#Lutteo fanfic

[putonmyfavoriteshow]

Here's my DCLA Gift Exchange <3

and right under the wire 😬

I know you're probably asleep but hopefully you'll wake up to this gift in a few short hours @countessofravenclaw :)

Enjoy this time-travelling Disney World adventure with the fearsome foursome of Luna, Matteo, Nina and Gastón! For some musical accompaniment:

[onetimeonthesims]

So, I wanted to show you my SL families in the Sims 2. These are quite different from how I normally picture next gens.

First off, we have Jim and Yam. They have two daughters. They are named Lola and Charlie, just like in my next gen AU

They are not twins, they simply both are toddlers at this moment. Lola is a day from being a child.

Then we have Gastina, with their daughter who I named Minna.

The most interesting household consists of Simón, Ámbar and Luna. There are four kids in the house, and all have different parents.

Ok, so I need to explain something about the Sims 2, if you didn’t know. Sims’ aspirations are influenced by their wishes. If you don’t complete Sims’ wishes, the aspiration will drop to a low level. Here we have an example of Yam’s wishes. She has the family aspiration.

She wishes to give someone a gift, teach Charlie to sing, buy a toy, teach Charlie to talk, adopt a baby and teach Charlie to walk. She also has three fears: That giving a gift will be rejected, that Jim dies and that she’s not gonna get to have a snowball fight.

The wish to have a baby is very interesting here. You see, Yam has a clear wish to ADOPT a baby. This means that, if I biologically give her a child, her wish will not go away. The same thing when a sim has a wish to have a child; if you adopt a kid, the wish will not go away because they wanna have one biologically.

Luna wants to have kids biologically. She is not married to anyone, nor is dating anyone. However, she did have a thing with Matteo from University.

And… I do not support Lutteo but I used Matteo as a breeder. So, this is the Lutteo produced child, David

In the same household, we also got Simbar’s child, Lilith

Then MATTEO DIED OF FLIES. Yeah, you can die of flies in this game.

But Luna still wanted more kids, biologically. So, I did a thing.

Simbar is married, and I do not want to break them up by making someone cheat with Luna.

But if you have played the Sims 4, you know you can make a science baby. In the Sims 2, you can impregnate people without the need to woohoo with ”the Tombstone of life and death”, which is an object you get with cheats.

So, I decided it could be fun to mix some genes here. So, I impregnated Luna without her having to woohoo with the person.

Let me present Emil, the baby made from mixing Luna and Simón’s genes.

And I decided to, hey what the heck, let’s mix EVERYONE’s genes.

So, I made Ámbar pregnant too. With her and Luna’s genes.

This baby is named Lucia and Simón loves her just as if it was his own daughter 💜

So uh. Yeah we got a family where everyone has kids with everyone here. Not what I would do in my fanfics where I instead have some clear next gen OCs, but this game gave me some other plans.

Also… Luna has a wish to have 10 kids

Calm down (I’m not gonna give her 10 kids, wishes change every day if you don’t lock them)

[sapphire374]

When Stars Align

“Is this the second time we’ve both gotten stuck in the same elevator?” 

Wattpad Link

I would like to give a special thanks to @silver-inked for helping me when I went through writers block with this idea. I was able to figure out an idea cause of your help so thank you. :)

Background: The gang are at a Roller Skating competition. It’s sort of an AU that would take place in season three but there are no spoilers or mention of anything that correlates to season three. A character does mention Mitchel but nothing specifically about him is said. Ships included are Lutteo (with angst)  and Simbar. 

Luna and Matteo both entered inside the elevator to head upstairs since it was their turn next to compete. They stole glances from each other and it was just pure silence in the air. They both couldn’t help but stay angry at each other for their own reasons. 

“C’mon Emilia hurry up,” Ámbar demanded outside of the elevator.

“Can’t you see I’m trying!” Emilia replied. Emilia was frantically unscrewing the latch that contained all of the buttons of the elevator outside. She pulled out her scissors from her back pocket and snipped at one of the cords. The elevator stopped.

“It stopped..” Matteo noticed.

“Chico Fresa, what do you mean it stopped? Can’t you just press another button to go up.”

“None of them work. The elevator is stuck,” Matteo stuttered whilst frantically pressing all the buttons at once.

Luna covered her face in astonishment. Out of all the days and all the times it had to be now, right before it was their turn to perform and nonetheless with Matteo. The one person she didn’t even want to look at right now or even be with. Luna pulled out her phone. 

“Ugh there’s no service. What are we going to do?” Luna anxiously asked. 

“It’s ok, calm down Chica Delivery. Someone is bound to notice and try to use the elevator. They will let us go and we’ll be fine.”

“Clearly you’re forgetting one very important event. We were up next to skate and now we won’t be able to make it on time! Plus how are you able to stay so calm? You must not care so much about this, only your album is all you worry about.”

Matteo rapidly turned towards her. “Of course I care, it’s just in matters like these it’s important to stay calm. Plus you’re not so perfect either Luna. You haven’t stopped holding a grudge on me for what happened with the album and Bruno. You know I’m not like that anymore and I already apologized countless times,” Matteo rebutted.

“Ok maybe I went a little too far there but lately you’ve been just so distant from me and the gang. Whenever we talk about competitions you lose interest and the closer I try to get to you, the farther you move away.” Matteo stayed silent at her response. 

Luna broke the silence and said, “Well I’m going to try to call for help.”

“How?” Matteo questioned.

Luna yelled whilst banging at the door with her hand as a fist “HELP HELP! WE’RE TRAPPED IN HERE! HELP!” Matteo decided to do the same thing. 

“Aww hear that Emilia, they’re trapped. Poor things, well I guess they have to figure it out all on their own.” Ámbar and Emilia cackled together. Emilia picked up all of her tools and placed it in her backpack after screwing back the elevator button latch so there will be no evidence that it was them. 

“C’mon let’s get out of here so no one thinks it’s us.” Emilia ran out the hallway and so did Ámbar till she bumped into someone. Her black, fringe shoulder bag falling to the floor alongside her phone. “Watch where you’re goi- oh Simón! Uh what are you doing here?” Her mood and tone of voice quickly shifts when she notices it’s Simón.

Simón bends over to pick up Ámbar’s stuff like the gentleman he is. Ambar always loved it when he was nice to her but now wasn’t a good time. She had to hurry quick before the others suspect it was her. “I’ve been searching for Luna and Matteo. They’re needed now at the rink, they’re up next to skate. Have you seen them?”

Ámbar rapidly shakes her head, “No no I haven’t, sorry. Don’t worry too much about it though, they're bound to be found soon. In fact, they’re probably at the rink tying up their shoes, you know they’re never late to a performance.”

Simón scratches his head. “Yeah I guess you’re right. Hey, what are you doing here?”

Ámbar quickly makes up an excuse. “I was just… looking for the vending machine! I wanted to eat something before I prepared skates.”

“Oh say no more.” Simón stuffs his hands in his pockets scavenging for something. He pulls out two granola bars and smiles. “Here you go. You can have it. It’s not much but it’s something you can eat and not have to buy or waste your money.”

 Ámbar couldn’t help but smile at this sweet gesture Simón made. He always helps her, without thinking. Ámbar couldn’t help but wonder maybe there is somebody in this world who cares about her, could it be Simón? Would life be better if she just let her guard down to him, for him.

“HELP! HELP!” The staring contest between Ámbar and Simón spontaneously ended. “Do you hear that?” Simón asked Ámbar. “No no. Must be some kids playing outside.”

Simón immediately ran to the dressing room hallway. Ámbar changed her mentality on a “what if she did change” cause she feels at the end of the day he will always prefer Luna and the others. “Stupid Lunita always ruining everything. Plus, what’s the point of changing if he’s alway going to care for those losers and ignore me or leave me at the sidelines. I’m tired of being thrown to the side,” Ámbar wondered. 

Emilia dashed to Ámbar. “I came back. I thought you were right behind me running. If we stay any longer they will figure out it was us.”

“I know we have to hurry but our plan sort of backfired. Simón was able to hear these two idiots yelling from the elevator.”

Emilia puts her hand over her head. “No it can’t be. Well, fixing that elevator shouldn’t be easy and it's their turn now meaning they’ll miss it. We’re just going to have to hope that the judges don’t give them a second chance.”

Ámbar and Emilia escape the scene. Simón runs into the hallway. He notices the closer he approaches the elevator, the louder he hears the screaming for help. “Guys are you ok? Who is this in the elevator and what happened?”

“Simón! Simón! It’s us, Luna and Matteo! The elevator randomly stopped and there’s no service. Ever since then we’ve been trapped in here,” Luna announces.

“Oh I’ll go get Juliana now! Don’t go anywhere ok?”

“Guitarrista, where would we go, we’re trapped,” Matteo answered. 

“Oh yeah that’s right. Whoops.” Simón replied.

Simón runs off to go let the team know. Now it’s just Luna and Matteo…. alone. Luna sits down, bends her knees and lays her head on top with a gloomy expression plastered on her face. Matteo can’t help but stare at the way Luna feels depressed. He hates seeing her the opposite of her usual happy, cheery self. “Cheer up Chica Delivery, they’re coming soon to fix the elevator. We’ll be out of here in no time.”

“But Matteo, we missed our turn to skate and what if the judges don’t give us another opportunity. What if, cause of us, our whole team misses out on performing as well. We don’t know how severe the elevator issue is nor how long it will take and -”

Matteo cuts Luna off and tries to comfort her. “And everything will be okay. Look if those things do end up happening then we’ll have another opportunity in a future competition. Some things are just out of our hands, like this elevator incident in this case.”

“You’re right but we worked so hard for this competition.”

“And we'll work even harder for the next one,” Matteo being optimistic, hoping this would make her feel better. 

“Yeah you’re right.” Luna sighs.

The elevator turned to silence again. They couldn’t help but steal glances from one another. Oh how it was so hard to just speak to the other, they’re constantly overthinking and worried to put their heart out on the line. “Why do we always end up in arguments with each other,” they wondered. Matteo inhaled a large gulp of hair, tried to put his nerves on the sidelines and his courage to the test. 

“I’m sorry for avoiding you these past days.”

Luna’s head shifted towards Matteo now. All her attention is now on him.

“It’s just I didn’t know how to react when seeing you constantly with Michel and I was worried there is something more between the two of you. I thought there was and tried to give you space, you deserve someone who truly loves you and cares about you. I didn’t want to get in the way of that but at the same time it hurt seeing you with him so I always tried to leave. Sorry if I ended up hurting you in any way from doing that. I would never want to hurt you or cause you any pain.”

Luna's lips slowly curved into a little smile. “Chico Fresa, thank you for being honest with me. Me and Michel are just friends, I can guarantee that. I also would like to say I’m sorry for being harsh and upset. Your  music deal was very important to you and I shouldn’t always prioritize these competitions, I should’ve been there to comfort you when Bruno cancelled it at the time. You were my boyfriend and I really did care about you, and still do. I think it was just I didn’t want to see you lose sight of yourself and care solely about your album and your success. Life is much more than that but I should’ve expressed myself better. I did notice though you have changed ever since you apologized. You now make more of an effort to get along with Simon and are even friends, which is so cute! I know it has been tough for you ever since Gaston left as well. Just know I will always be here for you, whenever you need me.”

Matteo smiled widely now. Luna’s words couldn’t have been any more comforting. He hates arguing with her but he loves these intimate moments, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all to get trapped in this elevator. Maybe it was meant to be, maybe it was their time for the stars to align.

Matteo and Luna both got up. Juliana and the gang were outside with an electrician fixing the buttons to the elevator. Luna and Matteo were so wrapped up in their conversation they barely even noticed. “Let’s make a deal Matteo. I will try to focus some more time in helping you out with your music if you will do the same with these competitions and actually get excited for them, and train with me.”

Matteo chuckled. He was beaming with joy and anyone who knew him could tell. “It’s a deal.” Luna took out her hand and Matteo shook it. Right after, while holding her hand shaking it, he pulled her in closer. They were only centimeters apart now. The air felt like it escaped their lungs and Matteo knew exactly what he was doing when he did it. “So Chica Delivery, is it true what you said about me? You still care about me?”

Luna looked up. Their faces were so close to each other, their noses touched. “Chico Fresa, you still have doubts, on me?!” Luna joked.

“Do you still have feelings for me too?” The sparks were reignited again and floating in the air. Luna tried to breath and her nerves couldn’t stop from taking over her. Great, now she forgot how to breath. Matteo caressed her cheek and now her skin feels like it’s on fire. Her heart couldn’t stop racing. She wanted to answer but she already knew he knew the answer as they kept leaning closer...and closer… and…

BING

The automatic doors have opened

Everyone stared at Luna and Matteo’s almost kiss. Luna and Matteo frantically moved their faces and stared in shock. They were not expecting the elevator to get fixed so fast. Jazmin had her tablet in hand and exclaimed, “YES I GOT IT ALL ON TAPE! Ja- Jazmin fans you all are in for a real treat this week!” Luna face palmed herself and couldn’t believe Matteo was laughing, even if he was trying to hide it.

[hes-a-bit-of-a-prat]

Fangirls, fangirling: Awww, that's soo cute! Awww. Squeee!

Me: *Series of pterodactyl screeches and throat gurgles*

(I'm looking at YOU Lutteo!)

[mylutteoheart]

Nightly Adventures

Look at me, actually writing fanfiction again. Who knew? Anyway, I’m a little rusty with writing Lutteo but I hope it’s alright. I had a bad year and this certainly helped me brighten my spirits. Also, it’s been just over three years since I started writing fanfiction and I’m so happy I did. Enjoy!

PS This little late happens after they get back together and before the fire in the mansion, when the boys still lived in the barn behind the mansion

find my other fics here

It hasn't been long since Luna and Matteo got back together after suffering for so long. Matteo couldn't be happier. He's been spending his time either on making plans for his album or being with Luna. He knew he couldn't pass up chances to be with his girlfriend, she's too amazing for that.

He still lived in the barn of the mansion with the guys and it's been both a blessing and a curse. It is a blessing because he can spend time with Luna whenever he wants and a bad thing because Miguel is watching them closely as he was afraid they were going to do something.

Matteo didn't blame him, he was just being protective of his daughter and he didn't want her to get hurt. But he swore to himself he was never going to let that happen again. He did enough of that last year.

Whenever they were alone in the mansion, they would get interrupted which Matteo wasn't all that happy about. He missed his chica delivery so much for so long, he didn't want to waste a second with her.

Currently, they were alone sitting in the living room, watching a movie. He had no idea what the movie was about, he was too focused on the girl cuddled up next to him. He had his arms wrapped around her shoulder and she rested her head on his shoulder while their fingers were tangled in each other in their free hands. It was pure bliss, he thought.

She was slowly drifting off to sleep in the middle of the movie and it didn't matter to him, she was so cute when she was sleeping. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She cuddled more closer to him when she was fully asleep and he couldn't help the smile appearing on his face. He picked her up bridal style and lifted her off the couch. No one was home yet, so that was good for him. They forbade him from going into her room.

He brought her to her bedroom and slowly lied her on the bed, he tucked her in and tried to make her as comfortable as possible.

Luna felt the change of places unconsciously but didn't wake up until she was lying in bed and her boyfriend was about to leave to let her get some rest.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Matteo's back retreating. "Why am I here?" she asked groggily. Confused on how she got to her room.

Matteo turned around when he heard her voice. "You fell asleep, so I thought you'd be more comfortable in your bed than in my arms." He asked amused at how confused she looked.

"You could have woken me up." she stated, she sounded angry but in reality, she wasn't, she was happy he did that for her.

"You were sleeping so well, so I didn't want to." He said matter-of-factly.

"But I wanted to spend time with you, especially now that everyone was out." she said with a frown.

"I'm sure we'll have more time alone." he argued, even though he knew she was right.

"But we always get interrupted when we try to be alone." she sighed. "I missed you and I hate that I don't get to enjoy these moments alone with you."

"You're right, I hate it too. I haven't been able to kiss you so much ever since we got back together." he crossed his arms, trying to hide his dissapointment.

"We need to find some time to be alone." she commented and started thinking about ways to accomplish this.

He was thinking as well and after a long while, an idea popped into his mind and he was suddenly worried she wouldn't like what he's going to say.

He scratched his neck because of his nerves and took a deep breath. "I might have an idea."

She looked up to him to show him she was listening and nodded for him to go on.

"I know your parents will know if I go to your room so why don't you sneak out at night and come to the barn?" he waited a moment to continue. "The guys would be asleep and we won't get interrupted, we could talk or kiss. Whatever you want."

She was unsure about his proposal and voiced her worries: "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

She saw the glint in his eye that showed her immediately that her chico fresa has come to the surface: "I always have good ideas and this one is no difference." he smiled his chico fresa smile for effect.

She crossed her arms and answered: "Said who?"

"Me, obviously." he pointed out as if it was obvious.

He saw her hesitance and added: "Come on, how can you deny the king of the rink? Besides, I don't see any other way to get kisses from you." he looked at her expectantly.

"You know, sometimes I think that the only thing you want from me is kisses." she stated.

"You know I love you for how amazing you are. Don't doubt that." he objected and walked over to her to poke her nose. They both laughed and he leaned in to hug her.

When they broke apart, he gave her a peck on the lips. "Come on, chica delivery, you won't regret it, I promise." and that's all she needed to agree and they both agreed on meeting in the barn the following night.

The next evening, Luna waited anxiously until she knew for sure everyone was asleep. When she felt it was safe, she put on warm slippers and a jacket from her closet and sneaked out of her room.

She cautiously walked across the garden to the barn, still afraid someone might catch her but no one did.

She softly knocked on the door when she reached her destination. After a minute or so, Matteo opened the door for her. Once he saw her, a huge smile appeared in his face.

"Hello, chica delivery." Before she could answer, he took her hand and lead her inside. He walked fast towards the couch and was very excited to finally be with her uninterrupted.

When they sat down, he didn't give her the time to say a word. He immediately put his lips on hers in a kiss that clearly showed his desperation to finally kiss her again. She responded the second she felt his lips on hers. They both smiled into the kiss, forgetting about the sleeping boys a few feet away from them.

Slowly, the kiss deepened and he rested a hand on her cheek and rubbed small circles with his thumb on it. She wrapped her hands around his neck and brought him closer to her. It was obvious they both missed each other.

Not soon after, he pulled her into his lap to get into a more comfortable position and she straddled him without objection. They didn't take a minute to breathe, too eager to feel each other's lips. When he bit her slip slightly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her impossibly closer.

Eventually, they couldn't take it anymore and pulled apart to get some air into their lungs. He rested his forehead and smiled like an idiot, still a little dazed by the mind blowing kiss they just shared. She couldn't help but return the smile.

"I would've shown just how much I missed being with you, but I don't think it's a good idea with Simón and Pedro sleeping just a few feet away." he paused. "Although, I don't think I have to worry about your best friend because I'm pretty sure he sneaks out to Ámbar's room every night."

They both laughed at this and the rest of the night was spent making out, cuddling and talking to each other until they phyiscally couldn't keep their open out of exhaustion. So they both fell asleep in each other's arms with a smile on their face. Enjoying the time they got to spend together.

[huffletiika]

Back to you (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/v883DoMHSV Soy Luna | Lutteo | #DeimosAU 》there's always a second chance for those destined to be together.《 Her best friend Nina is about to marry the love of her life, and she chose her to be her maid of honor, so saying Luna is excited about it is an understatement. The only problem? She has to spend a weekend under the same roof as the groomsman, who happens to be his ex-boyfriend: the super-famous singer and producer Matteo Balsano, whom she haven't seen in many years. Disclaimer: The characters belong to Disney Channel Latam. (*) This AU happens many years in the future, and is set from the events at the end of Soy Luna's 2nd season, so just think as if the 3rd season have never happened. Warning: some scenes and conversations are more adult, as the characters in this AU aren't children anymore.

[hide-in-imagination]

“Just Another Typical Dinner”-simbar/lutteo oneshot

Based on the prompt: “Can you write a little fluffy/domestic scene of a dinner at the mansion a few days after the finale? Similar to the one we got just a little bit more simbar than Matteo? A bit of Monica trying to disturb them like in episode 56 wouldn’t hurt either 😊”. Also for that anon that asked for a fifty fifty Lutteo and Simbar oneshot. 

I hope this is close to what you wanted! 

Some days after Luna’s birthday party the Valentes, Alfredo and Matteo had gathered once again at the dinner table to share a nice meal together. There were three vacant seats, one was Pedro’s because he was at Delfi’s and the other two were for Simón and Ámbar, who arrived together some minutes later, the guitarist holding her from behind making it kinda hard for the girl to walk. When she pointed that out he proceeded to smother her cheek and neck with little kisses, making her giggle before pushing him away so she could take her seat.

Matteo whistled. “Look at you. Wasn’t there enough cuddling at your date? Or did you just forget all together the concept of ‘personal space’?”, he teased as both sat down on the table in front of him.

“Talk for yourself. Or isn’t that your arm wrapped around my best friend right now?”, retorted Simón, gesturing at the Italian that was hugging Luna by the waist, their chairs pretty much stuck together.

The alluded couple looked at each other and laughed happily before Matteo turned back to Simón. “Touché”.

Alfredo smiled warmly from his spot at the head of the table as he looked at the exchange. “It makes me so happy to see so much love in this house. It’s definitely what we deserved after all the hardships we went through this year, and I hope”, he said, raising his glass, “that we have many more moments like this”.   

They all raised their glasses in toast and then started their meal.

It only took a minute for Miguel to notice that Simón was eating with his left hand. He wasn’t a leftie.

“Guys. Hands on the table where I can see them”, he called out, and with a smile that said “caught” Simón lifted his hand that was holding Ámbar’s, giving it a quick kiss before letting it go.

“All hands”, stressed Miguel, giving a pointed look at Matteo who finally let go of his girlfriend’s waist.

“So, Luna? Have you decided already what you’re gonna do after you graduate?”, asked Alfredo, starting conversation.

“Well, I know that I want to skate, that much will never change. Now, about careers I’m still not sure”.

“Why don’t you pursue a professional skater career like Ramiro? With your talent, charm, cuteness, shine and dedication I’m sure you’d get very far. Even Felipe Mendevilla made you a proposal already”, said Matteo, taking the opportunity to flirt with her. Everything was a chance to flirt with her, really.

She gave him her usual look of ‘you’re an idiot and I love you for it’ before speaking. “Thank you, Matteo, but remember that we’re a team. We are all talented, and together we’re gonna achieve great things, I’m certain of it”, she stated as she looked at Simón and Ámbar on the other side of the table, smiling at them before facing her grandfather. “But I like the idea of studying a career, I think I’d like to experience it”.

“And did you think already what you’d like to do?”, prompted the old man. 

Luna looked a little nervous. “I mean, yeah, I thought about something. But it’s not definitive yet, alright? I just think it’d be fun”.

“And what is that, daughter?”, asked Miguel by her said.

The girl smiled.

 “A kindergarden teacher”.

Everyone’s eyebrows rose at the same time in surprise except Alfredo who smiled excitedly.  

“A teacher? Really? I didn’t have you as the type who loves going to school”, joked Simón, knowing the girl would rather be in the Roller all day than in class.

“You’re not wrong”, laughed Luna, “But, I feel like is such a noble job, you know? To help form the next generation, help them discover what their dreams are and encourage them to fulfill them… Also, I really love kids, and because of kindergarten’s’ schedules I could work in the morning and skate in the afternoon”.

Everyone seemed to be understanding now why she would like to study that and decide it kinda made sense. Everyone except Matteo who was looking at her seriously.

“Mmm I think you’re gonna have a problem with that”.

Luna looked apprehensively at him. “What?”

He grimaced and patted her shoulder. “There’s a very high chance that they’ll mistake you for one of the children”.

It took one second and then the whole table erupted in laughter.

Luna yanked his hand off her shoulder. “Hey, I’m not that small!”

“Whatever stops your crying, love”, he said condescending, making the girl glare at him but he compensated her by wrapping his arm around her shoulder and kissing her cheek. “I promise to still love you when I’m two meters tall and you can’t reach me”.

Simón laughed. “I’m sorry to tell you friend but I don’t think that’s gonna happen”.

“Talk for yourself old man, I still got some years to grow so don’t rain on my parade”.

“I’m just one year older than you!”

“Well that’s one more year I have to grow that you don’t”, countered Matteo.

Ámbar placed her hand on Simón’s shoulder and sent Matteo a superior look. “You’re just jealous cause he’s taller than you”.

Simón automatically joined the tease. “Ooohh Matteo, that’s not right. Jealousy is bad for our friendship”, he said putting his hand over his heart. Luna laughed.

“For like one centimeter!”, exclaimed the Italian, outraged. “And I’m pretty sure it’s the hair! That hairdo of yours adds you like 10 centimeters, I’m certain of it”.

Ámbar rolled her eyes and took her hand away. “Ugh, don’t even get me started on that. The moment he rises from the bed in the morning he spends hours fixing his hair. He takes longer than I do, can you believe it?”, the blond declared, winning a confused look from Mónica.

“How do you know that?”

There was a general pause at the table.

Ámbar and Simón looked at each other quickly before turning to Mónica, both responding at the same time.

“I told her” -  “The cameras”.

Their eyes widened and they tried to answer again.

 “The cameras”– “He told me”

They looked at each other once more and chuckled nervously.

Ámbar was the one who finally spoke.   

“Yeah, no, you see, I noticed that little fact thanks to the cameras that VIDIA had on their loft. You know, the ones that were streaming 24/7? You could watch them sleep and everything. So there. And then he told me too. Some time ago. A long time ago. Actually I don’t even know how I still remember”, she said, trying to salvage the situation but she had to admit that Emilia was right: she sucked at lying.

Mónica sent them a teasing look as everyone else exchanged quick glances, clearly not buying it but not wanting to dwell on the subject.

“So…”, started Matteo to break the silence and get back to safe conversational topics, “Gardener?”

Luna rolled her eyes. “Kindergarden. Teacher. When I was working as rink helper sometimes I’d teach some people the basics of skating and I enjoyed it pretty much. Maybe I could teach music! Teach little kids how to sing and how to dance…”

Simón made a thoughtful face at that.  “Hmm, now that you say so I think I’d also like doing that. Give guitar lessons to little kids or something. It’d be nice”.

Matteo gestured with his hand for him to stop.

“Simón, you’re not gonna have the time to be teaching anything because the moment the Roller Band takes off everything’s gonna be concerts, international tours, autograph signings, all the crowd screaming ‘SIMÓN I LOOVEE YOUUUUU. PEDRO YOU’RE THE BEEST’”, yelled the boy in a high-pitched voice, making everyone laugh.

“You’re right, you’re so right. How could I forget about my fans? I’m gonna have to devote myself entirely to them. With all the selfies left and right, the meet & greets, all the girls screaming my name…”  

“Hey, watch it”, warned Ámbar and Simón smiled at her as he took her hand in his.

“I may have many fans, but I’ve only got one queen” he said looking into her eyes before kissing the back of her hand. “And she’s the prettiest of them all”.

The blonde chuckled blushing a little, while Matteo made a disgusted face at their cheesiness.

The voice of Alfredo erupted in the room with a laugh. “But young man, you’re not gonna be on tour you’re whole life! At some point you’re gonna have to settle down. See, I’m not getting any younger and I’d like to get to meet my great-grandchildren before I die”.

Miguel choke on his wine as the young couples on the table froze.

“God, Mr. Alfredo, you and your jokes”, chided Mónica as she patted her husband’s back.  

“It is no joke. I’m not going to die without seeing this house full of joy and little kids running around”, said the old man as he grabbed his glass of wine. “But there’s no rush, of course”, he added before drinking.

“Absolutely no rush. Like, at all”, said Miguel once he recovered from his coughing.

After two seconds of silence Luna cleared her throat. “What about you, Ámbar? What are you gonna do now that you’re not in charge of the Roller anymore?”

“I think I’m gonna sign up for university as well”, said the blonde. “I didn’t before because with everything that was going on I didn’t have the peace of mind to study. But now that everything’s calmer I’d like to do it”.

Simón put his arm around her shoulders and held her in a comforting gesture. She had been through a lot and he knew it had taken its toll on her, but he was very proud of her for coming out stronger than before.

“And what are you gonna sign up for?”, asked Mónica from the other side of the table, curiously.

“Law”, she answered as she placed her hand over Simón’s on her shoulder.  

The woman smiled widely. “Very nice! You sound sure, what drove you to it?”

“Well, it had been between my options for some time but, it was Ana who finally made me go for it”.

“Nina’s mom?”, asked Luna.

“Yeah. She was very sweet for offering to help me with everything at the Roller. Without her I don’t know how I’d have survived. And she didn’t only help me but all of us with the case. It made me think that I’d like to help other people too, like her”.

Simón looked at her completely mystified. If he had been proud before now he felt like his chest was so full it was gonna explode.

As the place filled with conversation over everything that had happened with the case and how grateful they all were with Ana for her help, Simón took the chance to inch closer to his girlfriend and whisper to her.

“I love you”.

The girl looked at him fondly. “I love you too”.

Just like that everything else disappeared and both leaned in for a sweet kiss.

“Get a room you two!” jested Matteo and the couple pulled apart with a laugh.

“Really Matteo? Still with the jealousy? Tell me truth, for how long have you been in love with me?”, asked Simón teasingly making Ámbar laugh at his side.

Luna gasped and brought her hands to her chest. “Oh my god chico fresa, you’re in love with my best friend? What am I to do now?”, she said dramatically as if it was a play.

“Don’t fear chica delivery, Luna and fresa are forever, it was written in the stars”, he spoke dramatically as well, his hands going up to the sky before coming down to cup her face.  “My heart is completely yours and I’ll kiss you a thousand times to prove it!”

He leaned to claim her lips in a kiss but it hardly lasted three seconds before Miguel grabbed him by the shoulder, pushing them apart.

“What if we eat instead? Everyone okay with that?”, said the man in a scolding voice, but he was smiling.

Everyone chuckled and went back to their plates. The rest of the meal went smoothly.  

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After dinner everyone went back to their rooms. Ámbar stayed a little longer helping Mónica put everything back into place and when she was gonna head to her bedroom Miguel called for her.

“Ámbar, could you come here for a second?”

The girl turned around and walked closer to the man.

“Yeah?”

Thinking back to the dinner he crossed his arms in front of his chest and spoke with authority, but nicely.  

“New rules. No boys in your room unless the door is open”.

Ámbar raised her eyebrows by nodded either way.

“Sure, no problem”.

“Same thing with the boys bedrooms”, added the man rising one eyebrow.

“Of course”, she nodded affirmatively once again before re-starting her way upstairs.

She was in the middle climbing them when he spoke again. 

“No getaways to the deposit either”.

Ámbar froze mid-step.

Two seconds passed before she turned around with a smile on her face.

“Okay”.

Miguel smiled back warmly, nodding his head before heading to the kitchen.

This time it was the blonde’s voice that called out to him, making him turn in her direction.

“Ah, these rules apply to Luna as well, right? You should tell her tomorrow. Or tonight”, the girl suggested before continuing her way to her bedroom, leaving a very stunned Miguel at the base of the stairs.

At the next morning he publicly suggested at breakfast that they used the Benson fortune to buy the boys an apartment to live in. Everyone gaped in shock.

Everyone except one blonde, who hid her smile behind her juice. 

-----------------------------------------------------------------

Can you believe it took me one day to write this but I’ve been trying to finish my other oneshot for a MONTH?

I hate myself.

Anyway, I hope this was good and fluffy enough  🌺

[over-the-pink-moon]

how to deal with naughty hands?

its shit its trash but im posting it nevertheless super quickly byeee

Her skin is taking slowly lovely caramel colour, Luna claims she only can get in Mexico. Matteo presses his lips to the back of her neck inhaling her sweet scent. Peachy perfume and sunlotion, he few hours ago was putting it here himself. He slowly moves his lips down placing small pecks along her spine earning a grateful purr. A few strays of hair free from a messy bun and are dancing around her back. Matteo carefully takes them between his fingers and tucks them behind the hairtie. He feels, how Luna shiveres under his touch and adoringly curles her toes. His lips find again their way to her spine and slowly reaches the strings of her bikini. Obviously, Matteo Balsano could now behave like a very nice, proper boyfriend, but he inside remains this chico fresa, that cant miss any opportunity to pull a little bit of jokes at Luna, even when she looks like a small, napping kitten taking in all the sun. He begins to slowly scratch her back and draws unknown patterns making Luna quietly moan under her breath. Meanwhile with his right hand he is working out her swimming suit slowly untangling the knot. Luna is sometimes the most trusting and very oblivious person and the thought, that her boyfriends intentions arent that clear dont even passes through her head. Taking in the moment as much as she can, Luna lets herself just melt into her beach towel under his touch. His face suddenly comes closer to her ear, Matteo takes a few strings of her hair aside and she patiently waits not making any attempt to move for him to whisper whatever he is meant to. However, instead she feels his teeth closing on her right ear and his tongue making its way around her earlobe. Why things that always disgusted her so much and was overall a big no to her, somehow Matteo makes them so hot. She might have just felt, how she is getting slightly bit wet and thats not okay taking into consideration they are at the pool, surrounded by many many people.

„Matteo” Luna murmurs in a bit raspy and weirdly deep voice.

„Sunshine, you need to get up a bit, cause I think a wasp tangled in your hair.” His voice very soft and calm regardless the dangerous information it contains.

„A wasp?!” Luna immediately gets up shaking every bit of sleepiness and starts to run her fingers through her hair anxiously. Then she feels something isn’t quiet right and her beautiful yellow bikini she chose two days before a trip instead tightly wrapping her chest is loosely tangling, giving Matteo best view possible at her breasts.

„You didnt-„ His grinn cant be hidden and he cocked his head to the side trying to get nice view from some other angle. He throws her symbolic kiss, mouthing „i love you” and lays again on his towel watching, how his girlfriend struggles to tie her bikini as quickly as possible.

„Matteo Balsano, on which earth you think its funny?”

„On every, sunshine.” If Luna was a super grown up person, she would now throw some insults and turn back to him to wait for some proper apologies. However, instead she just jumps on his stomach straddling him. Matteo couldnt expect it letting out a breath and takes off his sunglasses.

„What the fuck, Luna.” He manages to chuckle, when both her hands find their way to his hair, damaging his carefully put together curls. He growls in response and grasps both her hands to leave his poor hair alone. „Stop it, you little devil.” She gives him only pout in response and sticks out her tongue.

„You were the one to start this war.” As soon as she feels his grip a bit loosening up she reaches for his sunglasses. The warning look she can notice in his eyes doesnt stop her and suddenly his favourite raybans make a soft splash in nearby pool.

„You crossed a line Miss Valente.” Matteo serious expression doesnt startle Luna and she is about to ruffle his hair again, but he stands up picking up Luna with him. She shrieks and wiggles trying to free herself, but his arms mercilessly surround her waist tightly pressing their chests together.

„You are going to get them Valente.” His eyes try to be cold and unforgiving, but happy wrinkles around his eyes reveal her, he is as much in this game as she is.

„Never” She retorts proudly looking him straight in the eyes, trying to contain giggle.

„Okay then-„ Matteo takes last few steps and then stops at the verge of swimming pool. Luna last time attempts to free herself, but they are already in the air and the only think left is just to hug him as tightly as she can. They both fall into the water and find themself almost at the bottom of the pool. Luna opens her eyes under water and spots, that glasses lay peacefully on the side of the wall, but she knows thats not really what Matteo now cares about. He opens his eyes too and they just stare at each other for a second, when Matteo intertwines their fingers slowly and kisses her. Earlier he cofessed during one of full of sangria nights, thats one of his dreams. To kiss her underwater. Laying all the possible trust possible in Matteo, she lets him slip his tongue into her mouth and its the weirdest feeling ever. This the moment she understands, how special it is. People always claim its the sex, that brings them the closest, but sharing the air, the most necessary thing on earth makes her now think they are the only people not in this pool, even not on earth, but in the universe. Or maybe they are the universe then.

Eventually they need to pull out, both of them are taking hasty breaths looking at each other. She doesnt wait for their breaths to even and connects one more time for a short, but deep kiss.

„You know, I love you regardless your stupid acts.” One look from him its enough for Luna to get that he means the same.

„So you I wont mind that much, if you this.” On his face appears cocky smile and he bites his lip a bit. This thing always distracts and loud shriek comes out of her lungs, when she feels someone’s hands suddenly crawl a bit under waistband of her bikini panties.

„Matteo Balsano, you

are

so

dead.”

[eleanorlutteo]

The One Where No One Interupts

This is something I came up with after 3x15, aka what If Nina and Jasmín didn’t come :I It doesn’t even make sense but I had it in my head and thought I would share this with you :D 

The moment Luna fell into Matteo's arms, his heart skipped a beat. He knew it was a bad idea, letting her climb up the tall mountain of tech workstations*, but that didn't matter now, the only thing that mattered was her in his arms, eyes wide as a doe caught in a streetlight, heart beating fast and loud against his chest for him to feel - or was it his heart he felt? He couldn't tell, adrenaline rushed through his veins because she could've hurt herself, he shouldn't have let her do that.

He searched her eyes, getting lost in the beauty of green in them for a second.

, Are you okay?''

, Yea-yeah,'' she panted, watching him with these big eyes, probably still taken aback by how close they were. He was too, his eyes drifting to her parted lips for just a millisecond, and Luna couldn't help but do the same.

, Are you sure?''

She didn't register what he had asked her, too distracted, and so she just nodded. She couldn't even remember the last time when they got so close that she could see him - really see him - when she could count the light freckles that dotted his nose or see the crease on his forehead that showed up whenever he smirked. Or the curve of his lip, that shaped whenever he smiled at her with that one smile reserved only for her. He was too distracting, and she couldn't concentrate on anything but him.

Luna didn't even know how her feet made contact with the floor beneath her but when they did, she stumbled a bit, making her move even closer to him. A blush spread across her cheeks and she cursed her little legs for being so clumsy and not holding her upright when she needs it the most.

Matteo caught her elbow lightly, smiling down at her. He didn't move away from her, not even a little bit. He could have, If he wanted to but instead, he only got closer (If even possible) by slowly leaning in.

His eyes flickered to her lips and back to her eyes, twice, giving her the time to pull away, and when she didn't, he closed the gap between them.

If Luna wanted to pull away, or at least stop him by saying something, it was too late - her mind was blurred and anything responsible or sane inside of her screaming at her to stop this got locked far away from Luna's reach. She found herself tugging at his sweater to bring him closer, her lips moving in synchrony with his, so gentle and caring.

How is it possible she survived without this? Without the feeling of his soft lips on hers, his hands bringing her closer, tangling his fingers in the messy curls of her hair. The sensation of feeling suddenly alive, her whole body tingling with energy as If she just now woke up from a long sleep.

She felt the thin fabric of her sweater sliding down her arms and Matteo's hands on her cheeks as he pulled away slowly, tugging at her bottom lip.

It took Luna awhile to catch her breath and open her eyes. Something in Matteo's eyes shifted, they were pure and full of adoration as he brushed his thumb over her left cheek, and that's how she knew she was blushing, a rose color spreading over her cheeks. He wasn't smirking or smiling really, he looked serious, and suddenly, Luna remembered.

, No,'' She backed off a few steps, fixing her sweater and wrapping her arms around her small frame. , This- this shouldn't have happened, we're friends.'' 

She shook her head and walked over the opposite side of the dressing room, trying to make as much of a space between them as she could - even though the furthest she got was not even two meters away.

, You and I both know we're not just friends, Luna.'' He didn't move,

only turning to lean his back on the wall next to him, keeping the space she created clear.

Luna shot him a nasty look, the one saying it's not true, but in reality, deep down, she knew he was right, she just didn't want to admit it.

, It can't be like that, what we were before, means nothing now. We're friends.''

Matteo caught her mistake before she did, and at that moment she decided she should keep her mouth shut before she makes it even worse.

, It means nothing? So everything that we've been through, means nothing to you? You just gonna wipe it all off?!''

, That's not what I meant!'' Luna stood up to make a point, walking a bit closer to him, knowing she had to explain this because, Matteo, the hot-headed chico fresa got it all wrong. She stopped when she got in front of him, not making the mistake of getting into his space because she knows how that would've ended, just like 5 minutes ago and nothing would be solved. They need to talk about this.

, We hurt each other,'' Luna started slowly, bringing her hand up to stop him when she saw Matteo straight up, opening his mouth to speak.

, We both made mistakes, ones that didn't even had to be made, but we did them.'' She dug her hands into the sleeves of her sweater, biting her lower lip. , we hurt each other so bad it ruined what we had, and the good that remained got ruined by our fear of destroying it, too,'' Luna slid down the wall opposite to Matteo, shrugging her shoulders.

, We can't solve this by just going back to where we left off, saying we're going to do better, or making out in a dressing room Matteo-,'' she sighed, ,I think we both need time to heal,''

Matteo nodded his head, knowing that Luna was right, there's nothing they can do except for gaining back the lost trust and understanding they had

for each other. , So, you're saying there's still chance for us,''

, I don't know,'' Luna whispered, ,,but what I do know is that I still love you, Matteo, more than anything,'' she added quietly.

Matteo's eyes flickered with hope, a grin creeping up on his face.

Luna realized what she had said, and blushed, again.

, I love you too, chica delivery,'' Matteo told her to let her know, and maybe to keep her from the blushing, but it didn't help, it only got worse. ,,You mean to much to me to screw this chance up,'' Luna covered her face with her hands so he couldn't see her, feeling like a shy little girl watched by hundreds of people.

He laughed at her fondly, because she was adorable, and nudged her with his foot, making her laugh with him.

They probably didn't even notice the sound of the door unlocking and muffled awe's of Jazmín as Nina dragged her away, closing the doors quietly to give the healing lovers some space to be with each other.

*I have no idea what are these things called, uncle Google helped.

[silveranchor]

Como esa lluvia que moja el corazón

So this is how I’m starting Lutteoficweek! I did both prompts because I have no self-respect. Thanks to Carol @vivesenmiestoyenti for proofreading. This is my first time writing for this fandom, but the girls convinced me. Hope you guys enjoy. Sorry for the long paragraphs :) All the ficweek titles are from SL songs

Ficday 1: “It’s raining and you forgot your umbrella so I offered for us to share but this was a mistake because you’re tall and I am not and the wind is blowing water in my face and goddammit get down here” “You’re an exchange student and my family is hosting you, we might become just a little too close during your stay”

“Matteo, hurry up! I wanna get home before it starts raining again,” Luna says while leaning against the lockers, waiting for the boy to get his books into his backpack.

Matteo looks at her apologetically, trying to make his huge algebra textbook fit, even though the task seems impossible. Does he really need to take all of his books home for the weekend? Geez. “Sorry, chica delivery. I had to stay a bit late to talk with the teacher about the physics essay for next week.”

No matter how desperate she is to get home, she has to smile at the nickname. Matteo had started calling her that since he found out she works part-time making deliveries on skates for a fast food restaurant called Foodger Wheels. He’d made fun of her at the time, but lately, he has gained a new appreciation for his friend’s job. She sometimes comes home with food she sneaks out with Simón’s help, while her boss isn’t looking, and Matteo really loves the fries. They aren’t that good, in Luna’s opinion, but Matteo always says he didn’t get to eat much fast food stuff back in Italy, because his parents didn’t like it, so he needs to make up for lost time.

Matteo finally gets his things to all fit inside his backpack, and when he turns to her with a self-satisfied smirk (which doesn’t make her heart skip a beat, she swears), she sighs with relief. “Let’s go then, chico fresa. You took long enough already”. She starts making her way to the entrance, not bothering to look back at him; she knows he’s following her. Sure enough, he passes her by and opens the door for her with an exaggerated gesture. “After you, milady” he whispers closely to her ear as she exits the building, never once breaking eye contact. She stops for a moment, looking at him with the same intensity. She thinks it’s really strange, how brown eyes can be so common and yet, every time she looks into his, it feels like the first time she’s ever seen the color. His gaze is just so warm and captivating, and somehow, it always makes her breath catch in her throat.

She wonders just when she got so sappy, she definitely wasn’t like this two months ago when the Italian first came to live with her family. She remembers being absolutely surprised when her parents told her they’d signed up to be a host family for her school’s exchange program. The incredibly fancy Blake South College was affiliated with other equally prestigious schools around the world, and they’d all convened on giving each institution’s best students the opportunity to attend to one of the other schools for a trimester and get to learn about the other country’s culture. Ámbar Smith, Luna’s sort-of cousin, was the only one of the Blake’s students chosen for the program and was now happily studying in Paris, and posting every second of her experience on social media. The Blake had the pleasure of welcoming two students, one freshman from Norway who was staying with the family of one of the guys in Luna’s biology class, and Matteo Balsano, the Italian wonder-boy currently living at her house. She remembers the day they’d gone to pick him up to the airport. She’d been late; still in her uniform, since she’d come from school after staying late for a project. She recalls seeing her parents helping a guy with his (very expensive looking) bags and running over to them. She ended up tripping the moment she reached them and knocking into the guy. Talk about a good first impression. After apologizing for her clumsiness and regaining her balance, she’d allowed herself to take a good look at him: Tall and slender, lots of curly brown hair, very handsome features, fancy designer clothes, a smirk that looked permanently etched into his face. Her dad had interrupted her staring with the proper introductions and then they’d been off. Matteo had kept stealing smug glances at her the whole car ride to her house between answering all of her parent’s questions about him and Italy. He’d been pretty nice and polite to them, but his gaze still had made Luna uncomfortable. When they’d gotten home, the Valentes had shown him to the guest room and left Luna and Matteo by themselves. The first thing he’d said to her was “Nice fall back at the airport. I know I’m handsome but you shouldn’t try to throw yourself at me anymore. Bet your parents wouldn’t be too happy with that.” His smirk had infuriated her even more than his words had and she promptly left the room with a huff; not before telling him to shut the hell up, calling him chico fresa (not her best insult, but she’d been pretty out of it at the time) and hearing him call after her with half a laugh. The next morning she’d dreaded going down to have breakfast, but decided not to be a coward and found him alone in the kitchen, finishing the pancakes Mónica Valente had made for him. “What did you call me yesterday? Chico fresa, wasn’t it? Why did you call me that? I don’t believe I’ve heard “strawberry” used as an insult before,“ He’d asked, his arrogant grin not faltering even when she’d decided to steal the last of his pancake before he’d had a chance to eat it himself. She’d pointed at him with a fork, glowering, “In México, that’s how we call self-centered idiots like you, who go around thinking they are God’s gift to humanity”. He’d put his hands up, chuckling, “Well, you do have to admit He did a pretty stellar job with me. I’m impressive, if I do say so myself.” Luna had rolled her eyes at that and tried to bring him down a few pegs by calling him a couple choice words and glaring at him some more; but he seemed to have a witty and ridiculous response for everything she said; and while part of her had wanted to empty the bottle of maple syrup over his head, she’d been pretty entertained by the whole conversation. At one point, she let out a genuine laugh, not being able to contain herself any longer. At that, Matteo had widened his eyes a little and given her a smile that had lacked the arrogance she’d come to think was characteristic of him. He stretched his hand towards her, inviting her to take it and without thinking, she did. A weird electricity had passed through her at that moment, which she’d decided to ignore. He looked at her with those deep brown eyes of his and said in a gentler voice than she’d expected, “I think we’ve argued enough, don’t you? How about a truce? We’ll be living under the same roof for a while, I’d like it if we could get along.” She looked for any sort of malice in his eyes but found none. “So we start over?” she asked with hesitation. He nodded, a serious look taking over his features, “Hi, my name is Matteo Balsano and I hope you and I can become friends.” She smiled at that, “I’m Luna Valente, and I’d like that, Chico fresa.” They’d laughed together after that, and the tension from before had been quickly forgotten.

Pulling herself from her thoughts, Luna is the first one to break eye contact, she always is. She does a half-hearted mock bow and thanks him for his “immense kindness”. He seems to recover faster than her from their previous “moment” and laughs while pulling her along with him so they can continue on their way home. Since her parents manage their own restaurant (they won’t let her work for them because she needs “real work experience outside of the family business.” Ugh), she doesn’t want to make them waste time on picking her up from school when she can just go on foot by herself since it’s only a 15-minute walk. She used to walk back with Nina and Gastón, but now the two of them are dating, it feels a little like she’s intruding on something private and special. She likes spending time alone with Matteo anyway. Since the truce that morning on her kitchen, they’ve become incredibly close. Yes, he’s still a conceited jerk most of the time and neither of them can stop teasing each other for longer than a few minutes, but they somehow make it work. She’s learned to appreciate his self-confidence and wit, but he’s also allowed her to see a more vulnerable and sensible side of him that he doesn’t usually let anyone else see.

Except for Gastón, of course. The two boys have become inseparable, to Luna’s surprise. She’d become friends with Gastón because he’d been very nice and helpful to her when she first came to Argentina after being discovered by her birth family. At first, she’d stayed with the Bensons and Ámbar had been asked to show her around and help her get comfortable in her new life. Ámbar wasn’t naturally very warm or welcoming, but she’d tried her best to be nice and a good host, introducing her to her friends, who turned out to have a lot more patience with Luna than the blonde did. Gastón had actually been the one to give her the tour of the school and the Jam & Roller, after Ámbar got tired of all of her questions and left with her clique, not before hugging her and telling her not to get lost by herself with as much kindness as she was capable of showing. After she moved out of the Benson mansion with her parents, her best friend Simón came to live in Buenos Aires from México to pursue his artistic dreams, and she made friends with Nina and the guys from the Roller; she’d stop hanging with Ámbar ( and Gastón) as much as she used to before, but they kept on being friends. Nina turned out to have a huge crush in Gastón, and while Luna tried her best to get them together, Nina was way too shy and Gastón was completely unaware, and she had no luck. When Matteo came to the Blake, however, he’d become instant best friends with the Périda boy and the four of them had started hanging out together all the time. Simón is sometimes there with them too when they get together outside of school, but with his two jobs (at the Foodger Wheels and the Jam & Roller) and the band, he doesn’t have as much time as the others. Still, she enjoys very much spending time with her other three friends. They spend so much time together that Matteo had started noticing the way Simonetti looked at Gastón. He’d talked to Luna about it one day and they’d both decided to play matchmakers for their oblivious friends. Now, a few weeks later, they have proudly accomplished their task and their two idiots are very happy together.

Luna is again brought back to reality, this time by the drops of water suddenly hitting her face. The rain’s falling heavier by the second, and she turns to Matteo, annoyed, “Darn it, Matteo! Why did you have to take so long? I told you we would get caught up in the rain!”

He turns to her and rolls his eyes, “I already said sorry, chica delivery.” His volume rises to be heard over the water hitting the pavement, “and I forgot to take my umbrella with me today. Great!”

“Gosh, you are unbelievable!” she sighs, trying to wipe water from her eyes.“ Let’s both use mine. It’s in my backpack. Can you get it?” Matteo quickly takes out her tiny yellow umbrella, which is barely big enough to cover both of them, but it will have to do. He opens it over their heads as they continue walking, this time a little faster, his hand never leaving her back. It’s not even weird how comfortable they have become with each other in such little time. Luna has always been a tactile kind of person, always initiating hugs and such. Not everyone she meets is okay with her constant displays of affection, though; especially the people she’s met here in Argentina, so she’d learned to tone it down a bit. That’s why it had taken her a little by surprise when Matteo came to live with them and she finally met her match. Matteo was just as affectionate as she was, maybe even more. He has absolutely no concept of personal space and seems to find any excuse to touch the people he cares about. He’s always patting Gastón’s back in a supportive gesture or squeezing Nina’s shoulder to comfort her (something the shy girl is clearly still getting used to), but he is at his most affectionate with Luna herself. A hand on her back every time they walk side by side, an arm casually draped around her shoulders when they sit next to each other, his head on her lap whenever he is tired, a hug every morning before they have breakfast together, a kiss on her forehead every night before they go to sleep. She got used to it fast, and now enjoys greatly all the time she spends feeling the warmth and comfort of his touch. Besides, it’s not as if she doesn’t take any chance she can get to touch him herself. Her touches are always more casual and subtle: a hand on his arm, a tap on his wrist, a quick bump of her shoulders against his chest; things that may seem small, but always make her feel as if a sort of electric current is running through her body.

Her head is kept dry by the umbrella, but her face is getting attacked by the rain. Matteo is way too tall (she refuses to admit she’s too short, no way), and he holds the umbrella right over his head, their obvious height difference making sure that she’s left completely unprotected from the wind blowing water into her face. “Chico fresa,” she huffs, “can you lower the umbrella a bit? I’m getting all rained over down here!”

She hears him chuckle at that. “I’m sorry, but it’s not my fault you’re such a shortie, chica delivery. I’m not gonna get all wet just because someone didn’t drink their milk and eat their vegetables as a kid.” Luna is about to retort when she’s suddenly pulled to the side. Matteo has her in his arms, tucking her inside his jacket. She swears her breathing stops for a second and she’s pretty sure her cheeks are incredibly red right now. “What the actual hell, Matteo!” she yells, her voice muffled by his clothes. She can’t see his face, but she can definitely hear the smirk in his voice. “I thought you didn’t want to get wet! Your pretty face is safe now, isn’t it?”

Luna tries her best not to get even redder. “You are the worst! I hate you!” She regrets the words as soon as they’re out of her mouth because they are the furthest thing away from the truth. She’s sure he knows she doesn’t mean them, but they still feel wrong to say. She risks the rain, poking her head out of his jacket to look at his face; to her surprise, he looks amused. He looks down at her and grins, “Nope, you love me and you know it.”

She trips over her own feet, her mission of staying cool and not becoming a human tomato failing spectacularly. She jumps from his arms as if they burn; honestly, it feels a little like they do. The rain feels cold on her skin and when she finally dares to look at Matteo he’s looking at her with what seems like a mixture of longing and expectation. He sighs and steps toward her, once again covering them both under the tiny umbrella while she shivers. Luna feels her legs getting heavier, fixing her in place. Matteo brings his free hand to her wet cheek and she does her best not look as flustered as she feels. “Hey,” he whispers as if to not scare her, “what just happened there?” She clears her throat before muttering a quick “nothing”.

He smiles sweetly now. “I know you very well, Luna. What got you throwing yourself into the rain?” Luna swears his eyes look right into her soul, reading her every thought and feeling. She looks down and hopes he doesn’t realize just how much his small comment affected her. She’s known for a while that what she feels for the boy is beyond friendly affection, and she recognizes that she isn’t the best at hiding her feelings, but she has been very careful in not letting him know just how much he means to her. It would be a real tragedy if he found out about her feelings for him and didn’t feel the same way back. Matteo has become one of the most important people in her world, and she wouldn’t want anything getting in the way of what they have.

Her mouth, as always, is faster than her brain. “You shouldn’t go around thinking everyone is in love with you!” She sputters, “maybe I was just a little too warm inside your jacket! Not everything has to do with you!”

Matteo looks at her like she’s crazy; she just exploded at him without any actual reason, so she can’t really blame him. He puts up the hand that isn’t holding the umbrella (when did he take his hand away from her face? She didn’t even notice). “For once, I didn’t say anything about myself being involved in the situation.” Even if it seems to be teasing her, his voice is calm and even, “I just wanna know, what was that about?”

Luna crosses her arms, telling herself it definitely isn’t to stop herself from reaching out to him. “Look, I just told you. I was feeling too hot inside your jacket and forgot my umbrella is way too small!” She sounds annoyed and hopes that makes him back off.

It doesn’t. “You sure? You look upset. Was it anything I said?” If there’s a hopeful twinkle in his gaze, she’s imagining it.

She puts on her best “dealing with el chico fresa” face before answering, “I thought you weren’t involving yourself in the situation”. Matteo looks to the side with an unreadable expression. “You know me, I can’t help myself. So-” he stares at her intently now”- was it something I said?“

“No! You just think everything is about you and everyone loves you and…” she can’t think of anything else to say. He looks at her expectantly for a moment before hesitantly muttering “So it isn’t, and you… you don’t.” She’s not sure if that’s a question or not, but he looks like he’s waiting for her to answer, so she tries. “No, I do… or I don’t.” She struggles to find her voice, while he tilts his head in confusion. She tries again to speak, not even knowing what she will say, “I just, I mean… I…I …” Her brain is going way too fast and her mouth refuses to work: she knows what she feels; she would love to be able to get it out of her system, to let him know just how much she cares about him, but she can’t. Not yet, she’s not ready. So many things could go wrong, so much could change… and she can’t risk it, not with her comfortable connection with Matteo at stake.

They are silent for a moment, the sound of their breathing drowned by the rain. Matteo is looking at her in a way she cannot place, but somehow, his gaze makes her feel as if everything will be alright. He releases a long sigh and before she can get away, she’s trapped in one of his warm hugs. She doesn’t have enough willpower to resist and wraps her arms tightly around him, never wanting to let go. He kisses her forehead, which makes her look up at him. Understanding, that was what she could see in his eyes. She can’t explain just how she can be so sure, but she is: he knows, and he won’t make her say it. Somehow, she can tell that he gets it, and won’t pressure her if she’s not ready. Maybe it is because he feels the same and wants to give her time; maybe he doesn’t and, like her, wants to preserve the relationship they already have. She doesn’t know; and right now, with his arms around her, she doesn’t care. He knows her and he gets her, and she couldn’t be more grateful.

After what seems like an eternity, they pull apart from each other. The rain has gone down considerably and she’s no longer cold; though that has probably a lot more to do with Matteo and the warmth and affection she feels every time he looks at her the way he’s doing this instant. They both smile at each other and when he takes her hand in his, it feels as if anything that just happened doesn’t matter anymore. It is just the two of them walking side by side, joking and laughing to pass the time.

They are just a block away from home now and Matteo is retelling something that happened during his English class, staring straight up ahead, when she lets herself really look at him. He still looks like the spoiled arrogant brat she met at the airport, but underneath she can recognize his intelligence, his patience, his dedication, his big heart. She can see every single quality, every single flaw, and every little detail that made her fall in love with him. She smiles at her own thoughts. She might not be able to tell him yet, but thinking it so honestly to herself is a big step.

Matteo notices her staring and gives her a bright smile. Luna squeezes his hand and he squeezes back. She’s made a lot of progress in admitting her feelings to herself just today and she is sure that she will be ready to tell him before his time in Argentina is up. Luna shakes her sadness at the thought and grins confidently; maybe she isn’t ready to tell him she loves him today and she probably won’t be tomorrow either. She’s not worried anyway, she knows that the moment will come when she’s not afraid to let him know about her feelings anymore, maybe not now, but soon.

[therollyjogerscaptain]

Soy Luna Fandom, I need Lutteo Fic-Recs.

So I have the flu and I feel like I'm dying and all I want right now are Lutteo Fanfics. I want fics in canon universe where they explore their physical relationship, fics with hot make out sessions and hands slipping and body parts touching and etc. I want them so bad but the search filters on whattpad are the worst and I can't find anything, so if you know any fics like this, PLEASE send them my way? I'm actually dying. Fics can be in spanish or english, thanks so much.

[aprendimos-el-idioma-del-amor]

Estoy seguro que te haré feliz. Con un beso, te haré sonreír.

So this is for the second day. i will only post one prompt because the other was too hard for me. i know that Matteo loves to talk about the moon but unfortunately i’m not really good at it. But for the rest of the week, i’ll be posting the two prompts. Hope you like this one. By the way, my other blog is mylutteoheart and i tried to post it there but it didn't show in the tags so i'm trying it here.

prompt:  “You are just sneaking into my house definitely too late for you to be here and my parents have no idea, what were you thinking?”

It was already late at night and Luna was exhausted, she skated until Roller closed. She tried to find a distraction the entire day so that she would stop thinking about what went down a few days ago. It worked for a while. But of course she had to bump into him so from then on, she couldn’t think about anything else. Just the look on his face when he saw her, she had no idea why but it seemed like he had a look of regret on his face. Even though he was the one who said it was best to break things off for good and that he didn’t love her anymore. She could get so frustrated sometimes by this one guy but she can’t forget Matteo at all.

She was already asleep when she heard a weird noise. It woke her up. She was still a little sleepy when she tried to find out where the noise was coming from. But then she realized that something was constantly tapping against her bedroom window.  

When she was awake enough, she realized that someone was throwing rocks at her window. She wondered who it could be so she looked out of the window in the mansion’s garden and she saw Matteo standing there. She had no idea what he was doing here. She decided to ignore it because she wasn’t sure if she was still dreaming or not? So she chose to close her eyes again and she hoped that she was just dreaming.

Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t. Matteo waited for Luna to answer him. When she didn’t, he decided to not give up, not this time. He would do anything to feel her warmth again and to see her smile because of him. He wanted to talk it out now, he didn’t want to wait until tomorrow because that way, he won’t be able to sleep all night long. He tried to enter through the back door, he hoped that someone was still awake so that the door won’t be closed. He was lucky because Rey was still putting some documents in order. Luckily he was doing this in the dining room so no one would be in the kitchen.  

He entered the mansion and went up the stairs to Luna’s room. He was hesitant to knock on her door, he didn’t want her to send him away before he was able to say a word so he just walked into her bedroom, very silent of course. He didn’t want anyone to find him.

He looked over at her and saw that she was asleep, he hated to wake her up but it was or never. He walked over to her bed and shook her arm a little. He was very careful because he knew that if she had one of her dreams and someone woke her up, she could hit him hard.  

“Mhm.” Was the only noise she made.

“Luna, wake up please.” He whispered. He kept tugging on her arm until she finally opened her eyes.

“Huh? What’s going on?” She said, almost inaudible.

“It’s me, Matteo.” He whispered again.

“Matteo, what are you doing here?” she said sleepily.

“I need to talk to you.”

“At this hour?” She was very much awake now.

“I couldn’t wait.” He shyly admitted.

“You are just sneaking into my house definitely too late for you to be here and my parents have no idea, what were you thinking?” she let out a little angry.

“All I could think about was you and making up with you.” He said a little startled by her reaction.

“Tell me tomorrow. You could get caught if you stay any longer.” She pointed at the door to tell him to leave.

“I won’t leave until I tell what I came here to tell you.” He demanded.

“Fine, I’m listening.” She sighed, a little annoyed because of the situation.

He sat on the side of her bed and started talking: “I shouldn’t have done what I did. I never should have broken things off with you. I didn’t know how much I love you until now. I’m sorry I didn’t realize that before. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for everything.”

“If you’re so sorry, why did you break up with me in the first place?” He could read the anger in her eyes even if it was very dark in her room.  

“I was scared. I never felt anything this strong for anyone. It made me afraid. I guess I was afraid of my own feelings.” He looked away to make sure she didn’t notice the tears welling up in his eyes. “But I’m not afraid anymore. Now I know how much you mean to me. How much I need you in my life. Can you forgive me? Or is that too hard for you?” he looked her in the eyes with his last questions. Hoping to find a reaction in her eyes but he couldn’t read anything in them.

“I don’t know Matteo. You really hurt me and it’s not that easy to forgive.” She told him in a soft voice.

“I understand.” Disappointment clearly heard in his voice.

“I need time to think.”

“Sure, I’ll wait for as long as you need me to.” He took a deep breath and stood up. “Just know that I love you very much.” With that, he left and went back home. They both couldn’t sleep all night long.

The next morning, she texted him to meet after school so they could talk. He waited for her at the park near school.

“Hey.” He said as soon as he saw her.

“Hi, thank you for meeting me.” She sat down on a bench near them. “I thought about what you said last night and I know the answer.”

“Okay, that was quick.” This made him worry.

“I thought about this very hard and I want to tell you that I love you too.” She took a deep breath and continued. “I want to give you another chance but it’s going to take me a while to forgive.” She warned him.

He took her in his arms because he was so happy to hear this. “I promise you that you won’t regret this. I will do anything to make this work. I know that if I want to, I can make you really happy.”

She frowned because she was worried that she had made the wrong choice. Matteo seemed to ignore this and pulled her in for a kiss. He was careful, he didn’t want her to pull away but if she wanted to, he gave her a chance to do so. But she didn’t pull away, instead she made the kiss deeper. When they pulled apart, she had a huge smile on her face. It made him smile as well. Because of that, she knew she had made the right choice.

[icequeenjules26]

(Birthday party) Soy Luna, lutteo, dangerous woman

Okay, dear anon, so technically that’s not the way the Birthday Party-thing works but… I wrote one anyway because why not. Also, if one of you wants to… Send me a song and a ship and I’ll write something!

Shecouldn’t be sure what it was that made her feel the way she was feeling. Shewas Luna Valente, practically clumsiness and forgetfulness in flesh and blood,but still…

When he wasthere, it was different. When he was there, looking at her, this sad smiletugging at the corner of his lips… Suddenly, she was not. Not the girl she usedto be, not the girl she had been before he had walked into the room; butsomething new, someone different. Suddenly her hair looked perfect, her stepswhere on point, her smile in place; suddenly she had power. She wasn’t stupid;she knew that she was holding his heart in her hands.

And it wasnot just about his heart. It was the fact that despite everything she’d done,despite everything they had done to each other, he still thought she knewexactly what she was doing. For the record, she had previously been sure thatshe didn’t, not at all. She was Luna Valente, for god’s sake, she fell downwhile trying to walk a straight line.

Now,somehow, when she was near him, there was a determination, a certainty abouther movements in herself that she had no idea how to access when he wasn’taround. It would suddenly just be there, peeking round from a corner that shewas sure hadn’t been there before he entered the room. The best part about thatthough was still that she had him in his hands, not the other way round; shewas bulletproof and invincible and nothing could stop her. She suddenly hadnothing to prove anymore, probably because to him, she already had provenherself and nothing was able to change that image he had of her.

It wasnice, getting away from all that expectations for a while, she couldn’t negatethat; because at this point everyone in her life had them - aside from Nina,maybe, but Nina had always been her safe haven anyway and was far beyond thepoint. Which was, that now that she was the heir of her new family’s wealth shehad so many things to prove. Her aunt, that she was capable of leading theBenson’s affairs one day; her parents, that despite her prosperous heritage shewould still be able to stay the nice and lively girl that they raised her to;and of course her non-genetic cousin… Who basically doubted the veryexistence of her intelligence. And of course there were all this other peoplein her life, who all wanted something or expected something, and really… Itwas exhausting.

With him,it was different; completely different. He didn’t expect something from her andshe had nothing to proof either, he knew exactly who she was and he appreciatedall the things she’d done for him up until now, which in her personal opinionwasn’t much, but for him, it was enough. It would always be enough. That wasjust who he was – or at least what he was to her – and she would nevercomplain. She was sure it hadn’t always been like this, she could still recallmeeting him, when she was still a rookie in figurative skating, at a newschool, in a whole new country; when she felt like nothing she did was evenremotely enough to even get more than a tired grin out of him. She couldn’tpinpoint the exact moment that had changed, either; it was more of a gradualprocess that hadn’t even revealed itself till it was done, until this verymoment, where she was able to stride proudly into the Jam & Roller as if itwas the place she belonged – just because he was there, watching her. Justbecause he was the king of the rink and every king needed a queen and to theothers, that was her.

Not thatshe really was. Too much things had transpired between them, too much tensionunresolved that she could even think about being his queen, but she couldn’teven bring herself to care. She was careless, proud, confident; she felt like alioness, dangerous, adventurous and fearless. That was all that mattered,somehow; the feelings his eyes never leaving her sight implanted in herstomach, in her heart. Emotions went in overdrive as always, and for one secondshe was tempted to throw all her cautions overboard; to just stride to where hesat, motionless, Gaston by his side as always, striding like the lioness shewas and just leaning down and kiss him.

Fortunatelyfor Luna that was the moment Nina found her way over to her and shattered herdaydream in an instant. She would not go and kiss him. Not yet. They had thingsto discuss, secrets to reveal, feelings to discover; there were so many thigsleft to do before they could even think about patching their relationship backtogether, but somehow, that didn’t matter. Her feelings for him were as evidentas his for her, and they both knew that. Matteo was ready to let the past go,Luna wasn’t, not yet; but they still had their feelings for each other and bothof them were okay enough with that.

For now,Luna wanted to savor the feeling of being powerful and superior, the feeling ofhaving him right where she wanted him. It could be considered cruel, she wasaware of that, but it was a new feeling and she wanted to make as much of it asshe could while she was still able to. For now, she was a dangerous woman, and she loved it.

[sapphire374]

Soy Sol Masterlist (Chapter Collection)

Soy Sol (Soy Luna fanfic) Chapters’ links list:

- Chapter 1: Heart on the Line

- Chapter 2: Gossip that Spreads like Wildfire

- Chapter 3: Chaos Ensues

- Chapter 4: Rumors and Mishaps

- Chapter 5: Lighting Up in a Rainy Town

- Chapter 6: Surprise! Surprise!

- Chapter 7: The Last Time

- Chapter 8: Long Story Short it was a Tough Day

- Chapter 9: A Flicker of Light

- Chapter 10: Hopeful Curiosity

- Chapter 11: The Cut that Burrows Deep

- Chapter 12: I'll Be There Every Step

- Chapter 13: Slipped Away

- Chapter 14: Weeks Away

- Chapter 15: Close to Fingertips

- Chapter 16: Invisible String

- Chapter 17: Epilogue

[hes-a-bit-of-a-prat]

DUUUUDE!

How have I just realised how similar Luna and Cinder's story arcs are????

I mean...

They were both born into high status families,

Both of their parents died in a fire set by their aunts,

They were both adopted after that,

They have no idea that they know who their aunt is for aaages!

Their aunts figure out who they are before them and keep it a secret for a long time.

This thing only goes up to 5, so I'm gonna start again at 1.

They both find out because of this old person (Alfredo and Dr Erland),

The aunt plans to stop them and fails,

The person who takes them to be adopted dies early on.

DM me on this thing if I missed anything

[mylutteoheart]

Playing Cupid

After forever, I have an update. I keep telling myself to get better at time management but I never end up trying to improve so updates take apparently months for me

Chapter 1: Coming Up With The Plan

Prologue | other fics

After a long day at the rink because of training the new Roller team, Luna comes home to her fiancé who she's lived with ever since they both got their degrees. He was cooking dinner after all the times she's done it.

She walks inside the house, a delicious smell filling the house. She followed this scent to the kitchen and saw Matteo cooking away at the stove.

"What are we eating?" was the first thing she asked before she went over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He wasn't happy with this though so he turned his face towards her and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips. This made her smile.

After a while of staring at each other, he answers: "Pasta a la pesto, your favorite Italian food."

"Can I help you with something?" she asked.

"No, I just finished it but you can set the table if you want." he gestures towards the plates and utensils that were already set on the counter top. Silently, they got everything ready for dinner and took their usual spots at the kitchen table.

During dinner, they talked about each other's days and teased each other just like any other day. Luna did feel as if Matteo wanted to tell her somethin because every time they were eating in silence, he glanced back at her, a questioning look on his face and it made her nervous.

"Okay, Matteo, what is going on? You've been acting strange." she couldn't take it anymore and looked at him expectantly.

"I...uhm... I actually wanted to talk to you about our wedding." he seemed nervous asking this.

Luna laughed a little at his behaviour. "You don't have to be nervous about it, I've actually been meanning to talk to you about it."

Matteo couldn't help but smile at this. "Really?"

"Yes but what exactly did you want to talk about?" she frowned, she had no idea what exactly he wanted to discuss.

"You see, we've been engaged for a little over a week now and we've told everyone about it already and I was actually wondering when you wanted to start planning for it? I mean we didn't exactly talk about when exactly we wanted to get married." he ranted but it was true, they have told everyone about the wedding and everyone was ecstatic to hear it but they never actually talked about the real wedding before.

"Well, I would like to get married as soon as possible if that's what you want as well." She bit her lip in a nervous gesture.

"I'd really like that too but that means we have to plan as soon as possible. This event needs to be memorable for the both of us." he says excitedly.

"Something tells me, you're more excited about this wedding than I am." she chuckles.

"I've been planning this proposal for months, of course I'm excited to finally tie the knot with you."

"Okay, well, chico fresa, I don't have anything to do tomorrow so why don't we start then?"

"I have rehearsal in the morning but I have all the time in the world in the afternoon." he checks his agenda on his phone to double check.

"We'll discuss everything tomorrow then, right now I'm too tired to talk about it." she let out a small yawn.

"I'll do the dishes, why don't you rest on the couch, I'll join in half an hour." he tells her.

She didn't need to be told twice as she makes her way to the living room, settling down on the couch and putting on the tv.

Soon after, Matteo joined her.  They watched the tv silently but Matteo wasn't paying much attention to the show that was playing. He looked at the ring on her left ring finger and he couldn't hold back the smile that was appearing on his face. He absentmindedly played with the ring and Luna didn't seem to notice since she was slowly drifting to sleep. He was overjoyed about the fact that he fianlly got to marry her soon, he's been waiting for that moment a while now and he couldn't wait for it to come.

After he felt that he was getting tired too, he turned off the tv and stood up, gathering her in his arms bridal style. He carried her up to their bedroom and took off her shoes, then tucked her into bed. He also got ready to climb in next to her. He  put an arm around her waist while she automatically rests her head on his chest. He fell asleep, excited about the next day because they were finally making plans to make their wedding perfect.

Luna woke up to an empty bed, she was confused at firston how she ended up in their bedroom and she was wondering where Matteo went. With sleep still in her eyes, she decided to go downstairs to see what's going on.

She didn't see him anywhere but then she saw the note on the fridge and went to read it, it said: 'Had to go to rehearsal earlier, will be back by noon. Breakfast is in the fridge. -Your chico fresa.' She couldn't hold back the smile. He was always this sweet ever since they moved in together.

She opened the fridge and saw that he made pancakes and on top of the first one, there was whipped cream and strawberries that formed a face that winks. She couldn't help but laugh at the joke behind this face.

The rest of the morning, she spent cleaning the house, they never wanted any help around because they wanted to take care of the house all on their own, neither of them minded.

She was eating a sandwich when the front door suddenly opened and she saw Matteo walking to the counter where she was sat at on of the stools.

"Hello, chica delivery." he greeted her with a small peck on the lips.

"Hi, how was rehearsal?" she asked.

"It was great, I did miss you though." he said casually but this made butterflies erupt inside Luna's stomach.

He made a sandwich of his own and sat down next to his fiancé. "Are you excited for today?"

"Yeah, I am. So what do you want to discuss first?"

"Straight to the point, I see." he smiles his typical chico fresa smile.

She just laughed in response.

"I've been thinking about who my best man should be." he sarted after a moment of silence; She looked at him curiously, waiting for him to continue. "I talked to Gastón and told him about the wedding. He's always been my best friend, even when he left to study at Oxford but he's coming back permanently now and I was thinking to ask him to be my best man."

"That's great, he's your best friend so that's a logical thing to do." she agrees.

"I haven't asked him yet though." he answered and she frowned in confusion. He notived and elaborated: "It's just that I know you want to ask Nina to be your maid of honour and I'm not sure whether they'll like walking down the aisle together."

Luna thinks about this for a moment but eventually said: "I think you should ask him, he is your best friend after all, they'll understand." she pauses for a moment. "I have to say, I don't think Nina will be too thrilled about the idea. She might not say it but even after all this time, I still see that she's in love with him. She might be with Eric for a while now but I don't think her feelings for him ever faded."

"Yeah, he won't be too happy either. He hasn't had a girlfriend since Nina and he still keeps asking how she's doing whenever we talk. I don't think he's over her either."

They pondered on this for a while, but then both their faces light up and they looked at each other.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" they asked in unison.

They smiled at each other and said at the same time: "We should use the wedding as a way to get them back together." their faces light up with mischief.

I guess it's time that they both start Playing Cupid for Nina and Gastón.