was cliche, but you were stored at the tallest tower in the tallest room of the castle, because you, dear prince, are the heir. The sole heir to the entire kingdom. This means you need to be tucked away in the safest corner of the palace, with the best guards. And oh, was your guard the best.

Generally, he was disliked, at least by the other guards. He was handsome and relatively tall, his build strong and his swordsmanship unparalleled. Of course, this was because he was the son of Hermes. This was also the reason he was so disliked. Your father hadn't made him do the hard, unsavory tasks of a squire, instead knighting him when he was delivered to your castle doors by Hermes himself.

When he'd arrived he hadn't looked pleased. No, he didn't want to be standing next to the man, that much was clear, but your father didn't mind. He'd gotten him to duel another knight, and he'd proved his worth. That was what mattered. He could protect you-- soft, gentle you, who sat in your tall, far-away tower, lounging in bed with the soft rays of the sun illuminating your face. There was a knock on the white wooden door to your room.

"Come in," You spoke, your voice still raspy from sleep, and entered Luke Castellan.

If you were not a prince, perhaps your gaze would've lingered a moment longer.

"Your highness," Luke began, standing tall and professional "where am I to accompany you today?" he asked, remaining serious, not cracking a smile. He never seemed to. You rose, still in your sleepwear, and he blushed, looking away.

"My apologies, I didn't realise you weren't dressed--"

"Honestly, Luke, it's not like I'm naked. Just look away while I change,"

Your sleepwear wasn't indecent, it was trousers and a shirt, but clearly Luke wasn't used to seeing you in anything but you usual attire or your armour. It was only recently he'd been charged with the more demanding tasks of looking after you, waking you up, accompanying you to your daily tasks. He turned away and you put on your clothes, with the laces and bows and pretty fabrics. "You can look now,"

He turned, ready to accompany you, and you, deciding you wanted your knight to be more comfortable with you, took his hand. At first, he was awkward, he wasn't quite sure what to do with you, but eventually, he interlocked hands, rubbing a thumb over your joints, refusing to.. well... refuse.

"So, lord,"

"Please, just call me [y/n], we've talked about this,"

It felt improper, you knew this, but you wanted your knight to be comfortable. After all, if he was to be your guard, he needed to be able to be around you. It made it hard for Luke to not be distracted on the job, he was told to always be alert, but it was hard to be alert when your soft, pampered hand was in his, warm and nice.

"So, [y/n].. his majesty would like me to take you to the library for today. Apparently you're doing.. uhh.. language studies?"

Right. You'd been studying Spanish so you had more prospects when it came to wives. It gave you several more countries to choose from, and more noblewomen you could marry. That was your duty. So, no matter how lovely Luke looked, his nice tan, his gorgeous jawline and curls, you probably shouldn't look too long.

"You know, it's independent. The study."

"Oh?" Luke wasn't too sure what you meant.

"I don't have a teacher, nobody's waiting for me in the library. And technically, you have to accompany me wherever I go."

You guided Luke the other way, his eyes wide in surprise as he followed you, away from the library and into the field, giggling.

"My lord!"

He shouted after you.

"If the King finds out--"

"The King won't find out!"

You giggled, guiding him into the woods, tripping backwards over a look. "Ouf!"

"My lord?!"

Luke rushed to your side, grabbing onto your arm and lifting you up. He was strong- very strong, and he was warm too. You stared at his eyes for just a moment, and your own words echoed in your head. 'The King won't find out'. It was just you and Luke in the forest.

"Are you concussed-"

"I'm fine,"

You whispered, stepping back and sitting down on the log you tripped on wincing. Ah fuck, your ankle was not in the best condition. He noticed you wincing and knelt down, putting your foot on his knee.

"Here, elevate it."

He rubbed it gently, and at first it clicked painfully, but then it felt nice, soothing. Then, he did something you couldn't have guessed, he moved one hand beneath your legs, right where your knees were and he moved one onto your back, lifting up. You blushed, looking up at him with wide eyes and a visibly flustered expression as this well-built, strong man lifted you up.

"Now, lord, my job is to keep you safe, so we're going to go to the library and stay there, alright?"

Flustered, you nodded, Luke carrying you back towards the path, towards the castle.

"Kind of funny that a Child of Hermes is delivering me to the castle, hm? Usually your delivering things to me, not the other way 'round,"

He tensed, and for a second, he nearly dropped you.

"Sorry, I--"

"It's fine. But I'm not like my father. I'm not going to leave you, especially not when you need me,"

You felt bad, and he knew you didn't.. you hadn't realised it was a touchy subject, it was nobody's fault. Well, nobody except Hermes. As if to silently apologise for almost dropping you, he wraps his arms around you a little tighter, but you didn't have the confidence to speak up again, not after that little blunder.

"My dad.. he.. he never stuck around. My mother was a prophet, and whatever she saw.. it messed her up pretty bad. She was scary to be around, at best. She tried but.. she wasn't much of a mother. And my father, my God of a father, did nothing. I just thought.. you should know. Sorry. You didn't need to know all that--"

He didn't even know why he was telling you this, you didn't need to know. You knew why he was telling you, though. He's telling you because he trusts you.

"Thank you for telling me,"

He smiled, a little bit, not much, it was faint, but it was a smile. Your eyes linger on his smile longer than it should, and his lips part a little as he notices you staring.

He carries you up and into the library you had ran away from not long ago and your legs twitch as you consider jumping out of his arms.

"Don't even think about it."

He reminds you, and you chuckle, staying still as he kicks the door open and places you down on a chair, grabbing a cushion from the couch by the fireplace, putting it on another chair and elevating your foot for you. You wanted to pipe up with your 'you hate me' or 'you're trying to torture me' remark that you usually made when you had to do something you didn't want to, but you couldn't find the words.

Instead, you just busied yourself with Spanish, going through different verbs and their endings and how to use them in a sentence, visibly bored. Luke, feeling more comfortable and confident since he figured out he could make you do things without complaints, tapped you on the shoulder. You sort of glared at him, a sign of resentment for making you do the boring task.

"Don't hate me?"

He asked, chuckling.

"It would be pretty unfortunate to report that in my first week of being your guard you already hate me,"

You couldn't help but crack a smile as you looked into those big, hooded eyes. He smiled back, clearly having grown accustomed to being around you. Then, you decided to test the waters. He was handsome, you were alone. The King wouldn't know. You lean up, close to his face, close enough to make him blush.

"And what if I do hate you?"

"Well, you'd have to get a new guard,"

You frowned at the idea, and he smiled.

"Would you want that?"

Sighing, you realise what he'd done.

"No,"

Cocky prick. He was grinning, ear-to-ear, clearly proud of himself. You'd grown fond of one another, that was very evident in the way you two interacted.

"At least distract me from my work,"

Humming, Luke thought about your request.

"Lukey?"

The humming halted and he blushed, visibly flustered. He hadn't expected to know his name, let alone give him a nickname.

"I'm meant to be guarding you, you know,"

He murmured, looking away to avoid your gaze. He was clearly flustered by the nickname, and it was glorious. See, he couldn't be the only one who was charming. Hah.

"Can't you be a distraction too?"

You leaned in a little closer, and his breath hitched as he had no choice but to look at you now. Nobody was around, but could you imagine if someone saw?

"Pull away,"

His eyes widened. It was a challenge, and he was unable to rise to it. His resolve crumbled, and he leaned in, pecking you on the lips, then pulled back. Oh Gods. Oh Gods. You just giggled. How could you just giggle?! He- he had just kissed you- TAINTED you, a member of the royal court! A PRINCE! And- and- and you'd just let him! You'd tempted him and you let him.

"Oh Gods, [Y/N], I'm so sorry,"

He apologised about a hundred times over, and with a sharp inhale, you realised he was feeling the instant guilt. You leaned in, kissing him back. He went weak, cupping your face before pulling away.

"Lord? Why did you do that?"

Spoken with a murmur, you leaned back in again.

"Because I want you to shut up and kiss me."

So much for a stoic and professional guard.

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80svhstapes · 15 days ago

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Tripped and fell into his bed...

Pt 1.Bad Idea right?, Pt 2 - Tripped and fell into his bed

Smut +18 MDI, Wrap it before you tap it (Surppries!) Male!Reader x Luke

Y/n and his friends are at the bar again.

The air was thick with the smell of stale beer and sweat as Y/n and his friends crowded around the jukebox, arguing over what song to play next. It was just another night at their favorite dive bar, and they were determined to make it memorable. Y/n was definitely more than tipsy, and you could tell by his flushed face, slurred speech, and the way he kept losing his balance that he was having a good time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar number flashing on his phone screen. It was Luke, his ex. They hadn't spoken since the messy breakup a few months ago, and Y/n had been doing his best to avoid him. But tonight, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. He looks around at all of his friends and orders another drink from the bar tender, a girl to his left twirling her hair around her finger, flirting and fluttering her eyelashes at him.

He unlocks his phone and sees the text from Luke: "Hey, you. It's been a while. I've been thinking about you. Can I call you later?" His heart skips a beat and his palms start to sweat. Part of him wants to ignore it, pretend like it never came in, but another part of him can't help but feel a tugging at his chest. He types back a short reply, "i'll think about it"

The rest of the night passes in a blur of laughter, music, and more drinks. When the clock strikes two, and the bar begins to empty out, Y/n finds himself outside with his friends planning to go to a strip club, his brain was already buzzing though, like static was playing in his brain, and he just couldn't focus.

So he does what another friend does and follows them to the club, stumbling after them as they laugh and talk loudly down the street. He tugs his flannel off and ties it around his waist, trying to cool himself off.

As they enter the club, the flashing lights and loud music assault their senses, and Y/n feels a wave of nausea wash over him. He leans against the wall, trying to steady himself as he watches his friends make their way through the crowd towards the stage. The dancers gyrate and spin, their bodies on display for the leering men around them, and Y/n can't help but feel a pang of sadness for them.

He tries to push these thoughts aside, reminding himself that he's here to have a good time, but the more he drinks, the harder it becomes. The air grows thick with the smell of sweat and desperation, and he can't shake the feeling that something isn't quite right. As he wanders aimlessly through the club, his gaze drifts towards the exit, before he could make his way over a friend pulls him over by the arm to the rest of his friends that were gathered around a woman dancing on a pole.

"Dude, come check this out! This chick is amazing!" Y/n's friend practically shouts into his ear, jerking his arm roughly. Reluctantly, he pulls away and follows their gaze to where they're all staring. A tall, curvy woman with long, dark hair is spinning on the pole, her body moving in fluid motions that seem to defy gravity. She catches Y/n's eye and smiles seductively, beckoning him closer. His friends notice and push him closer to her, laughing and egging him on.

"Come on, Y/n! Have a good time!" His friend shouts over the music, slapping him on the back. With a sigh, Y/n moves closer to the stage, feeling the weight of his inhibitions pressing down on him. As he watches the dancer, something about her movement is different from the others. There's a grace and fluidity that's almost hypnotic. She catches his eye again, her lips parting in a smile.

He gets another notification on his phone and glances down to see another message from Luke. It was just his new address, a simple, "Thought you might want this." Y/n's heart skips a beat again, but this time it's different. There's something… hopeful about it. He doesn't respond this time instead he tells his friends he's going to the bathroom but he slips out the clubs door instead.

Outside, the cool night air feels good on his skin, and he takes a deep breath, trying to clear his head. He walks to his car, unlocks it, and sinks into the driver's seat. He glances at his phone again, still undecided about what to do about Luke's messages. As he sits there, staring at the club in the distance, he can't help but feel a little guilty about leaving his friends there, he brushes it off though and starts his car up.

He text his friends that he's going home because he doesn't feel good and going to get some sleep, and then he turns his phone off. He takes a deep breath and starts the car, then he decides to drive to the address Luke had sent him. It's an apartment complex not far from the club, fairly fancy. He parks his car and walks up the steps hesitating for a second.

He's nervous but his blood has liquid courage in it so he knocks anyway. when the door opens and reveals a shirtless Luke he can't even remember why he broke up with him in the first place. He looks even better without a shirt on, his muscles gleaming in the dim light of the hallway.

"Got your text…" Y/n mumbles as his eyes trace down Luke's front following his happy trail to where it disappears into his jeans. His face flushes and Luke smirks. "You gonna come in?" he offers, stepping aside to let him in.

"I…don't know why I'm here…" Y/n replies, feeling the alcohol in his system making it hard to think straight. He shake his head trying to clear his head, "I just… I wanted to see where you were living… and… and I wanted to talk to you."

"Talk?" Luke's smirk turns into a smile, "You never want to just talk, Y/n. You always have a hidden motive."

"Fine." Y/n snaps, "I just wanted to tell you that we shouldn't do this anymore. That's all. That's all I needed to say." He turns to leave but Luke stops him with a hand on his arm.

"But you're here, aren't you?" Luke's voice is softer now, "That means something."

Y/n looks at the hand on his arm and swallows hard. He can feel the warmth of Luke's skin, and his heart starts to race. "Yeah, I know." He says finally, "It's just… I don't know if I can do this again."

They sit down on the couch, the room spinning slightly around Y/n. Luke's apartment is messy, but it's a comfortable mess. Like he's lived here for a while and just hasn't had the energy to clean. There's a pile of laundry in the corner and empty takeout containers on the coffee table.

"I've missed you." Luke says finally, his thumb tracing circles on Y/n's hand. "A lot."

Y/n can't bring himself to look at him. "You hurt me, Luke." He whispers, "A lot."

"I know. And I'm sorry." Luke's voice is earnest, "But I've changed. I've had time to think and I know what I want now."

"What do you want?" Y/n asks, his voice hoarse.

"I want you." Luke says simply, "I want us to work. I want to be the person you need."

Y/n sighs, "But what if you're not?"

"Then I'll try harder." Luke leans in, his breath warm against Y/n's cheek, "I'll keep trying until I get it right."

Why didn't you try then?

The room is spinning faster now, and Y/n can feel the pull of Luke's proximity. The scent of him, the heat of his body, it's all so familiar and yet so alien. "I don't know if I can trust you again." He admits.

"You don't have to trust me now." Luke says, "You just have to give me a chance to earn it back."

Y/n looks into Luke's eyes, searching for the truth. They're filled with a mix of hope and sadness, and he can see that Luke is being sincere. He doesn't know if it's the alcohol or the nostalgia, but he feels something give way inside of him. He leans in, and before he knows it, their lips are pressed together in a kiss that's hungry and desperate.

It's like all the anger and pain from their breakup is being washed away in the heat of the moment. They kiss for what feels like an eternity, until Y/n's head is swimming and he has to pull back for air.

"Okay." He says, "I'll give you a chance. But if you mess this up again…" Y/n trails off, not quite sure what the consequences would be but knowing that he couldn't go through another heartbreak.

"You won't have to worry about that." Luke whispers, leaning in to kiss him again. This time it's slower, more deliberate. Y/n's heart is racing, and he can feel his resolve slipping away.

They move to the bedroom, the floor littered with clothes and the bed unmade. But Y/n doesn't care. He's been craving this contact for months, and the feel of Luke's skin against his is like coming home. They undress each other clumsily, fumbling with buttons and zippers, eager to feel more of each other.

Their bodies intertwine on the bed, and Y/n can't help but let out a soft moan as Luke's hand trails down his chest. He's missed this so much. The way Luke's hands know exactly where to touch him, how to make him feel alive. He wraps his arms around Luke's neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

Their kiss grew more urgent as their hands began to explore each other's bodies. Y/n felt the warmth of Luke's skin beneath his fingertips, his muscles tensing and relaxing in response to his touch. Luke's hands roamed over Y/n's back, tracing the line of his spine down to the small of his waist, where he gently pulled him closer.

They broke apart for a moment, panting, their eyes searching for a silent confirmation that this was what they both wanted. Finding it, Y/n leaned in again, this time more confidently, and deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced together as they slowly began to undress each other, their movements deliberate and purposeful.

The coolness of the room contrasted with the heat between them as they removed their shirts, revealing the toned chests that had once been so intimately acquainted. Luke's hands traveled up Y/n's arms, pushing the fabric over his shoulders and down his back. Y/n returned the favor, feeling the warmth of Luke's skin and the smoothness of his chest.

They continued to kiss as they unbuckled each other's belts and unzipped their pants. Their breath grew heavier, their bodies pressing closer together as the layers of clothing fell away. The sound of their clothes dropping to the floor was a soft echo in the otherwise silent room.

Finally, they were both naked, their bodies entwined as they lay down on the bed. The softness of the sheets brushed against their skin as they rolled over each other, their hands never stopping their exploration. Luke's mouth traveled down Y/n's neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that made him shiver with pleasure.

Y/n's hands found their way to Luke's firm thighs, his fingers digging into the muscle as Luke's lips moved to his chest. The sensation was stimulating, and Y/n could feel his body responding, his arousal growing with every touch.

Without a word, Luke shifted his position, moving down the bed. His eyes never left Y/n's as he took him in his mouth, the warmth and wetness of his mouth sending shockwaves of pleasure through Y/n's body. He moaned, his head falling back into the pillow, as Luke's skilled tongue worked its magic.

Y/n's hips began to buck, his body moving in a rhythm that was impossible to resist. Luke's grip on his thighs tightened, holding him in place as he took him deeper. The pleasure was intense, and Y/n could feel his climax building, the tension coiling in his lower belly.

As Y/n's moans grew louder, Luke pulled away, his eyes smoldering with desire. "Do you want me inside you?" he whispered, his voice thick with want.

Y/n nodded, unable to form words, his breath coming in gasps. Luke reached for the bedside drawer, his hand shaking slightly as he retrieved a bottle of lube. He coated his fingers, then slid them down between Y/n's legs, teasing his entrance before pushing in gently.

The sensation was exquisite, and Y/n's body responded eagerly, his muscles relaxing to accept Luke's touch. Luke stroked him slowly, watching Y/n's face intently, reading every expression of pleasure. When he was ready, Luke positioned himself, the head of his erection nudging against Y/n's entrance.

With a deep breath, Y/n nodded again, and Luke pushed inside, filling him completely. They both groaned at the sensation, the feeling of being connected after so long apart. Luke began to move, setting a steady rhythm that had Y/n's hips rising to meet him.

Their bodies moved in unison, the only sounds in the room their gasps and moans. The rain outside had picked up, now a soothing white noise that complemented the rhythmic slap of skin on skin.

Y/n wrapped his legs around Luke's waist, pulling him closer, deeper. He could feel the familiar tingle in his spine, the signal that he was close. "I'm going to come," he managed to say, his voice strained with passion.

"Me too," Luke grunted, his pace increasing.

Their climaxes hit them simultaneously, their bodies tightening and releasing in a symphony of pleasure. They held onto each other tightly, their hearts racing, as they rode the waves of ecstasy together.

As they lay there, panting and tangled in the sheets, the rain outside had turned into white noise, a comforting reminder of the outside world that was temporarily forgotten.

Just tripped and fell into his bed...

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