#dream team luke

[somethingblu3]

Birthday Song | Luke Davenport (Part 1)

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18+ minors dni.

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Fandom: Dream Team

Summary:

Luke needs his nightly eye drops especially on his birthday but he can't stand him. He knows there's only one way you could give him comfort.

TW: Eye drops, grumpy Luke davenport, hurt/comfort, birthday, fluffy, medicine, birthday fic, restrained, fussy Luke, established relationship, cuddling & snuggling, medicine, rejection, anxiety, angst and feels.

Pairing: Luke Davenport x Female Reader.

Word Count: 2,332 Words

Note:

Finally a late post to Tumblr! also gonna remind you guys of my fics for Gaza post. Part 2 will include smut.

"Luke. Hold Still,"  You order through gritted teeth. You towered over him as your hand gripped the white bottle of eye drops.

At least he was complying  somewhat this time; he was still kicking and screaming, of course, but it wasn't as bad as the other night that night, which made you lose countless hours of sleep. 

This was the closest you had ever gotten the medication to his eyes. Luke was bigger than you, of course, and meatier, too. He could easily force you into a chokehold if his arms were free, but they weren't. You had haphazardly tied them to the headboard with his sweatband. He had some wiggle room, but certainly not enough to break free, at least not as easily as you had hoped.

"Come on, Luke, stop being such a big baby. I know you hate it, but I don't know. Remember what will happen if you lose your sight for good?" You didn't want to taunt him, but you needed to shake him up a little—not striking the fear of God into him ultimately, but enough for him to want and need to take the medicine in the first place.

"I know, I know, Love...it's just my birthday", he sighs as he stops his wrists from fighting against the blue sweaty restraints. "I just thought I'd have a day off. That I could be 'normal' again, back to the way things were before my bloody sight-"

You sigh as you set the bottle on the bed and cup his cheek "Luke, Honey. You were born with this condition. Your father had it, too...it was inevitable. You can't change how it was written or meant to be."

Luke gives you a small nod in return. "I know...I just thought you'd let me off. It's my birthday. I'm not going to be this young and handsome forever," he tells you, which makes you shake your head and chuckle.

"Luke-"

"But I'm not! I'm already ageing. I've seen signs, Sweetheart. Don't tell me you haven't seen my grey while we've been showering and how slow I've been getting during practice. My back pain, my tiredness-"

"Luke", You cut him off. "You're not even in your 30s yet. Relax, love," you tell him as you move the stands of his hair out of his eyes like you always did. His hair had always been so untamed you didn't understand how he could see a single thing or even kick the ball with his hair in a way like that. Some days, you wanted to get out a pair of succours and cut it for him, but with his sensory issues, you knew that would be another tantrum in the making.

"It's only two drops, Sweetheart. It'll only take a couple of seconds. Your vision might be blurry, and your head might hurt," you remind him as you stroke his arm, but he jerks it away. But then you'll be back to normal. We can cuddle and watch some Match Of The Day if you'd like," you suggest in a smooth tone.

Luke sighs as he scrunches his brows. "But that's exactly the problem! The burning as well as the itching from the dryness of my headaches afterwards! you know how bad they are! it takes hours to recover. Love. I can't do this every night or for the rest of my life. You should be living your best life out there, not looking after me. I'm so hopeless I can't even bear to be in the same room as a flashing camera," he groans. You knew if he was free from his restraints, he would be covering his face with his hands weeping .

Poor Luke.

Ever since you'd met him before you started dating, he was a sensitive soul. Sometimes, he'd crack over nothing and lose his temper if what he wanted wasn't going his way. You had learned to deal with this over the years, even if it made the two of you part ways occasionally.

"Is there something? anything I can do to help you through this?" you ask.

You weren't willing to loosen the restraints—at least not now—but there had to be something—anything you could do to ease the pain of the drops.

Luke lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding "Not unless you could somehow convince the Doctors not to give me this shit-" he grumbles.

"Luke, you know I can't do that. Even with all the money in the world-"

"I know" Luke nods as he sulks, slouching into the bed. "I was just saying, you know what? never mind-"

He's quiet for a while as he looks away from the distance.

"There is something you could do-" As he tells you this, your eyes fall to his plump, kissable lips. He was such a damn distraction. How did he look like that? So drop-dead gorgeous and handsome all the time? while you always looked like a mess? Although he'd tell you the opposite, sometimes, you couldn't help but wonder if Luke was just trying to be nice . What would a guy like him do? Luke Davenport want with a girl like you? You were so out of his league. 

He purses his lips "Your voice-" he says "It soothes me"

You frown as you inch closer "Soothes you?"

He nods hesitantly, not wanting to offend. "Yes, I love hearing it. I don't know what it is, but it calms me down," he says sincerely. It's the first serious moment you've had with Luke for a while between all of the tantrums and hassle of trying to get him to take the damn medication.

"So what do you want me to do? Read you a story?" you suggest, which makes him shake his head and scoff in response.

"No, no, I'm not a child," he warns, and then he pauses. "But... could you sing me a song?" he asks as he brushes his legs against yours.

Cheeky.

"A song? Luke, I can't sing. I sound like Rebecca Black. I'm so whiney," You groan as you throw a pillow at him.

"Hey, hey! No, you're way better than her," he chuckles, shaking his head. "I've heard you in the shower, babe. You're gonna be like the next Kelly Clarkson," he swears as he tries to dodge the pillow.

You roll your eyes as you lean forward, staring into his deep sapphire eyes, forgetting about the small white bottle of eye drops almost entirely. "Kelly Clarkson, huh?" you taunt as you lick your lips.

"Yeah...her", he nods, but you know he's not paying any attention as he swallows hard.

"So what do you want me to sing?" you ask as you run a hand over his thigh.

Luke gasps, surprised by the unexpected electric touch. "Anything—anything," he begs. He's whining like a child. He always went into a childlike state when he begged for whatever it was he wanted, and all he wanted was to hear your voice to calm him as you forced the eye drops into him.

"How about a happy birthday? since it's my birthday after all?" he shrugs lightly, moving the restraints

You nod, considering it. "And you promise you'll take the drops?" you ask.

He flinches as you open the cap. His heart beats a steady rhythm in his eardrums, and you watch as his lips part. Even with the promise of a sweet song, almost a lullaby, he was still nervous about the side effects of the drops. He swore his eyes were dry already, but perhaps that was because of the fear of what was to come. He knew the first thing he would feel would be sitting almost instantly each time. It was even more uncomfortable than the last.

"I promise, " Luke nods. He watches you as you reach out your hand. At first, he wonders if you are going to free him, but he quickly doubts it as soon as you grab the full cup of water from the nightstand instead.

"I think you're the one who needs to freshen up your pipes, aren't you, love?" He asks with a small smile as you force the drink down his throat. After he's finished, he licks his lips and takes a moment to close his eyes and blink like it's his last time.

"Alright, love", he nods determinedly.

He couldn't believe that this was something he had to do now for the rest of your life. Or, as you said, it was written in the stars.

He was sick, and he needed medicine, especially if he wanted to get better and keep his number 11 position on the team.

Luke had to do this for him, for you. Surely, he could face a couple of eye drops, especially if he always got tackled every night on the pitch. Couldn't he?

Luke took a finally shaky breath, but there were no eye drops to follow. Instead, you leaned closer. You reached forward, cupping his cheek, and you began to sing slowly. He didn't know why, but he didn't expect you to actually do it—to follow through to sing the song.

Were you doing it just because it was his birthday?

or because you generally loved him?

Either way, Luke was blown away by how much you cared about him. He wasn't Luke Davenport, the famous football player in your eyes.

He was just Luke.

Lucas.

That was all he was to you. Just a simple boy with a heart too big for his chest that grew to size every time he saw you. The boy, that was messy and complicated, needed help every now and then, even if it was just for some damn eye drops. He needed someone in his life to have and to hold.

And then, sitting there in the bed, Luke realised something: that person was you.

"Happy birthday to you—" Your lips brushed against his skin ever so delicately. He could have reached out and touched, brushed his plump ones against your own. Instead, he didn't. With much restraint, he held himself back from locking his with yours and from battling your tongue with his overdominance.

It felt like the slowest moment in existence as you removed the bottle cap, but your patience, at least on the surface, was unwavering. With your free hand, you traced his face delicately, making delicate little circles that made him melt. It was so tempting to draw his eyes close, but he didn't. He kept them sharp and open just for you, just for his love.

"Happy birthday, dear Lucas-" And just like that, as you uttered his name's final 'S', you delicately dropped the medicine in just as much as you could, even with him flinching.

"Happy birthday to you...."

He thought he ruined it. He thought he'd blinked his eyes and then made a mess of it all, but instead, you patted him on his shoulder, which was still tied up by the restraints, and you gave him a small kiss on the cheek. 

"All done. Good job," you tell Luke.

Luke smiles. That was it?

He knew the side effects would kick in soon, especially the dizziness, once you were both finished. He watched as you put the drops away while he blinked like crazy, and then you finally freed him. His wrists ached as he flung the sweatbands across the room, and you instantly hugged him.

"I need to hear your voice again, love. I need to hear more," he tells you in a sleepy, drowsy state as he lies on your lap.

You instantly reach for the remote and begin flicking through to find the sports channel, but they all make Luke's head pound as you flicker behind the channels—the changing description every two seconds, the small text, and the flashing images. His head was hot like it was seconds away from exploding.

"My voice is nothing special," you say as you comb through his hair with your angelic touch.

"Nonsense", Luke tells you firmly. He would look at you into your eyes at that moment if it wasn't for the headache about to set in, and if anything, the TV screen was making it worse. He knew from the medication that he couldn't close his eyes entirely, so instead of heading in your lap, he just focused on the ground.

"I need to hear your voice, sweetheart," he calls out like a prayer, a desperate plea.

you sigh as you give in. "Do you really want me to sing Happy Birthday again?" you ask with a frown.

"Yes," he nods instantly.

You sigh as you relax your shoulders. "Alright then," you tell him, and then an instant smirk appears across his lips.

"It is my birthday, after all, and I can have anything I want", he teases.

"And what you want is to hear me sing happy birthday over and over again? Have you lost your mind?" you tease, making him stifle a laugh.

"Yes- there's nothing wrong with your voice love you'd make it I'm serious"

"Yeah, maybe with your money", you tease him, having heard all the rumours.

"Oh, don't listen to them, love," he says, knowing he's read the same articles as you. "They have no idea who we are or what we're capable of," he tells you as he interlocks his fingers with yours and kisses your knuckles.

"So...you want me to sing Happy Birthday again? Is that really your birthday wish?" you ask, hoping it won't be.

"Do I only get one gift on this special day?" he teases as you nod.

"Yes, of course, you spoiled boy. Didn't your mother get you brand new Calvin Klein?" You ask him, and he nods defeatedly 

"Yes, she did, and I'm grateful I never ask for any of that stuff..." he sighs. 

"I know love...well. Should I start now?" 

"Preferably" he smiles softly.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[doomed2repeat]

I’m actually tired of Luke Newton not getting his full credit for the success of selling the season. This is not discounting that Nicola is a powerhouse when it comes to PR, but Luke sold that chemistry HARD during the promo run. Polin took off among non-shippers when they both came out for that first event way back on Valentine’s Day, with Luke looking hot AF and people became locked in on the way he looked at her. Every single social media post had comments about how HE looked at HER, and people getting curious because of it. That was HUGE to what made them popular, and it never let up, he helped sell their chemistry - to the degree of some fans placing unhealthy expectations on it, but that’s another story. During interviews, even when Nicola did most of the talking, Luke served up delicious fanservice by often being the one who would say the most unhinged bits that sent the fans spiraling- talking about how tiny their intimacy wear was, being comfortable naked, blushing and giggling. People loved it. On and off the screen Luke has been responsible for half the magic that’s made Polin so beloved, he deserves to be acknowledged right alongside Nic.

[talesfromthecrypts]

Neil Newbon as Luke Davenport in Dream Team

[drakaripykiros130ac]

“Poor Helaena…to lose a child like that”

“Poor Aegon…a father’s rage is justified”

Not hearing a whole lot of poor Rhaenyra who lost her father, her son, her throne and her unborn daughter in a short span of time.

According to TG stans, a child’s death is absolutely horrible (unless it’s Rhaenyra’s. If it’s Rhaenyra’s child, it’s fun, let’s celebrate).

I fail to see why Helaena’s grief is more important than Rhaenyra’s. She lost one son, said “bye bye world” and shut down (and I don’t see anyone pointing fingers at her and calling her useless in this war even though she was. She had a dragon she could use, but chose to remain locked up in her room and in depression).

Rhaenyra lost a whole lot more, and she had to stay on her feet and fight to take back what rightfully belongs to her.

Why is Jaehaerys’ death more tragic than Lucerys’?

Lucerys was murdered in cold blood, just like that boy of Helaena’s who’s barely relevant throughout the whole story.

Lucerys was a boy too.

Now there’s the question of who shed first blood.

The Greens did.

Actions call for reactions, and this is war.

Daemon wanted Aegon the Usurper to lose a son, just like the Greens forced Rhaenyra to suffer the loss of one of her own. He called for retribution. A life for a life. He could have arranged to have everyone in that tower killed that night. He could have demanded Aegon’s daughter, Jaehaera, be killed in exchange for the life of the daughter the Greens made him lose (Visenya). But he didn’t.

I’ve seen comments cheering on Aegon for wanting vengeance for his dead son, but apparently Rhaenyra is not allowed to demand retribution for the death of hers.

Misogyny runs high in the 21st century, doesn’t it? A woman who is not perfect is a monster, and a man with vices is just “misunderstood”.

And then you all have the nerve to point fingers at people who don’t care about the consequences of B&C. No, I don’t care that Aegon’s child is going to be murdered. Because I didn’t see that sympathy from stans when Lucerys was murdered. All I saw were jokes made at a child ripped apart by the biggest and most dangerous dragon alive because her rider is a twisted one-eyed psychopath.

The Blacks are entitled to vengeance.

Lucerys’ death is on Aemond’s head. And so is Jaehaerys’. He’s 100% responsible. If anyone is to blame for B&C, it’s Aemond the Kinslayer.

[prideprejudce]

AU Reds Poster: Alicent joins Rhaenrya as her advisor and wife after escaping her father's influence.

She escapes Kings Landing with Helaena and her grandchildren just in time. Unfortunately, her father has already sunk his teeth into her two sons who are ready to fight for their right to the iron throne. How will Alicent choose between her family and her beloved Rhaenyra when the time comes?

[nobigneil]

"yeah, I'm not actually blind y'know"

[uglyasspsychodoll]

Savage.

[darklinsblog]

Nexus Event | Lucerys Velaryon Imagine

Summary: As the daughter of Morpheus and capable of controlling space, you prevent the death of Lucerys Velaryon.

Pairing: Lucerys Velaryon x Morpheus!Daughter reader

Part II

Author’s note: We love doing crossovers in this house, ofc. Also GIF’s mine so credit if you use it pls.

Note 2.0: OH HOW I’VE MISSED WRITING SPREES… should I do Part 2?

Life wasn’t as lovely in the Dreaming as one might think, your father was the mighty Sandman, The Prince of Stories, one of the Endless.

Your father adored you, you were his only child and even being half human and half Endless that did not matter in his eyes. He taught you all things about the Dreaming, the land he created and taught you how to control your own gifts.

You had the extraordinary ability to manipulate the matter, every single component you could shift to your liking and make something brand new if you pleased.

Morpheus was very proud of you but as you grew older, it was far more obvious that you wanted to see beyond the Dreaming.

So, when you were of proper age, you started going to the Waking World, you knew your father was the busiest man in the universe and you did not wish to disrupt his focus.

This time around you decided to take Lola a Griffin that your father had manufactured to celebrate your birth, you loved to surf upon the Waking World skies, feel free.

For a bit, it did feel like that, but this time around everything felt awfully quiet, dangerously quiet even.

A minute later, a boy emerged from the clouds, riding on a dragon’s back, his hair was wet, dripping even, his cheeks were rosy, his pupils dilated, he was obviously going through some sort of stress.

The boy looked in your direction, he didn’t say anything, he simply stared at you for what felt like an absolute eternity, but all the quiet was done when a massive monster emerged, with a platinum haired boy on his back, the monster’s mouth opened fully in direction to the boy and his dragon.

Out of reflex you and Lola launched towards the boy and his dragon as you screamed your lungs out, your eyes turning purple as your hands lifted upon the hair creating an invisible barrier-box in which you trapped the platinum blonde boy with an eye patch and his enormous dragon.

“I WILL GET YOU, TAOBA!” He roared quite profusely after trying to pass through the prison box you had created in the moment.

“You have to go, NOW” you muttered through your teeth as you were pulling strength from God knows where to keep the lunatic trapped at least enough for the boy to leave.

“Th-thank you…!” He stammered in utter shock.

“Y/N” you said loud enough for him to hear you

“Luke” he replied with a nervous smile before disappearing down on the clouds

As Luke was left to safety, the crazy person whom had become your prisoner was looking at you with a blinding ire.

“I will make you pay, you fucking cunt” he spoke deathly serious.

“Try never, pirate” you hissed through your teeth as you disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The experience itself was nerve-racking, you had just saved someone’s life while putting yours on the line. You knew it was best if you kept this venture to yourself, that your father never found out.

So, you and Lola sneaked back into the Dreaming but as you did you were greeted by the opposing side of your whole family in the main room.

Desire, Death, Destiny, Destruction, Delirium and of course, your father Dream.

Uh-oh.

“You have absolutely no depth on the course of your reckless actions!” Your uncle Destiny roared at you, as you sunk deeper into your seat, wanting to disappear from the face of Earth… you couldn’t believe you were being lectured on this.

“I saved someone’s life! Last time I came to thought of it, it was a decent thing to do!” You shot back utterly fed up with the situation.

Up until this moment everyone else was disturbingly quiet.

“The boy was supposed to die” Death spoke, looking at you with a regretful expression, your whole expression fell as well as your heart.

“…what?” You let out in a single breath, now looking for anyone’s gaze, trying to find some answers but no one had the strength to.

“Lucerys Velaryon was meant to die, he was the key to a civil war on King’s Landing’s history” Destiny went on “You have altered what was meant to be and created a nexus event in the process…”

“So what happens now…?” Your father asked, taking a stand for you, he knew the importance of the matter, this was the universal balance, what his family swore to protect.

But you were too, his daughter. This was him against the wall, Morpheus was splitting his heart in two, between his duty and his love as a father.

He knew you only meant to do good, that was who you were, that’s the little girl he raised, yet the truth of the circumstances we’re laying in front of everyone.

Your uncle let out an exhausted sigh as he touched his forehead.

“That’s just it, brother” he muttered. “I have no knowledge of what happens next”

“Are you saying…?” You suggested in pure disbelief, this could not be happening, this could not be real.

“We have gotten ourselves head deep into uncertainty!” Delirium crooked a nervous laugh, but it made the situation not any less tense.

Everyone was absolutely startled, confused even as a single question floated in the air but nobody had the courage to ask:

What had you done?

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[gothushi]

i have a TON of luke clips and screenshots now.. only two eps left to watch of his and i’m literally in love with him🥲

[valentinebbxox]

Thinking about him 💭

[spicechica]

THESE PICTURES 🥵

"IM CLAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!" *I want to touch his back*

[keep-it-light]

I present a Luke Davenport collage. Enjoy!

[talesfromthecrypts]

Neil Newbon as Luke Davenport in Dream Team

[z0mibite]

LUKE FANS IN 2024??? i grew up watching that show he was like a childhood crush for me😭😭do u have any small head cannons for him 🙏��🙏🏻

DJFJFH I CAN LIST A FEW OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD (also I have to ask, was dream team particularly popular when it was airing?)

Luke, being the showoff he is, LOVES to let people know you're his. From wearing his team colors to an excessive amount of PDA. He'll claim it's purely a 'ownership' thing, that's you're his, but it mainly comes from his deep seeded insecurity. This is more severe if you know about his eye condition. He worries you won't want him if he develops his father's condition.

He's secretly a soft, cuddly guy. He likes to hold you but is equally interested in being the little spoon but won't voice it till later in the relationship. Trust issues galore.

He stares, like a lot, unashamedly. + Tenfold if he's tired. He'll try to make you stay in bed with him in the morning, making you both late.

Will fist fight paparazzi if they are in your bubble, his bubble is one thing, he chose the fame, but he's extremely protective of your feelings and boundaries.

[xinnamoon]

Gonna put these boys on a mystery to see how fast they can speed run it.