#luke browning oneshot

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Won them over | Luke Browning x Reader

pairing . . . luke browning x gf!reader

summary . . . When you visit your family gathering with your secret boyfriend, you never expected him to get along so well

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . my school is starting tomorrow so update schedule might stop a bit </3 i'll still be uploading but less often so yeah! also ignore the shit colour coordination on the moodboard

. . . Luke showing up at your family’s party wasn’t exactly part of the plan. Scratch that, your family didn’t even know you had a boyfriend.

You’d been holding off on telling them, because, well, you’d seen how they interrogated every single person your cousins brought around. And Luke? He was perfect, but he was also a racing driver, which you knew was going to ensue about a million questions.

The party was in full swing when you walked in with Luke trailing behind you. Your mom’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw him.

"Who’s this?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron, even though she wasn’t cooking. It was her nervous habit.

"Mom, this is Luke," you said, bracing yourself. "My boyfriend."

As if there was a record scratch, everyone within earshot turned to stare. Your dad’s jaw tightened, and your grandma’s eyebrows shot up so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline.

Luke, ever the charmer, extended his hand to your mom. "Mrs. (L/n), it’s really nice to meet you. Thanks for having me."

Your mom blinked, clearly not expecting the manners. "Uh, of course. Nice to meet you too, Luke."

But the interrogating started almost immediately. Your uncle cornered Luke by the drinks table, holding a beer like it was some kind of truth serum.

"So, you’re a race car driver? That’s… interesting," he said, his tone dripping with skepticism. "How’s that work as a career? Seems risky."

Luke smiled, completely unfazed. "It’s definitely not the typical job, but I love it. There’s a lot of strategy involved, and the teamwork is amazing. Plus, it taught me how to improve my focus."

Your uncle nodded slowly, like he wasn’t totally convinced but also couldn’t find a reason to argue.

Meanwhile, your grandma had Luke in her sights. She’d sat herself on the couch like the queen of the castle, and when Luke came over to introduce himself, she gave him the once over.

"A race car driver, huh?" she said, squinting at him. "How fast do you go?"

"Over 200 miles an hour sometimes," Luke replied, and your grandma’s jaw dropped.

"Lord have mercy. Do you have life insurance?"

Luke laughed. "Yes, maam. It’s part of the job."

By the time dinner rolled around, Luke was doing surprisingly well. He’d helped your mom carry a stack of plates, made your younger cousins laugh with a story about his first time driving a go kart, and even managed to get your dad to crack a smile.

But the ultimate test came when your grandpa, a man of few words but strong opinions, called Luke over to sit next to him.

"So, young man," your grandpa began, his voice gruff. "What’s your deal?"

You almost choked on your drink, but Luke didn’t even blink.

"Well, sir, I’m here because I really care about your granddaughter. She’s smart, funny, and honestly the best part of my life. I just want to make her happy."

Your grandpa stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "Good answer," he said gruffly, and that was that. Approval granted.

By the end of the night, your mom was packing up leftovers for Luke to take home, your cousins were begging him to come back for the next party, and your grandma was telling everyone he’d make a 'handsome groom someday'.

But of course, things couldn’t stay entirely smooth. After dinner, you and Luke snuck away to the back porch for a breather. The house was buzzing with your family’s chatter, and you needed a moment to yourselves.

"You’re handling this way better than I thought you would," you said, leaning against the railing.

Luke grinned, leaning in closer. "You doubted me?"

"Not exactly," you teased, "but they’re a lot to deal with."

"They’re great," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "But I do kinda miss having you all to myself."

His voice dropped just enough to make your cheeks flush. Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you; soft and sweet, the kind of kiss that made everything else fade away.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his hands found their way to your waist, holding you close. "I wasn’t kidding," he murmured. "Having you all to myself is the best part of any day."

You let out a soft laugh, your arms looping around his neck. "You’re ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love with you," he replied, his grin widening. The way he looked at you, like you were the only person in the world, made your heart skip a beat.

Before either of you could say more, he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one deeper and slower. The sounds of the party drifted into the background, replaced by the warmth of his touch and the way he made you feel like you were floating.

"You know they’re probably wondering where we are," you said, pulling back just enough to speak, though you didn’t make any effort to let go of him.

"Let them wonder," he said, his voice teasing but his eyes full of something softer. "I’m not done with you yet."

Luke leaned in, hand brushing your cheek, and before he could kiss you for the third time, you heard a voice interrupt you.

"Ewww!" the voice rang out, snapping you both back to reality. You turned to see your little cousins standing by the doorway, their faces a mix of shock and disgust.

"We’re telling!" one of them shouted, already turning to run back inside.

"Wait, wait!" Luke said, holding up his hands. "What if I make a deal with you?"

The kids paused, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What do you mean?”

"How about… another game of football after dinner?" Luke offered, and their eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Really," he promised. "But only if you keep this little moment a secret between us."

The kids huddled together, whispering furiously, before turning back with matching grins. "Deal!"

As they ran off, you turned to Luke, half amused, half exasperated. "Bribing kids now?"

He shrugged, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Whatever it takes to keep your family from eating me alive."

"You’re ridiculous," you said, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

When you both finally went back inside, it was like nothing had happened.

Your cousins were busy showing off their 'secret' knowledge to each other, your mom was arguing with your dad about which dessert to serve next, and your grandma was already asking Luke if he’d like to take home some leftovers.

"Well, that went better than expected," you said on the drive home, leaning your head on Luke’s shoulder.

He grinned, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh. "Told you I’d win them over."

And honestly? You weren’t even surprised. Luke could charm just about anyone, even your family.

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[batfam-fanfics]

The Rocky Horror Wayne Show by connorswhisk

1 Chapter - 5943 words

YOU'RE INVITED

To the Wayne Family's production of the Rocky Horror Picture Show

Directed by Damian Wayne and Jonathan Kent

Starring Tim Drake, Harper Row, Wally West, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson, and more...

One Night Only!

All proceeds will go to charity. There will be a YouTube livestream as well. Any donations are appreciated.

Cosplay encouraged. Dancing also encouraged. Cannibalism, murder, gratuitous firing of laser guns, and death via ice pick not entirely barred, but certainly frowned upon.

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REQUESTS OPEN AGAIN !! yippeeee

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sorry i haven't been active 😓 i've been surprisingly busy this summer.. (between writing my book and visiting family abroad)

gonna try to go through my requests (good lord, i let my inbox pile up sm..) but feel free to send in new requests!!

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— all are open for either romantic or platonic requests, SVU (and nat, wanda, maria) requests are open for parental requests.

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bulletproof love (18+)

twitchstreamer!luke x reader

author’s note: omgg this oneshot took all my blood sweat and tears to produce. i am NOT a graphic designer. i do NOT normally write smut. but this idea had to come to fruition before i went insane. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!!!!

title is from bulletproof love by pierce the veil. lyrics have no correlation but it IS a certified banger.

tags/warnings: smut!! minors dni. oral (m receiving). use of y/n. not proofread. kinda long. teeheehee etc.

i.

You met Luke Castellan at the grocery store.

He looked like a completely normal (albeit, very attractive) guy in his twenties. His dark curls fell slightly over his warm, chocolate brown eyes. A mischievous smirk was plastered across his cheeks, showing off a small dimple on the left side. He wore a simple hoodie and sweats as he perused the pasta aisle, picking up different jars of sauce and reading the labels absentmindedly. He did, however, have an interesting scar sitting jagged over his cheekbone, but it was so faint that you hadn’t noticed it until way later on.

You would have never guessed he was a near millionaire with close to a million social media followers. You would have never guessed he spent the majority of his life not at the grocery store, but rather streaming FPS and RPG games for an average of fifty thousand views at a time.

You would have never guessed he’d take a liking to you.

You, who worked part time at this very grocery store. You, who didn’t really know the first thing about video games, except that they were confusing and it was insane that some people could build ridiculously complex structures at a mind-boggling speed on Fortnite whilst also shooting with godly precision.

He had backed into you accidentally whilst you were restocking a shelf, causing you to drop a couple glass jars that cracked open upon impact with the floor. You apologized, even though you’d really done nothing wrong. He obviously thought you attractive (or maybe he just didn’t leave the house much?) because his idea of an apology was taking you out to some lavishly expensive dinner the next night.

The dinner was okay but the conversation is what got you hooked. He was so sweet and told you so many wild stories that had you laughing until your chest ached. He paid for the meal and held your hand on the drive home. When he dropped you off, he casually told you his Instagram handle and told you to shoot him a follow. You blushed, smiled, and scurried inside.

You just about died when you saw his profile.

ii.

It’s been about a year since you had started dating Luke Castellan, otherwise known as his twitch handle “SonofHermes.”

(“Because he’s the messenger god, right? In, like, Greek Mythology? And I felt like a damned messenger god when I was a moderator for four different discord servers and a twitch chat—“)

Luke’s twitch streams occured mostly every night, from 8pm to about 3am. He always began his streams with some FPS game (Overwatch, Valorant, CS:GO, or something similar). After a few hours he would swap over to a different game for his variety segment. His chat was hilarious. They loved to tease Luke and joke around with him and donate silly messages. And, of course, because Luke was so very attractive, a decent chunk of his fan base was dedicated towards swooning over his every word and look and smile.

You, honestly, never really minded. Mostly because Luke was yours. You were sure the thirsting from chat would diminish once they knew you were dating. But… you really, truly, had no desire to be in the public eye. Having nearly a million people know your name and your face was daunting and scary. You also had enough common sense to realize that some of his fans were probably batshit crazy and would send you hate and death threats for dating Luke. You were a part time employee and a student; you did not need another reason on top of that to have poor mental health.

Luke loved you unconditionally and that was all that mattered. You were perfectly content spending most evenings to yourself. He was a good boyfriend, though, and did schedule days off to take you out and show you incredible amounts of love and support. You were both very happy and secure in your relationship.

One particular evening, you were staying over at Luke’s apartment. It was a Friday, and you had no work tomorrow, so he bought alcohol and weed and selected a list of movies to marathon. It was basically your most ideal way to spend the weekend.

That was, until, Luke’s gamer friends messaged him on discord, begging him to join their Rust server to defend their group base.

Luke had met these friends through Twitch events and game conventions. There was Percy, who streamed with his girlfriend Annabeth. They were one of the most adored couples in the gaming community. They all lived in the same state, so Luke hung out with them pretty often. There was also Grover, who was Percy’s roommate and would join his streams from time to time. As well, there was Thalia, who was a huge advocate for women in eSports, and played in a professional league. Luke had introduced them too you a few months ago, and they all swore to help keep your relationship a secret.

The five of them often played different games together, as most of their fanbases consisted of the same people, so it really raked in the views and made for good content. Plus, it was just really fun. You knew how much Luke loved his friends and cherished the times they got to play together.

The Rust server was a recent hyperfixation that you were positive would fade once a new MMO came out to grab their attention. But, you were also aware of how much time and effort Luke had spent constructing this base of his.

“Go,” you said, noticing his confliction. “You can have one hour to play. Stream, too, so I can watch out here. But after that, you’re mine for the rest of the night.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Luke said with his devilish grin. He kissed you hard, leaving a swarm of butterflies dancing in your stomach. He hurried off to his bedroom, where he kept his gaming setup, and shut the door.

You were fine with spending an hour alone. Flipping through Netflix, you cracked open a bottle of wine and relaxed into the sofa.

One hour went by fast. Luke didn’t return to the living room.

You picked up your phone and opened the Twitch app, clicking on Luke’s stream. He was currently in the middle of some intense adventure with Percy. Luke’s webcam was situated in the top left corner of the game feed, and he looked so cute and handsome under the glow of the monitor and the purple LED lights.

To be honest, the wine was getting to you. You felt such a strong desire to be near Luke and to feel him and be with him. He bit his lip on camera, deep in concentration, and that action alone had your heart rate increasing.

“Fuck it,” you said, turning off the TV and standing up from the couch. His hour was up, and it was time to take the matter into your own hands.

iii.

Luke enjoyed playing his games with the volume high in his headphones. It allowed him to feel like he was actually in the game, and unaware of the outside world. This also was an issue, because more often than not he would lose track of time and forget about his plans and scheduled events.

He just couldn’t help it — he loved video games. Currently, he was busy perfecting his base on Rust so it wouldn’t be broken into again. It took a lot of effort and concentration, and Percy and Grover dicking around and goofing off did nothing to help his focus.

So, it only made sense that he didn’t notice his bedroom door opening. The door wasn’t in frame on his camera, so he didn’t see it open, either. He didn’t notice it close. He didn’t notice you, getting down on all fours and crawling over to his desk setup.

He didn’t notice you, at all, until you put a hand on his leg.

Luke jumped a bit and glanced down, meeting your mischievous glance and the naughty smile on your cheeks.

“Uh, chat — sorry, gotta go to the bathroom, one sec —“ Luke rushed out. He shut off his camera and muted his mic, double checking that it was definitely muted by quickly scanning the latest messages in his chat:

He rolled his eyes at the messages, and pushed his chair back, glaring at you on the floor. “Baby, what the hell are you doing?!”

You smiled. “I was just missing you, is all.”

“So you snuck in — wait, shit, you said one hour. It’s been an hour hasn’t it?” Luke said, running a hand through his messy curls.

You nodded, and gave a weak shrug. “It’s okay, though. I think it would be fun if we also played a game of our own.”

Luke raised his eyebrows, feeling a blush form on his cheeks. “What’re .. what’re you suggesting?”

You unbuttoned your blouse and tossed to the floor, leaving you in a lacy black bra and your mini skirt. You let your fingers linger on the strap of your bra. “I’ll let you stream longer. But.. once you cum, you have to shut it off.”

“You want to blow me on stream?” Luke asked, incredulously. He could already feel himself start to harden at the thought of this ‘game’ of yours occurring.

“Like, secretly, though.” You said with a slight eye roll. “You can try to keep your composure for as long as you can, but you’ll be all mine for the rest of the night. Okay?”

Luke took a minute to ponder. If he somehow got caught… the consequences would be severe. His reputation would be tarnished. He’d lose his job and his income and the entire career he had worked so hard to build.

But on the other hand.. you looked really fucking sexy, staring at him with your doe-eyes, feigning innocence in the most seductive lingerie he’d ever seen you in.

“Fuck’s sake.” Luke pulled his chair back towards his desk. He tugged his sweatpants down to his ankles, giving you a face full of his half hard cock and his toned, muscular thighs. “You have to be quiet too, you little slut. I seriously cannot get caught.”

“Of course,” you replied, slightly moaning as you took his length into your hand. “You’re so incredibly attractive.”

“Shut up,” Luke said, adjusting his camera angle to absolutely ensure it cut off at his upper chest and nothing lower than that was visible. He took a deep breath and was about to rejoin his stream, when you began sucking him off. “Fuck!”

You pulled your lips off of him with a loud pop. “Come on, Lukey, you can last longer than that.”

“You’re mouth feels so fucking good though,” Luke groaned, threading his fingers through your hair. He took another deep breath and guided your head back to his cock, which was now fully hard and aching for your mouth. This time, when you licked up his shaft, he was more prepared and was able to maintain his chill composure. “Okay. Okay, baby, I’m turning my stuff back on. Be quiet, please.”

You nodded, slowly taking him back into your warm mouth.

Luke turned on his camera. He turned on his mic. He ran a hand through his hair and grabbed his mouse and keyboard. “Okay, I’m back. Chat, please tell me Percy and Thalia didn’t do anything stupid while I was gone.”

“Hey!” You heard, faintly from Luke’s headset. “We didn’t do anything, and if your chat says otherwise, they are lying!”

You giggled as quietly as you could, and clearly the vibrations from such movement felt good for Luke, because you heard him take a sharp intake of breath.

“Wh-whatever. Doesn’t matter. Let’s get back to work.” Luke said defensively.

“What?” Percy asked. “You sound weird, man. Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong!” Luke replied, too quickly and at an octave higher than he normally speaks. You couldn’t help but get a little nervous. He was terrible at being subtle.

“Okay…” This was a girl’s voice, and sounded like Thalia. “My chat agrees that you’re being weird.”

“Same.” Percy agreed.

“Yeah, well,” Luke scanned his second monitor to check in on how his chat was reacting. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “My chat is being dumb, as per usual.”

Below the desk, your nerves had subsided and instead you became preoccupied with the notion of possibly getting caught. It was kind of twisted but this caused your lower region to dampen. You lifted your short little skirt over your hips and moved your lacy underwear to the side, giving you access to finger yourself.

You moaned, with your mouth full of thick, heady cock, and brain slightly foggy from the wine consumption. You were close already.

“What?” Luke said, clearly reading something on his monitor. “Chat, that was my phone vibrating on my desk. I did not moan over that headshot Percy made. Be so for real”

“Rude,” Percy said. “I would’ve moaned. I’m like, the god of gaming.”

“Loser.” Luke responded, biting his lower lip and slightly bucking his hips into your mouth. He must’ve been getting close, too.

From that moment on, you were desperate to make Luke finish. You abandoned your slow and gentle place, and took his entire cock down your throat. You silently gagged, and bobbed your head up and down, making sure to suck a bit longer on his leaking tip. You grabbed his balls in your right hand and squeezed, keeping your left hand on his upper thigh.

“Fuck,” Luke murmured, just under his breath. You sucked harder in response. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“What is going on, dude?” Percy questioned. “You’re stressing me out.”

Luke glanced over at his chat again.

Luke flipped a middle finger to his camera, and gave a playful, “Chat, you all suck.” Obviously, he loved his fans and was eternally grateful for their support. It was just fun to mess around with them and feign a love hate relationship. It did make him a bit anxious, however, that everyone easily picked up on the fact that something was affecting Luke. It didn’t exactly help that he was really close to finishing and was starting to lose track of what was happening in the game. All he could feel was his cock going in and out and in and out of your soft lips, that were now coated in a mixture of salvia and his precum. It was just about driving him insane.

You, on the other hand, were knuckle deep inside your own cunt and sucking Luke off with so much fervour your jaw was starting to ache. But you loved the feeling. And you were determined to get him off. Now.

Suddenly, Luke felt the familiar feeling build inside himself. Before he realized it was happening, he was shooting thick ropes down your eager throat. “Fuck!” he screamed, legs shaking and eyes squeezing shut. He shuddered and gasped for air as you did not let up on your pace, sucking every last drop of cum from him.

He realized how fucking weird this whole ordeal must’ve looked to his many (many, many) viewers.

Instead of confronting what just happened, he slammed his mouse on the End Stream button and shut off his computer, without so much as a goodbye. He pushed his chair back and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you up to your feet.

You smiled at him sweetly, a sheen of sweat covering your entire body. Luke leaned down and kissed you hungrily.

“Y/n,” he said, once he was out of breath from such an intense kiss. “I.. Need. To be inside of you. And you can never, ever do that again.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed innocently. “Kinda seemed like you really liked it though.”

“Oh, shut up.” Luke said with a grin. “Bed. Now.”

You obliged, heading over to his comfy queen sized bed, unaware that you were about to have the most mind blowing sex of your entire life.

authors note: aaaaa ok. first of all i’d like to apologize. i have not proofread this at all and i wrote each chunk on separate days. i will proofread it eventually and fix the errors lmao.

also! now that all the ~lore~ to this AU is sorted, if you ever wanna send me twitchstreamer!luke specific prompts, i would ADORE THAT.

thank you all again for reading !!!!! <3

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SWEET AS SUGAR

` . . ── 𝓹airing luke hughes x female! reader

𝓢. luke comes to ask his pretty neighbor for some sugar . . . but really he just wants to see her ｡｡ 𝓌c 2218 & fluff oneshot 𝓹art 𝓸ne

‹𝟹 this fic is a little birthday gift to my bestie @lesrflms I hope you enjoy it, ily ᵎᵎ

“What should we make tonight, dumplings or tomato soup?” you hummed as you skimmed through your family-made cookbook, eyes raking over the many different recipes before glancing at your cat moose sitting on his personal stool in your kitchen. 

He tilted his head animatedly at you as if he was chastising you for even having to ask, making you chuckle and look back at the cookbook, mumbling to yourself “Tomato soup it is” 

You placed the cookbook on your book stand before picking up your phone to connect your favorite playlist to your speakers, having a habit of having to cook with background noise. You moved around your kitchen smoothly as you started placing the ingredients on your kitchen island, singing along to the wallows song that was playing.  

Before you could start cutting some tomatoes and garlic, you heard a knock at your door, confusing you since you weren't expecting any guests. Maybe it was Mrs. Shelly, your sweet elderly neighbor who always needed help with her electronics. Moose quickly jumps off his stool and runs into the living room to hide; he is not fond of guests. 

You set your knife down on your cutting board and pause your music before walking around your kitchen island and to your front door, unlocking it before you slowly open it. Your eyes widen slightly at the unexpected person standing on the other side.  You leaned against your door with a small welcoming smile “luke?” 

Your eyes settle on the said man who stood in front of you with a shy smile on his lips, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a Michigan University hoodie. Luke's eyes widened slightly, but not in surprise like yours, but in awe. You stood there with a small smile on your lips, clad in a brown sweater, some jeans, and your snoopy cooking apron. He cleared his throat before saying “Uh hi, can I um have some of your sugar — I mean borrow, some sugar” 

“You went down a whole level to ask me for a cup of sugar?” you asked slowly as you took in his question, tilting your head and resting it against your door as you watched him shyly nod. This was the first time you had seen him since last week when you first saw him, you were busy with college while he was busy with hockey – an interesting fact you found out about him during your daily texting sessions. Your eyes furrowed and you were quick to ask “How did you even know my apartment number?” 

“I remember you mentioning I was on top of you —” your eyes widened in humor at his wording while his eyes widened in horror. Luke's hands that were nervously fidgeting in his front hoodie pocket were quick to slip out and shake as he quickly tried to fix his words “My apartment I mean! — not my body — i um”  

“Come in luke” you giggled, cutting him off from his nervous ranting. You took a step back and opened your door wider so he could come in. Luke let out a relieved breath and walked into your apartment, slightly taken aback by the warmth and comfort he felt immediately. You closed the door behind him and walked to your kitchen, to get him a cup of sugar. 

Luke looked around your warm apartment which was a completely different layout than his and Jack's. The kitchen and living room had an open floor plan; he could faintly see a curved doorway trim that led somewhere and a spiral staircase in a corner of the living room that led to the second story. The back wall of the living room was made of brick and had a lot of natural light from the large windows. He noticed a few snoopy collections around the living room. It felt like a home. 

“Here's your sugar” your voice broke him out of him admiring your home, luke looked away from a picture frame you had on a shelf, it looked like a family picture. Luke smiled at you and moved closer to the island to grab the small cute container of sugar “Oh, thanks” 

“So what are you making?” you asked him as you leaned against the island, a curious smile on your lips as you rested your palms on the quartz countertop. Luke tilted his head slightly in confusion and you couldn't help but chuckle at how endearing he looked. You clarified for him with a slow nod “With the sugar..” 

“Oh, umm muffins?” Luke said softly but it came out as more of a question, not confident in his answer. Your eyes light up at his answer, physically perking up at the mention of one of your favorite foods, and honestly, you were a little shocked at the idea of Luke baking muffins, he didn't really give off the impression of knowing how to bake “Oh really what kind?”

Luke internally started to panic as he tried to think of a type of muffin, any other day he would be able to name many different types of muffins, but right there under your gaze, his eyes locked with your pretty ones, had his mind going blank. Luke brought one of his hands up to rub at the back of his nape as he answered unconfidently “Ermm grape” 

“Grape muffins,” you said slowly as you narrowed your eyes at him, he nodded but you could see he was unsure of his answer. And it was all starting to make sense in your head the more you thought about it. You folded your hands in front of you, tilting your head slightly “You didn't actually need the sugar did you?” 

Luke blushed in slight embarrassment from being caught in his lie, dropping his hand from his nape to also lean forward against your kitchen island. Giving you a bashful smile as he quickly confessed “No . . . i just — wanted to see you” 

Your eyes widened at his unexpectedly sweet confession,  you did not expect him to be so forward. Luke was worried that him being forward made you uncomfortable, but really you were just too flustered to know what to say next. In truth, you also really wanted to see him, but your busy schedule just wasn't allowing that. Those nightly texting sessions had quickly become your favorite part of your day. 

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” you surprised the both of you with the sudden request, you smiled at him as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, you weren't ready for him to leave. Deep inside there was a small part of you that worried about the fact of you enjoying his presence so much, but you were quick to ignore it and push it down, instead focusing on the happy smile Luke had on his face. 

“I’d love to, let me just let jack know i won't be home” luke pulled his phone out of his back pocket to text his older brother, ignoring the way his hands trembled. You smiled and nodded, letting him text his brother while you moved to your pantry, opening it and grabbing one of the few aprons you had hanging inside. Luke slipped his phone back into his pocket, ignoring the several texts from Jack asking who he was with, claiming that Luke's answer ‘dinner with a friend’ wasn't good enough because he had no friends besides him and their teammates. 

Luke watched as you approached him with a smile, holding the apron out. He hesitantly grabbed it from your hands, asking slowly “uh what's that” 

“Your apron silly” you laughed, Luke didn't question you anymore, slipping it on over his hoodie, a warm feeling spreading across his chest when he noticed it matched yours. You noticed that he was struggling to tie it behind his back so you were quick to walk around the kitchen island to help him “Here let me help” 

“Just so you know, i'm not experienced in the kitchen” Luke mumbled with a bashful smile, following you to stand by your side at the island once you finished tying his apron for him. You hummed in understanding, sending him a teasing smile “Don't worry, i'll teach you all my secrets” 

“I’m looking forward to it” luke smiled, his tone came out more flirty than he expected, but thankfully you didn't seem to care. You just giggled and dried off your hands after you washed them. Luke moved to stand in front of your sink, washing his hands, and smiling at the cute soap dispenser you had. After washing his hands, he dried them off and turned to look at you, watching as you pulled out another cutting board “What's on the menu chef?” 

“soupe à la tomate” you answered in your mother tongue, placing the tomatoes on the cutting boards. 

“tomato soup?” he guessed with an unsure smile, trying to ignore the funny feeling in his stomach at how attractive you sounded speaking French. Well to be fair, anything you did, he was sure it would be attractive to him. You smiled and handed him a knife “très bon” 

“I fear that's past my very low level of French”  he chuckled as he watched you move closer to him, his breath hitching when you placed your soft hands over his, showing him how he should properly hold the knife and cut the tomato. You giggled as you translated your last sentence for him “Very good” 

“Have you ever been to a game?” luke asked, turning his head to look at you, taking in your side profile that was illuminated by the oven light. The two of you were sitting on the floor in front of your oven, leaning back against the island as you waited for the right time to take out the homemade garlic cheese bread. 

The two of you had finished making the tomato soup not too long ago, letting it cool down on the stove while you made sure the bread didn't burn. Luke never really was a fan of cooking, but being by your side, getting to know you better, and sharing the kitchen with you was something he hoped would happen again . . . very soon. 

“I've been once, my friend ethan is a really big fan” you answer with a small smile as you look back at the memory, you turn to look at him, giving him a bashful smile as you confess “honestly i don't understand the game, i just cheer when he does” 

“I can teach you!” Luke eagerly says with a grin, his mind exploding with thoughts of you watching the game, a confused but cute look on your face as you tried to understand. But one thought stuck longer and made his heart beat faster, you at his game, cheering for him and wearing his jersey. He blushes and says a lot softer “If you want of course” 

“I’d like that, i mean it's the least i could do after bossing you around my kitchen for the past half hour” You gave him a teasing smile, you honestly looked forward to the idea of him teaching you about the sport he loves so much. Luke chuckles and shakes his head softly, fidgeting with the fabric of his pants as he replies “I enjoyed it, i wouldn't mind doing it again” 

“I'll keep that in mind” you hummed with a small nod, tearing your eyes away from him to look back at the oven, your mouth watering at the sight. The kitchen was filled with comfortable silence for a few moments. You smile and softly bump your shoulder into his arm, teasing him “Maybe next time we can make those grape muffins you were so excited to make” 

Luke scrunches his nose in distaste at the mention of grape muffins before he breaks out into a fit of laughter, you were quick to join him. Your eyes take in his side profile and how cute he looked when he laughed. You really liked the sound of it. He tilted his head back against the island, letting out a happy sigh as he caught his breath from laughing before tilting his head to lock eyes with you “I have a feeling you're never going to let me live that down” 

“Sorry Hughes but you're stuck with me” Your lips curved into a teasing smile, not aware of how heavy your words really meant to him. Luke’s eyes softened and quickly dropped down to your lips, his eyes tracing the pretty curve of your lips before locking eyes with you once again, giving you a charming smile “No complaints here” 

Your breath hitched at the unwavering eye contact, the strong gazes made you feel like you were in a spell, like you wanted to lean into his touch. A feeling you have never felt before. Neither of you wanted to look away, and neither of you knew what to say next. You couldn't help but feel extremely flustered under his eyes and the words he oh so sweetly said to you. Did he know how he made you feel? Was it obvious? Your thoughts were running in your mind like wildfire, only being saved from them by the obnoxious ding! from the oven. 

The bread was ready. 

𝓻oro’s note. YAY A PART 2 ☺️ so I made this as a reader insert but this and part one are technically the first two fics in my lukey au, the ‘reader’ is my oc iris!! I tried to make the two fics as reader friendly as I can . . . besides the fact that i mentioned it once that she’s French! I hope you enjoy it, the au m.list along with iris’s profile should be posted soon so keep a look out 🤍

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Hi love i wanted to request a drabble/blurb with tom hiddleston where he is getting ready with his pregnant wife for an event and she says something like i look like a whale or huge.....

Some reassurance, comfort and implied smut!!!!!!!

Nothing Less Than A Goddess

Tom Hiddleston x pregnant!Reader

Warnings: pregnancy stuff, insecurities, fluff, tiny bit suggestive smut

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Thank you for that sweet request, nonny! I hope you like what I came up with! 🤗

P.S. This gif is how I imagined him to look in that oneshot. 👀

You stood in the bedroom in your underwear, after just having stepped out of the shower. "Love, are you ready soon? Luke will be here in about twenty minutes." You heard your husband call out for you, from which you presumed to be the kitchen or living room.

"Umm, yeah, I, uh, need to get dressed and perhaps put on a little make-up, but beside that..." An answer came immediately. "Shall I help you, darling? Or do you get along alone?"

You wanted to think about Tom's offer for a moment, but your mouth was faster than your brain. "Yes, please!"

"Alright! Just let me take off my suit jacket and shoes again!"

Now you kind of had a guilty conscience.

"Babe, you don't have to get halfway undressed just to help-" But it was, of course, already too late. Tom appeared no minute later in the bedroom, just in a navy blue shirt and tie, matching navy blue suit trousers and - black socks. "Yes, I have to, darling. No excuses. It's my obligation to help you," Tom stated, while making his way over to you and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek; palms came to rest on your six-month baby bump. "After all, I'm this little bean's dad," he announced; wearing one of his dazzling smiles.

Well, that was true. He had a point.

You couldn't help but smile and placed your forearms on his shoulders; fingers buried in his long blond-brown locks. "Okay," you said; nodding. "Thank you." Tom smiled even wider and turned his head to press a soft kiss against the bare skin of your arm; his scruff slightly tickling and scratching you.

"Now, let me help you." You nodded and turned to pick up your matching white dress from the bed. Tom being the gentleman and caring husband he was, helped you even to step inside; making sure that you didn't lose your balance. Then he zipped the zipper of the dress up; warm fingertips brushing your skin. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Once you were fully dressed, you took a look at yourself in the full-length mirror. The dress was new. You had never worn it before. How could you, with the steadily growing baby within your womb? Impossible. That dress would fit you probably not even a month...

"And?" Tom stepped behind you; hands on your hips and pulling you against your chest. "What do you think?"

You bit your lip; giving yourself a once-over. You gently turned from side to side in his embrace; getting a look from each angle. "I-I, uh, I honestly don't know, Tommy... I mean, I like the dress. It's beautiful, but..." "But?"

You sighed; knowing that lying to your husband wouldn't work. "I... I feel like I look like a whale. I-I mean, I am huge..." You swallowed hard; feeling very insecure all of a sudden.

Behind you, Tom blinked in disbelief. "Apologies... What did you just say, darling?" "That, uh, that I look like a... whale..." Your voice was barely above a whisper. The words hadn't even left your lips entirely, when the Brit started to shake his head. "Oh, no, no, Mrs. Hiddleston. I see what you're doing - and it's not good. I won't let you walk down that dark path."

Tom turned you gently in his embrace; pointer finger and thumb cupping your chin. "Look at me, darling." You complied; your eyes meeting his stunning ones. "You are neither huge nor do you look like a whale. Do I need to remind you that you are pregnant and that it's more than normal for your body to change?" "Y-Yes, but-"

"Ah.Ah," Tom interrupted you immediately. "Apologies, darling, but no. No buts. If you are anything, then beyond beautiful. Stunning. The prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. Nothing less than a goddess." You gasped; feeling your heart skip a few beats. "A-A goddess?"

Tom nodded. "A goddess, yes. Your skin is glowing. You look more radiant than ever. Your curves are..." He took a short break; licking his lips and swallowing hard. "...absolutely delicious. Drop-dead sexy. To me, Y/N, you are even more attractive than you've already been. I can't take my eyes off you. Especially not since your pregnancy really started to show."

You were kind of overwhelmed by his words; not having expected this. "Y-You really think that?" You asked; still a bit uncertain.

Tom smiled; his other hand giving your hip a soft squeeze. "Darling, would I ever lie to you?"

Your eyes widened. "N-No! Of course not!" He kissed your forehead. "See?"

You blushed.

"Now do you believe me, or do I have to show you how much I desire your body, once we get back home tonight?"

You wetted your lips; suddenly feeling bold. Tom's words had finally gotten through. Especially the last ones.

"Hmm, perhaps, you should yes," you answered; hand playing with his tie. Tom chuckled darkly; his hand on your hip sliding down to give your ass a small, playful slap. "Gladly."

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[sunflowersbones]

Golden Eyes, Golden Lies

Warnings: This fic will contain NON-CON, DUB-CON, Blackmail, Manipulation, Violence, Drug usage, Pyrokinesis, SPOILERS from ep: 1. My warnings are not exhaustive, proceed at your own risk.

[Best friend! GOLDEN BOY/LUKE RIORDAN x reader]

18+ only. This is a dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: A new year, a new semester— now that the freshmen are here at Godolkin, you assumed; you would have more fun. A little more authority and bossing around. Little did you know, that your new year was going to be much worse than any freshmen’s.

NOTE: So this was supposed to be my first fic, but i couldn't find it to save my life and now it conveniently pops up. Anyway hello to my first oneshot on tumblr?. Tell me what you think of it, Reblogs are really appreciated, this is tumblr after all. I hope you enjoy!.

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You feel the golden sunrays hit your face as somebody opens your curtains. Slowly awoken from your slumber, your eyes refuse to open, clinging on to a little more sleep. You hear a chuckle around you as you feel a warm hand wrap around your ankle, dragging you down. A little more warmth than anybody else’s—a warmth you’re fondly familiar with.

“Uhh… Luke, five more minutes, please; I barely got any sleep last night.” you hear him chuckle again.

“Yeah, none of that sunshine, you don’t want to miss class; do you?, cuz if you don’t wake up right now, You will.”

You force yourself to rip your eyes open, and now finally awake, you stare at him in all his glory, all prim and tidied up, with no hint of exhaustion on his face; unlike you.

“And whose fault is it, that I’m so tired today?” you quip.

“Oh wow! It’s not our fault at all that you can’t handle a decent party night; I mean, you didn’t even drink that much.”

You hear Cate say, only now noticing her presence as she sits at the edge of your bed with a brown bag in her hand.

“What do you mean it’s not your fault? You forced me to come!.”

“Umm… I did not force you to do anything; I simply told you that I could, if I wanted to; you came of your own free will.”

“It’s the same thing.”

“No, it’s not.” 

“Uh, ok, fine; will you two get out now? I need to change.”

“Just change in front of us,” she says with a coy smile on her lips.

This time, Luke lets out a good laugh as he walks over to you, with a pair of your clothes bunched up in his hands.

“Don’t tease her too much, Cate; you know how she loses it when she’s flustered, right? Nearly hit me with a vase once.”

“Uh! That was when we were six, and you weren’t even that hurt.”

You say as you snatch your clothes, from his extended arm.

“Well, my feelings were hurt, sunshine.”

“Also, not all of us are shameless enough to walk around naked in front of other people, like Luke does,” you say, looking at her. 

“Hey! I don’t have a choice; I think I’d really enjoy it if I didn’t have to get naked in front of random strangers.” He says as she stifles a laugh.

“Now be a good girl and get dressed; I don’t want you panicking about attendance again. Cate’s brought you breakfast, and you can have half of my pineapple pie.”

Cate hands over the brown bag to you with a big smile on her face. “It's your favorite cheese sandwich.”

“For the last time, get out,” you say, smiling through your teeth.

Cate puts her hands around Luke’s neck as she says, “You know, you’re really better at getting her to do stuff than I am; maybe persuasion is your secret superpower.”

“Oh, really.” He smiles, as they kiss and walk away.

“Also, get a room.” You shout at them; you hear a muffled “We’ll just take yours,” by Cate as the door closes.

You sip your second coffee of the day as you walk over to the bench where Cate resides. Two more classes and you’re done for the day. Finally, you can just go back to bed.

“So what are your plans for today?” She asks as you approach her.

“Let me guess, nothing? God, sometimes I think you only get out and meet people if you have Luke by your side.”

“That is not true. I simply think that one should have a balance between partying and not partying.”

“Well, today's not the day. We’re going out, you're coming, and I’m dressing you up.”

“Uhhh, do I have to?.”

“Yes! Okay, yesterday's party was boring; this one is going to be good; I just know it.”

“Fine.” You promise, and join her and walk towards class.

You’re all dolled up and ready. The dress Cate selected for you from her wardrobe wasn’t much different from the one you had initially worn, but she insisted, and you couldn’t turn her down.

You walk outside to the parking lot to find Andre, Jordan, and Luke already there.

“Ooh, you look handsome.” you chime as you walk up to him.

“Blue’s such a good colour on you.” you even out a little crinkle, that was on the fabric.

“Hey, where’s my compliment? It took me a hefty amount of time to select this, you know.”

You raise an eyebrow as you smirk at him. “And still, you chose that, Andre?”

“You know; he’s your pet; you only ever care about him.” He complains, embittered.

Luke chuckles as he shakes his head. He runs his hands over your shoulder as he twiddles with your dress.

“This new?” he asks nonchalantly.

“It’s Cate’s.”

“Ah! Explains the glitter.” He tuts back.

“C'mon, Cate; say something.” Andre complains.

Cate, who has been engrossed on her phone the entirety of this time, now looks up as she calmly says, “It’s true; blue’s his colour. Too bad he’s named Golden Boy, or we could have named him Blue Boy or Ocean Boy or something…”, she says as you giggle.

“No, Cate; compliment me!. God, I can’t get a break.” With a wide smile on her face; she laughs back and says, “You look great, Andre.”

“Thank you,” he quips, arms crossed.

Suddenly, his attention turns to somebody else. “Hey! you’re here.”

You turn around to watch Andre welcome somebody, a girl; you haven’t seen her before; she’s adorned herself with a very pretty silver dress.

“Who is the girl?” You whisper to Cate.

“Idk; somebody Andre knows; she’s a freshmen.”

“A freshmen?”

“Well, you know Andre, if he thinks she’s cool, she must be cool.”

“Nice dress, though, right?”

“Yeah! Glitter; we need to get you one of those.”

“Absolutely not!.”

“Absolutely yes!.” She says; jokingly, with every intention to drag you shopping with her, as you two get seated in the car.

You’re a little buzzed out by the Molly Andre gave you. You look around to find Cate and Marie dancing, but you’re all alone on the couch. You wonder where all of the others went?.

Your head seems to be pounding uncontrollably. You decide that going out into the fresh air would calm you down a bit, but entering back might be a problem; you only got in because of Cate. Fuck it, you think to yourself; nothing about this party is all that great anyway; you’ll just loiter around outside.

All of a sudden, the voices around you become louder—a cluster of chaos—and suddenly, a hand holds on to your arm.

“We need to get the fuck out of here.” Luke says as he drags you along, you fumble; tripping over your feet.

His hand on your arm and the other now on your hip are the only reasons you haven’t fallen down yet.

Your head hurts, and you’re still a little confused. “What’s wrong, what happ— You hold your breath as you watch Jordan pull Andre along; the latter's face and hands are covered with blood; he seems to be in shock.

“What happened?”

“Some asshole bumped into Andre,”—he lets out a deep sigh.

“A girl's hurt; she’s bleeding out.”

“Well, then do something; call an ambulance.”

“No, it’s not gonna be here on time.” You hear Cate say as she moves past you, Luke’s hold on you tightens.

“We need to leave Y/N right now, or we’ll be in big trouble.”

You nod away as he drags you into the car.

You wake up with an unbearable headache as you suddenly remember everything that happened last night. God, it was so bad; you just want to go back to bed and sleep away the entire day. But when did school ever allow you that luxury? You also need to check up on Andre and the others. So you make your way into the shower to savour few more minutes of solitude.

Your mind seems a little scrambled as you walk; your eyes focused on the road. All of a sudden, you hear a loud crash. You look over to see a garbage can fallen with trash littered everywhere. With a little closer inspection, you see a stray of blood all around. As you approach, you hear uncontrollable sobbing. You turn around the corner to see a girl crouched as she holds onto her arm.

“Marie?” Marie looks up at you, a little shocked, before she starts crying again.

You walk over to her, alarmed, as you sit down next to her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything.”

The blood still seeping through her cut makes you wince, you place a hand on her shoulder to soothe her. “If this is about yesterday, you saved her. The girl is fine, I called a few people to check up. She’s absolutely fine, you’re a fucking hero.”

She looks at you with a bitter look on her face.

“And you know what prize I’m receiving for it? I’m being fucking expelled; what do I do? I can't go back.” She whispers more to herself than to you.

“What? No. That makes no sense; you saved her. That’s what supes do; if anything, you're going to be transferred into the crime-fighting department for good.”

“Well, I’m not; I’m being expelled. Brink said it to me, to my face, you know why?; to protect you and your friends.”

You look at her as she trembles; a new wave of tears wash through her.

“Look, that’s not going to happen, brink probably panicked; he’s like that about Luke, and you can’t deny the damage that would happen if people found out about what happened.”

“So I have to be your scapegoat.”

“No, you won’t; Luke would never let that happen; he would never let somebody’s life get ruined because of him.

“I highly doubt this is from the board, the board probably doesn’t even know; it was probably brink’s decision to nip it in the bud. People don’t understand that; even supes can’t save everybody, and they get angry when something bad happens because they think we did it on purpose. Luke has a good chance of getting into the seven, but if his reputation is ruined, that’s gone. Brinks worried; he’s just like us; he’s scared.”

“But Godolkin’s not like that; I know everything seems like a façade, with its polished words, corporate environment, and god, the never-ending fucking advertisements.”

Marie chuckles as you let out a laugh.

“They care about their supes, especially the ones who are capable for crime-fighting. You are the ones who protect the world now; they won’t just expell you for trivial reasons.”

“I mean, look at it this way, if they’re going to keep somebody like me around; who barely has any strength or control,” you slowly lift the trash can and move it back to its place as you swivel your fingers. The trash fallen out easier to lift; you put it back into the can. “You think they're going to let go of somebody like you? You're going to be fine, I promise.”

She lets out a deep sigh as she wipes her tears away.

“Telekinesis, huh? It’s cool,” she whispers. “Why aren’t you in crime fighting?”

“Well, they have Andre to do that, and I’m nowhere as powerful. And, uh, I used to have a few issues with control—actually, sometimes I still do. So, I think I’ll just stick to moving boxes for the theatre club. That’s probably the best idea.” You whisper, your mind reverting back to bad memories, and you snap back. You really don’t want to burden her with it.

“But hey, like I said, you will be fine,” you promise her as you squeeze her shoulders once more for assurance.

You drop Marie off at her dorm, encouraging her to rest for some time. On your way, you see Jordan walking past you with an alarmed look on their face. They don’t even bother to respond to your, “hey”; and you wonder just how difficult the whole assistant job really is.

You really don’t have any energy to attend classes today; your attendance is pretty good anyway, bunking classes a day won’t be a problem. You have to talk to Luke about Marie anyway, so you change your route and go to his place. You walk into Luke’s room only to find all the curtains closed; the room is entirely too dark for Luke’s liking. You wonder if he still has classes, then you notice him sitting on his bed, something you didn’t even notice on arrival.

As you walk towards him, you notice that look on his face; he’s been getting it a lot these days. A bad dream, and his mind just goes blank for a while. You’re too scared to ask him what they’re about, and he never gives you a straight answer.

You walk up in front of him; he looks up at you, and it’s almost feels as if he’s staring right through you. You don’t even know if he’s actually acknowledged your presence or not.

You slowly bring a hand to cradle his face. You thought that he’d snap or be surprised, but he doesn’t; he just leans into your hand, with a pained look on his face.

“I’m really tired; my head is killing me, I think... Maybe I should take a nap.”

“Yeah, sure, you want me to leave?”

“No. No, stay; just sleep next to me, please,” he says as he pulls you down to lay next to him. He hugs you a little too tight as you make yourself comfortable.

“It feels like the sleepovers we used to have when we were kids; too bad Sam isn’t here,” he whispers as he leans into you. Your heart breaks at the thought of it. Maybe all you need is a little rest, and maybe everything will be fine.

Everything was not fine at all. You wake up to absolute and utter chaos. Cate seems to be rambling things into her phone, and you can hear the shouting madness outside the room, even through the closed doors.

You sit upright on the bed, rubbing your eyes. The brightness in the room, not helping the situation. You stare at Cate; annoyed, as she stares back at you, her face blanched.

“Do you know?”

“Know what?”

“Oh god! You don’t know, do you, Y/N?”

“What?”

“Brink is dead,” she whispers, but you hear her all the same.

“What!?” you shout back. “How, I—

“I don’t know; Luke and Andre have gone to check on it; I think Jordan’s there too; idk, I hear they’re not letting anybody in either, so idk what’s the point of them going there?”

Everything she says seems to be flying through you; she seems to be saying everything and nothing, all at once.

“No, no; what happened to him? How did he die?”

“We don’t know, some are saying he accidentally lit himself on fire; others say he just left; now there’s this rumour that he hanged himself, which makes no sense because they also say that they haven’t found a body.”

She gets another phone call, and the story is being repeated all over again as you just sit there confused, absolutely and utterly confused.

The days after seemed worse; the authorities barely provided any information, and the dean made it clear that the only thing she wanted her students to focus on was their academics.

The whole thing became just another whisper—a little too quickly for your liking, but what bothered you the most was Luke. He’s been going about life as if nothing had happened, which would be normal for any other student, but he’s not any other student. He’d been so close to brinks; him acting like this doesn’t make any sense. Losing Sam had been so difficult on him, but at least he expressed his pain, anger, and sadness. But this was a whole other level of repression. You were concerned for his well-being; you wish he’d just talk to you, but every time you bring it up, he changes the topic. You’re terrified that suppressing all of these emotions is going to severely damage his mental health.

That’s how you ended up here, in your predicament, barely stable and unable to walk. You didn’t have it in you to deny or stop Luke from using or forcing Andre’s new drugs onto you.

You don’t even know where he’s getting these from, but this one was definitely a little too strong for you. The only reason you haven’t fallen off is because of Luke’s hold on you, but he’s barely coherent himself. You get to your room, and he immediately jumps on the bed as you lie down next to him.

Luke lets out a laugh in his intoxicated state. You turn over and look at him.

“What’s so funny?” You slur away.

“Nothing,” he says as he looks at you. “I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid. It’d been so clear; the woods made it so clear; I still didn’t get it.” A timber of anger was in his voice.

“But I’m glad it wasn’t too late; better now than never, right?” He says, more to himself than to you.

“I seriously don’t understand anything that—

Before you finish your sentence, his lips come crashing on to you; you’re so surprised by it that your body goes off kilter.

His lips latch on to yours with even more ferocity, your weak attempt to push him away is countered by his hands roaming all over your body. His warmth suffocating you as you try to make sense of everything.

“Luke stop..., I… what? What are you—

“Shh.. don’t worry ok; I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I won’t let anybody hurt you.”

There’s a faraway look in his eyes that terrifies you. One of his hands press on to your stomach, “I’ll protect you, I’ll take care of you, let me take care of you,” he whispers; his hand travels down as he cups your core.

“Ah! Luke; no st— you latch on to his wrist with your hand as his lips find yours again; his hand evades yours without any hesitation.

He unzips your pants as he makes his way in. He bites on to your lip painfully so, and as he revels in your pain, you feel a finger press onto you as it makes its way inside. Too overwhelmed and intoxicated, you feel another one of his fingers slip into you as you push onto his chest. Your eyes flutter to keep you conscious, your body too weak and your mind too scrambled, you let your mind and body fall into the depth of unconsciousness.

You slowly awaken as you feel your head being split apart with pain. Your room still dark due to the curtains; You turn around only to feel a chill pass through your body as you see your clothes littered around. Memories of last night come back to you; A part of you is glad that Luke is not around, yet you wish you could talk to him. You wonder if he realises his own mistake, after all you were both drunk and high last night.

You didn’t blame him entirely, yet your heart ached at the idea of having to face him… or Cate. Your guilt ate you alive, even when you weren’t sure if any of it was your fault.

So you steadily avoided all your friends, you hoped nobody would notice, and even if they did, you could always just blame it on the approaching exams.

Your luck only lasted for a week, as you found Cate at your doorstep.

“I barely see you anymore,” she says, the sadness in her voice undeniable.

“It’s just that... There’s exams, assignments, and so much to finish.”

“Is that so?” she says, chewing on her lip. “I’ll help you with it.”

You’ve been studying for the past 40 minutes, and yet nothing seems to enter your brain; you're not even concentrating on what she’s saying. As you re-read the same page for the 4th time, you hear her say.

“Luke and I broke up, you know?”

“what!?”

“Isn’t that why you won’t talk to me, won’t come see me? because you think I’m mad at you.”

You feel your throat constrict, unable to say anything in your defence, although you couldn’t even decide on what to say.

“Oh, dear Y/N,” she says as she holds your hand.

“It’s not; it’s... It’s actually something I’ve always expected, you know, and things have been quite difficult lately. It’s just not the same as it used to be between us, and you’ve always cared for him, and he’s always protected you.”

“I didn’t even believe it when I first found out you were just friends; I’d always thought that one of you would snap out of it. But when Luke asked me out, it was too good to pass.”

“I don’t care,” she says as her eyes tear up.

“I found you and all of our other friends, and that’s all thanks to Luke.”

“I still care for him and you very dearly, ok? I want you to know that I’d never be mad, or fault you for realising the feelings you’ve always had.”

As she spoke to you, all you could do was stare at her; confused and unable to explain anything.

The initial confusion and dread after Cate’s confession soon turned into anger, and after her departure, you found yourself barging into Luke’s room. If he was surprised to see you, he didn’t show it.

“What did you tell Cate?”

“Is that what this is about, Cate? Is that why you’ve been avoiding me all these days?” He says as he comes near you in an attempt to hold you; however, you move to the side; uncomfortable with the whole situation. His face hardens at that, yet his voice remains calm. If you had known better, you’d think he was angry, but this is Luke, your Luke. He never gets angry, not at you.

“Luke I think there’s a confusion; you were high, I was high, I didn’t.. ”

“Cate is fine. Y/N, you’re just worried. Your pushing your feelings aside because you're scared, scared of ruining our friendship, scared that you’ll lose control; you're sacred that you’ll ruin everything like you always do, but you won't. I promise you; I’ll be there for you. I love you, and I always will.”

His words prick you, and you feel your anger bubbling up.

“No, no, no. I’m not… I don’t. Don’t you see I didn’t want to, that night? But you wouldn’t listen; I don’t want you; I don’t want this, whatever you’ve imagined it to be.” The frustration is now evident in your tone.

You’re both quite for a while as he stares at you; the air around you is tense.

“Are you saying that I raped you.” his voice unremorseful of his actions, you feel your breath hitch; you didn’t even what to think of it, let alone say it out aloud.

“I…”

“Really, cuz who do you think is going to believe that?”

His voice had turned cold in a way that was almost unrecognisable to you.

“Cate, Jordan, Andre, I mean, the entire fucking school knows how you are. How you look at me, how you follow me around like a little lost puppy, how you practically cannot exist without me; how completely in love with me you are,” he spits venom as he walks towards you.

“It’s because you’re my best friend.” You cry out, your eyes blurry with tears.

“Exactly, and best friends don’t go around spreading lies about their best friends.”

He takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh as he places his hands on his hips.

“I really don’t want to do this, Y/N, but you leave me with no choice.”

You see his eyes shine burning gold as he approaches you, the heat around you increasing. You move back and dash against the wall. In your panic, you move your fingers to throw a book at him from the shelf nearby. It hits him on the head; he stops for a second, yet it does nothing to deter him; if anything, he’s more angry.

You feel heat sear through you and for a spilt second you believe he might actually kill you. His hands finds yours; the fire in his eyes gone along with your charred ashen clothes.

You feel your whole body tremble, this cannot be happening again. Your inability to stop him makes you feel weak and useless.

You feel his arms wrap around your hips as he pulls you closer, your entire body pressed against his. You feel his heat seep into you, he presses his face into the crook of your neck as he breaths you in, you can feel his heart beat next to yours, but unlike your fast paced frenzy his seems calm.

He pushes you on to the floor and you feel his pelvis dig into you, one of his hands finds your jaw as he kisses you.

“I love you a lot Y/N, I care for you. I’m here to protect you, I won’t lose you, I can’t lose you. You have no idea how dangerous godolkin is, everyone here lies. They don’t care about me, you or any of us.”

He moves his head to look at you, he slowly leans in and snugs himself inside you. One of his hands moves to grope your breast as he slowly thrusts into you, you try to push him off but his other hand moves to hold your hands above you.

The pacing of his thrusts increase and you feel his hot breath on your face, your eye lashes flutter as you feel the tears stain your cheek. His hands moves to your hip and holds on to it so tightly you're sure it’ll bruise.

You feel a knot form inside you, your entire body seething in pain and pleasure. You feel the rush hit high as you come, clenching on to him as both of your moans get mingled.

His hands move towards yours as his fingers intertwine with yours, “You’re mine; mine to love, mine to protect and mine to punish, everybody knows it; but I don’t mind having to prove it, and I think I’ll just have to start with you.”

*

[alongtherubyford]

avy jorrāelan.

hey hey!! this is a oneshot i wrote last night about my babies ehehehe also the title is “i love you” in high valyrian!! (@sixofyeet just in case)

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Baela has been betrothed to Jacaerys Velaryon for as long as she can remember. She can’t remember a time when there wasn’t something telling her, “That’s unproper of a lady. Prince Jacaerys won’t like that.”

But she is her father’s daughter.

She stands at a cliff on Dragonstone, aiming her crossbow at the wood foundation Jace appears from behind the rocks. 

“You missed supper,” he calls as he walks towards her. 

“I wasn’t hungry.”

“I don’t think anyone was, really. Too many empty seats.”

She fires her crossbow, watching the arrow land solidly in the wood. She hears the clatter of his sword against his leg as she reloads. The Prince won’t like women who fight.

“Do you know where he went?” Baela asks. 

She’d watched her father leave without so much as a word. Just as he always does. 

“Harrenhal, I would think.” Jace stands next to her, watching her aim.

She pretends she’s aiming at Father’s head. “Sometimes I think I hate him.” The arrow goes flying.

“It’s hard…with fathers,” her betrothed says, looking at her with kindness. 

She’s never been looked upon with only kindness by a man before, but she revels in it. She revels in him.

“What do you remember of my uncle?” she says, dropping her weapon to her side, turning her head to gaze at Jace.

A smile plays upon his lips. “He taught us to catch fish, and sing sea shanties. He had a weakness for cake.”

Baela licks her lips. “And Ser Harwin Strong?”

“He was gentle, and fierce. They called him ‘Breakbones.’” 

She lays the crossbow on the grass and walks to the very edge of the cliff and carefully sits herself down. She flicks her legs back and forth as she looks over her shoulder to see Jace approaching. He sits next to her, their legs pressed together. 

They’ve never been so close before, not truly. She was on Driftmark for too many years and now that she’s here, he’s needed everywhere around Dragonstone. 

“He loved us, I think,” he continues.

Her brow twists. How could anyone not love them? Love him? “Of course he did.”

Jace sighs. He allows his back to slouch as he stares out into the sea. “I miss Luke.”

Baela stares at his profile, studying the curve of his nose and lips and how his hair curls over the tops of his ears. And she imagines him younger. 

She will never miss Lucerys Velaryon as much as anyone else on this island, but she misses him nonetheless. They had wonderful times together as children and he made Rhaena happy.

She places her head on Jace’s shoulder. “I miss him too.”

“I want Aemond Targaryen dead,” he says.

“I know,” she says too.

She lifts her head and grabs his face to look at her. His brown eyes mourn his brother and she can see herself reflected in them. “You will have your revenge. Aemond will die.”

“How can you be so sure?” Jacaerys whispers.

Baela smirks. “Because I am a woman.”

Jace huffs out a laugh. “Only you.”

“What?” she demands, playfulness making her eyes bright. “It is true! A woman knows these things!”

Jace laughs harder, a fist coming to block his mouth as wheezes leave him. 

Without a thought, she reaches out to hold his hand and bring it down from his smile. “Don’t hide it,” she says softly. “Laughter is hard to come by these days. I want to welcome it.”

Jace looks at her, something soft brewing on his face. She wants to kiss him.

Sure, she’s kissed servant boys at her time on Driftmark, but never did they make her want. Not the way he does.

It grips her soul and makes her heart pound. Baela can’t help the way her eyes drop to his lips before she catches his eyes again. She knows he saw it.

She pulls away, clearing her throat. She removes her hand from his, placing it in her lap. She changes the topic. “What shall your mother do while Father is away?”

“Lead,” he says simply.

“The council? Of power-hungry lords who wish to exact revenge on other houses with the excuse of our dragons?” Baela scoffs. “Very wise indeed.”

“Are you questioning Her Grace the Queen?” Jacaerys teases.

“Never. But I am questioning those she surrounds herself with.”

The conversation dies there. Together, they sit in silence, listening to the waves crash against the beach.

“Baela,” Jace says after a long while. “While I was North, I-“

Please don’t say you found someone. Please.

“I’ve come to realize that perhaps I haven’t been good to you,” he confesses. 

She jerks her head to look at him. What is he talking about? “What?”

“I watched Lord Stark and his wife. They are quite in love,” he says. “And I fear…”

“Jacaerys, if you are worried that I want another, I do not,” Baela says. “I am betrothed to you.”

“Yes, but I have not been here. How could I ask you to wait for me when we are married when this is how we live now?”

“Because it is now.” She reaches to touch his face, turning it gently. “When the war is over, we will be together.”

He stares at her and this time, she can’t read him. She’s never not been able to see his expressions and not know what they meant.

But she sees the way his eyes are trailing over her face before landing on her lips. They don’t return to her eyes.

Baela tilts her head up the slightest bit. He leans closer to her, their lips a breath apart. The want coils in her gut. She wants to push him onto his back and take him right there on the cliff, make him hers in every way she can and demand they marry within the fortnight. But this is not what a lady does. A lady does not take.

But a lady does give.

She closes the gap between them with a brush of her lips against his and whatever had stopped him before is gone.

His hands bury themselves in her hair as he presses his lips against hers with fervor, spreading them apart to lick into her mouth. A noise leaves her and his hand trails from her face to her waist. He grips her there, holding her steady. 

She places a hand on Jace’s chest, leaning into him. They kiss harder, air becoming rare in their lungs. 

She wants to give him everything she is. All that she will be.

He pulls away from her, his breathing hard. She opens her eyes and finds that his lips are red with the slightest swell. 

“I wish to marry you,” he says gruffly.

“And I you.”

He kisses her again, softer. Something like a promise. 

“Avy jorrāelan,” Jacaerys whispers.

She drops her head to his chest and feels his arms wrap around her.

Here, on this cliff, they are alone and content. 

Avy jorrāelan.

[sweetvelaryon]

[jaceluke]

[modern!au]

[smut, murder]

[words : 10637]

[song inspired — CARNIVAL BY ¥$, Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Rich the Kid, Playboi Carti —  Carousel by Melanie Martinez]

[ full oneshot available: Wattpad: @sxarletdevil

book name: LUCERYS VELARYON

ONESHOT NAME: twin flames ]

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Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffery all walked through the carnival, cold air nipping at their pink cheeks. it was a rare occasion to see the Velaryon brothers out and about. Jace had just returned from a long trip in Pentos, while Lucerys ran the long awaited Targaryen and Velaryon business. his mother being CEO of Targaryen Corp and his father Laenor being CEO to Driftmark Enterprises had him busy. Now that Jacaerys was back the work load would be less. Joffery was only seven but pressure was already starting to build in the young boy. it was still undecided if Joffery would take Luke's place as future CEO of Velaryon Enterprises or if he would be moved to Strong Industries. there was no doubt between the brothers each would be a CEO for the rest of their lives.

their parents were on a business trip which it really wasn't. it was more of a visiting trip to their senile grandfather, Viserys. their mother, her wife and three husbands would be gone for the rest of the upcoming week. they took their many siblings trusting Jace and Luke can handle the little work things and care for Joffery. it wasn't the time they had been left alone with their younger brother but it would be the first with the three of them together. Jace kept stealing glances at his lovely brother beside him. the moonlight gave an ethereal shine to his soft, pale skin.

"wanna ride the carousel?" Luke asked joffery as they walked past the ride.

"no! I'm not a child luce." he quickly spoke as he went in line for a rollercoaster.

"aww, but I remember you loving the carousel," Jace teased as they got in line.

"yeah, when I was like four or three," Joffery replied.

"apologies my dear CEO," Luke gave a bow to the young boy hearing Jace laugh beside him. "tell me how you would like you coffee, black or with three creams and sugar?"

joffery rolled his eyes, "ha ha, you know I like my apple juice in the mornings."

the brothers rode rollercoasters, played games winning stuff animals, and eating deep fried Oreos. as they were leaving joffery stopped behind them. Jace and Luke turned to the small boy, confused.

joffery clutched his dragon stuff animal - that he named Tyraxes - his doe eyes looked shinny in the moonlight, "can we ride the carousel?"

Lucerys smiled softly at him before looking to Jacaerys, "of course." the carnival was pretty empty so no one was staring at the odd trio as Jace helped Joffery up on the horse and Luke still a child at heart got on the one beside him. Jace stood in the middle between them, leaning against Luke as the carousel went round and round. it got unspeakably hot between the elder brothers as the both kept stealing glances at one another.

Jace hoped Joffery wouldn't notice. the last thing he needed on his already full plate was his brother blabbing away about how his brothers look at each other with something more than kindness and fondness. on the way back home Luke sat in the front seat, Joffery was sound asleep in the back. soft music played through the speakers of the BMW. Lucerys looked over to Jace seeing he was solely focused on the road. his eyes carefully trailed down his clothing, expensive black trench coat he only wears if it's necessary, the white button up shirt underneath is no doubt Prada. his long curly, brown hair was pulled back in a man bun. his eyes go to his hand on the steering wheel, veiny and strong. the urge to reach and touch his other hand was too alluring. to feel the warmth of his blood and flesh against his soft putty hands. his felt his cheeks warm at the thoughts that fuled his fantasies. he quickly looked away before he noticed. no doubt he probably had already noticed.

when they finally arrived to the lovely mansion, Dragonstone. Lucerys unlocking the front door and picking up the toys that littered the front door. "ugh, egg and vis," he complained.

jacaerys just chuckled as he fixed his hold on his surprisingly heavy brother. "glass of wine?" Luke asked him softly as he was making his way up the stairs.

"wine sounds good," Jace answered.

Lucerys shrugged off his blue coat and hung it up on the hanger before heading into the living room. he continued kicking and pushing toys to the large toy box before turning on the furnace and settling wood in it. the warm fire illuminated the massive living room and heated up the cold house. Luke went to the wine room next door picking his favorite of Westrosi red wine. which conveniently was his mother's and grandmother's favorite. he grabbed two glasses and went back to the living room. Jacaerys had descended downstairs and was hanging his trench coat up.

yep, Prada.

Lucerys placed the glasses on the glass table and popped open the wine. Jace watched him carefully as he poured the red liquid into the cups. the bright red blouse he wore was perfectly shaped to his figure and gave a perfect sight of his breast underneath. the tight, black business pants gave business while the top half gave slutty. the gold eating gave a touch of elegancy and thr ring on his pinky with the Velaryon sigil. he had one exactly like his but his ring was a bit bigger and had the Targaryen sigil. the three dragons that once represented the family Targaryen power. at least that's the stories his mother would tell him. Luke handed him the glass of wine, he reached out and grabbed it letting his fingers touch his brothers. he noticed his brother staring at him before and he now noticed his cheeks flush bright red. Lucerys gave him a smile before sitting down with his own glass of wine. jacaerys watched him take off his Red Bottom heels and toss them to the side.

"those are expensive," Jace commented at his carelessness.

"I can always buy more," he replied bringing the red wine to his lips. the pair stayed quiet as they basked in the warmth of the roaring fire and heat of the red wine melting it's way in their veins.

Lucerys was the first to speak up, "did mother already tell you?"

"tell me what?" Jacaerys looked at him confused.

he scoffed as he sipped his wine, "of course she didn't. a marriage purposely has been made to Hightower Enterprises. more like they made it to us but, our lovely uncle Aemond Targaryen might be my new husband."

Jace tried to hide the complete disappointment and hatred written on his face but it was all there. it was bad enough Aemond was obsessed with Luke after their incident. "how soon?" he asked.

how much time do I have to save you from this shit wedding? don't tell me there's no time. I shouldn't had went on that stupid business trip. fuck. no I refuse to be second to him again.

"a week." Luke answered.

a fucking week. was our lovely mother ever going to tell me?

"how long have you known?" jacaerys asked as he leaned forward to his brother.

"three months," he answered, a pained expression painted in his blue eyes.

I have a week to ruin and save you. I know you don't want to get married. at least not to that psychopath.

"I have something for you," Jace put his glass down and stood up. Luke felt a tinge of disappointment from not getting a declaration of love or a future rescue from his brother. he didn't expect his brother to just ignore it. he drowned the rest of the red wine and poured another glass. Jacaerys finally came back and held his hand to Luke. Lucerys stood up his fingers gently caressing the necklace in his brothers hand. the metal steel felt familiar as if it was from a distance land. his fingers go over the red ruby in the center held by a disk-like steel.

"it's beautiful, Jace," he gushed as he continued to touch the jewelry. his brother snatched it back pulling him out of the trance, "turn around."

god, why do you look so fuckable? Aemond can't have you. so much innocence. so much perfectness.

the fire warmed the living room more as Luke swallowed thickly and turned around. the demand of Jace's cold voice made his body hum in a pleasureable response. his body shuddered as he felt Jace press against him from behind and his breathing gently caressing the back of his neck. he slightly gasped as the cold chain was placed around his neck and clasped onto him. he felt Jace press his hand to the little skin the blouse allowed to be revealed. his hot skin burned with the touch and more so when he felt his brother's lips gently kiss the sensitive skin of his neck. Jace feeling the soft skin of his brother beneath his lips made him drunker then the red wine he hated but knew how much his brother loved. he felt luke lean back to his warmth and ever so softly whimper at the feeling.

"we have a busy week ahead of us. we should get some sleep," Jace spoke up utterly ruining the moment between them.

Lucerys tried to hide the disappointment in his voice as he grabbed his glass of wine, "of course."

Jace hated acting that way to him but it would work out in the end. he hoped.

MONDAY

jacaerys opened his eyes to a pitch black room. it was always like this and that's how he liked it. he didn't want to know if it was 8 a.m. or 3 p.m. the only reason he woke up is because of the music playing downstairs. even in the large mansion everything can be heard. he grabbed his phone and read the time.

7:30 a.m.

he frowned and got up from his bed slipping on his slippers and walking downstairs. he should've grabbed a shirt before leaving the room but he had already decended downstairs to the kitchen. he immediately recognized the song playing HUMBLE by Kendrick Lamar and the rappers Lucerys and Joffery. he leaned against the frame as joffery and Luke both still in pajamas made breakfast. joffery was in a spider man pajamas and Luke in a satin blue robe. he looked over at the table seeing Joffery's backpack and lunch packed.

"I'm sure their aren't other seven year olds listening to Kendrick Lamar at seven in the morning," jacaerys announced.

Lucerys turned to his brother and nearly stopped breathing. his cheeks flushed bright red as he turned away from the godly sight of his brother shirtless.

"joffery get dressed," Luke ushered him off.

the boy ran passed his brother and upstairs to dress. Luke flipped the French toast and poured a cup of coffee for Jace. Jace walked over to him and stood beside the stove.

"black. I assume," Lucerys smiled softly at him, handing the mug.

"you assume correctly," he replied.

Jacaerys watched Luke take the French toast and put more in the pan whilst flipping the sausage links. "what's on the agenda today?" he asked. his purple eyes went to necklace around his neck.

"I'm dropping joffery off at school and I have a meeting at Driftmark Enterprises with the Greyjoys. you have a meeting with the Martells," Luke told him.

Jace frowned, "Martells? I thought they hated us Targaryens."

"maybe they want a change or something. don't fuck it up, per moms request. I have to pick up our suits for Friday's gala. so you pick up Joffery up from soccer practice. what do you want for dinner?" he asked.

"gala Friday? that won't be for mentioning your wedding, will it?" jacaerys asked.

say no. say no. say no.

"it's not. that will be Saturday because the wedding will for short and sweet. like my life." he replied.

knew better / forever boy by Ariana grande started playing. Luke had turned off the stove and put the remaining dishes in the sink. jacaerys reached out, letting his hands slowly caress his hips and waist and turning him around. Luke's cheeks were flushed as he turned to face him. his nipples pebbled through the silk robe. "I have a week to ruin your wedding and I plan to make you mine. I'll win you over rightful so." he told him.

Luke softly giggled at him before Jace pushed his lips to him. Lucerys pulled away and jacaerys was confused. he thought Luke wanted this and clearly he read the room wrong. Lucerys noticed the confusion and laughed again, "I'll kiss you again after you brush your teeth."

Jace rolled his eyes pressed his head down onto lukes shoulder. "are you two done? I want my breakfast," Joffery announced.

"shit we're gonna be late. give Joffery some food I have to dress," Luke ran up the stairs to his room.

Jacaerys turned to grab a plate and fed his brother. "you think you can beat uncle Aemond for Luke's endless love?" joffery asked as Jace put a plate down in front of him and maple syrup.

"what makes you think I can't?" Jace asked him.

"I know Aemond is like not right in the head but Lucerys likes that. he likes the obsessiveness. I noticed it because he does it a lot when your around. he likes to be desired." joffery explained to his older brother.

Jacaerys narrowed his eyes at him, "stop reading fanfiction."

joffery laughed.

Lucerys ran down the stair putting on his YSL heels and grabbing his coat, "Joffery you done? we're late!"

joffery shoved the last bit of french toast and grabbed his stuff. "see you later Jace and don't forget to pick Joffery up after soccer practice!"

Luke and joffery were out the door leaving Jace to the music still playing in the kitchen. walk em like a dog by saucy Santana played. he laughed at himself before eating and getting dressed.

Luke's heels clicked on the marble floor as he entered the building High Tide and made his way to his office. hours passed and he wasn't even focused during the meeting. he played with his pen, the memory of Jace's lips on his echoing.

"Mr Velaryon?" Celine spoke to him.

he snapped out of his thoughts, "sorry I wasn't listening. repeat what you said Dalton."

"uh, well my company would like to settle in with you for investments into the Stepstones. we can very much use the channels there," he explained.

"no." he answered.

"no?" dalton repeated.

"did I studder?" Lucerys snapped at him.

"I don't understand. why not?" he asked.

"we found the Stepstones first and it was my grandfather, Corlys that wished it to stay Velaryon territory. so unfortunately for you and other companies I will not be opening to investing factors to those channels." Luke answered.

"you won't make money that way," dalton retorted.

"it's not always about making money, Mr. Greyjoy," Lucerys replied with a fakest of smiles he could conjure up.

his receptionist, Claire, knocked on his door and poked her head in, "apologies, Mr Velaryon you have a visitor."

Luke clenched his jaw as he closed his folder, "if any other questions call or send an email. don't waste my time next time."

he walked out the room and followed claire to his office. before he went in he held a finger up to her, perfectly manicured and with a gold ring wrapped around the digit, "interrupt another meeting and you're done. that's a second strike."

"it won't happen again sir," she gave a sharp nod before walking off. he opened his door finding his silver haired fiance in his chair with legs propped up on his desk.

"there's my lovely future wife," Aemond smiles at him.

"get your disgusting feet off my desk." he says as he walked past him and to the folders on the edge of the desk.

"oh, my love, is that a way to greet your husband," he says reaching for his hand but Luke had already moved spot.

"you're not my husband yet. what do you want aemond? I'm busy," Luke says still not paying him much attention.

"dinner. tonight." he says putting his feet on the ground and walking towards him.

"I can't. my mom's out on a trip and Jace and I are taking care of Joffery," Lucerys replied.

Aemond stopped his movements as soon as he heard Jace's name. "Jace is back?"

Luke looks up at him, seeing his violet eye was now darker than usual, "he knows of our proposal if that's what your wondering."

"just you, Jace, and Joffery in that big mansion, huh," he says, his fingers digging into the seat in front of him.

"listen, Aemond, thank you for visiting but I have other meetings and things to do." Luke tempted to usher him out.

"when can I stop by and visit?" he asked.

"Aemond for fuck sake I'll be seeing you this weekend for the public announcement and at the Gala Friday. please leave." Lucerys told him again. Aemond reached out and grabbed his hand pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. no more words were exchanged as he left leaving Luke to the silence of his office.

Lucerys slumped in his chair letting a sigh escape his tired body. it was late when he finally got home. he carried three suits over his shoulder as he opened the front door and the sound of pans clattering around echoed in the kitchen.

"I'm home!" he yelled as shut the door behind him.

"luce!" joffery ran in from the kitchen and smacked his body into his.

"oof! okay, okay, calm down I saw you this morning," Luke hugged him back. "here take these upstairs to my room."

joffery ran upstairs with the bag of suits while Luke walked into the kitchen. Jace held his arms out, he wore Laenor's apron which said kiss the cook, a cocky smile on his lips, "I made dinner!"

"please tell me everything is properly cooked and we won't get food poisoning," Luke raised an eyebrow at him as he went to warm pots filled with food.

"I'm not that much of an awful cook," Jace took much offense as Luke mixed the pasta sauce and tasted it.

a satisfied moan left his lips, that moan going straight to Jace's cock, "it's not bad."

"you wanna kiss the cook in real thanks?" Jace asked as he leaned in just a tad bit more to Luke.

"to boost your ego?" Lucerys asked with a toothy smile as he wrapped his arms around him. his heels giving him the perfect height to his brother.

"no, just because I want to kiss you," Jace replied.

Lucerys leaned in and took his brothers lips in his. he tangled his hands in between his curls giving them a slight tug. jace's hands gently rested on his waist before sliding down his ass and giving a gentle slap and squeeze.

"not in front of my food!" joffery screamed causing both of them to quickly pull apart.

Luke's cheeks flushed a deep red as Jace cleared his throat and went back to mixing his food. "your food will be just fine Joff. did you do your homework?"

"how can I after what I just witnessed?" he spoke dramatically.

"quit being such a drama queen," Luke told him as he made the boy sit down and started setting the plates. dinner went by quickly and joffery easily put out to bed.

Jace sat in the family office room running numbers while Lucerys looked over the blueprints for a proper warehouse in the Stepstones. Jacaerys stopped looking at the computer and was just staring at Luke. he admired the hell out of his brother. the way his fingers traced every little detail on blueprints, his pen circling whatever he didn't like or needed to moved, his blue eyes scanned the paper over and over again, he whispered to himself helping himself think, the way his brows were furrowed together to show he was truly concentrating. focus, ambition, and cunning were words to describe the man in front of him. even in black suit pants and white blouse. the necklace from yesterday still sat proudly on his neck.

"are you done or are you going to keep staring?" Luke asked not taking his eyes off the blueprint.

"I like the view," Jacaerys replied.

blue eyes snapped to his and clearly he wasn't in the mood. "I'm off to bed. don't stay up to late. I have an early meeting and you need to take Joffery to school."

"hey, how bout we go to dinner tomorrow? you, me, and Joff?" jacaerys asked as he watched his brother grab his heels off the floor.

"sure you want me to meet you at the restaurant?" Luke asked.

"nah, come home and we'll go together," Jace replied.

"okay, good night."

"good night."

[perseus-jackass]

EEEK YOU’RE A BATFAM FAN AND A PJO FAN THAT IS SOOO COOL tim is my favorite but i love jason and the fact you crossed him over with luke?!?!?! i’m going insane please tell me more about your fic friend!!

All I have to say about the Jason and Luke thing is that Anastasia has a TYPE.

AHHHHH OKAY OKAY so on the batfam side everyone except Bruce and Dick are demigods bc I think it’s funny.

Alfred- Themis, who’s actually a titaness but she’s actually the titan of justice, divine law, divine order, and custom, which is perfect for him (also that makes the fates his sisters which is hilarious to me).

Selina- Hermes obviously.

Jason- Poseidon bc I’m obsessed with it within the context of him dying 4 months before his 16th birthday??? Like I’m having so much fun with that.

Cass- Ares which I feel is self explanatory, but I’m also obsessed with her having to reconcile being the child of the god of violent, bloody war and her childhood (I might actually end up writing a connecting oneshot just exploring that).

Steph- Hermes the vibes are there and again, loving playing with the parallels of Arthur Brown being a villain she has to fight and the Luke, who’s her brother.

Tim- Athena duh.

Duke- APOLLOOOOO. NOT JUST BC OF THE LIGHT THING BUT HE CANONICALLY HAS SO PRECOGNITION ABILITIES IN CANON?? too perfect.

Damian- Damian is actually a legacy, not a demigod. Ra’s is a son of Hades. I had a fun idea about Lazarus Pits being corrupted wells of the Styx that crossed over into the mortal world.

And I think this will be the first time I post about this part, but Jason is going to be a part of the Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth crew. Luke ends up in Gotham when he goes south from Connecticut and they meet first. This is both so him and Luke have a good relationship and because Jason and Thalia being close is why Zeus doesn’t just kill him 😭.

ALSO ALSO Roy is a son of Hephaestus (blessed by Apollo bc Oliver is an Apollo kid (all Oliver’s kids are blessed by him but Roy is the only one that’s also a demigod)) and I have a really funny scene of Jason meeting the Titans for the first time and they’re like

bc Roy and Anastasia have a brother-sister relationship so Roy and Jason know each other pretty well. Also the demigods know superhero identities bc of Roy and Oliver.

And this is just some of what I have 😭 I’m still just writing out the timeline rn

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sooo i want my blog to be a bit more inclusive of more drivers so ill be adding some more drivers to my masterlist!! currently have a lot of ideas so ill let you guys decide which driver i write for first!

i will be writing for all drivers on this poll, this is just to decide in which order i will write for them (excluding requests) [most votes - first // least votes - last]

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Dad!Ashton Masterlist

A Dad For Christmas (ao3) - sourscarlets Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum T, 17k

Summary: Since the age of three all Ashton's daughter has wanted for Christmas was another father so her dad could be happy. Her Christmas wish comes in the form of a toy store owner that might just be what they were looking for.

Come On Skinny Love, Just Last The Year (ao3) - senioritastyles Calum/Ashton G, 4k

Summary: "Daddy!" Evan calls, eyes wide as he looks just past Ashton.

Ashton barely has time to turn around before his cart crashes into someone else's, his distracted walking leading him right into the collision. He looks up to apologize as Evan quietly giggles next to him, somewhat hiding behind Ashton's legs, and Ashton is met with warm dark brown eyes and golden skin and a smiling stranger who doesn't seem even remotely miffed at Ashton. The stranger is beautiful really, it's the only way Ashton can think to describe him as he fumbles trying to find his voice.

Or: Ashton is a single dad and he meets Calum by chance.

Daisy (ao3) - boomerluke Luke/Ashton M, 121k

Summary: The last thing Luke expects when he wakes up hungover in the bed of his latest one-night stand is to come face to face with a freaking kid. But there she is all wild curls, thumb-sucking, and nonstop questions. Luke can't get out of there fast enough.

Ashton isn't the type to have one-night stands. He's a parent, after all. It was a mistake, and it won't happen again. At least that's what he tells himself when he comes back from his shower to find the naked college kid still in his bed, arguing with Daisy.

They couldn't be more opposites. At 25, Ashton has the responsibilities of two parents, raising his daughter and trying to pretend like he has everything figured out. At 21, Luke is a self-proclaimed Grindr god who doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. So why is the universe (with the help of Michael and Crystal) so hell-bent on seeing them together?

Drum Drum - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 3k

Summary: Debbie, Arlette, and Lisa watch drumming videos of their friend, Ashton, from Craft Club.

Hot for Teacher (ao3) - FayeHunter Michael/Luke T, 1k

Summary: Michael doesn’t want to be up this early bringing his niece to school. At least the teacher is hot

i promise i'll keep you safe (ao3) - orphan_account implied Calum/Ashton N/R, 681

Summary: “Promise?” The young girl asked, raising her head of his chest to look at him in the eyes to make sure he was telling the truth. He nodded and kissed her forehead. “I promise, Kiddo. As long as I’m around, you will always be safe.”

OR

where calum and ashton have adopted an anxious and emotionally broken five year old girl, and one night, she gets scared by a storm and crawls into ash and cal's bed, where ash comforts her and calum sleeps like a baby beside them.

Lily (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance Michael/Luke E, 49k

Summary: Luke and Michael, they used to be boyfriends, lovers and each other’s world. Michael did not know whether those things really existed but he used to think Luke was his soulmate and that they completed each other; that was until Luke left without saying anything. After many years, Luke had decided to come back home but he did not come alone; he brought along a cute little girl, named Lily. When he suddenly came across Michael, the feelings that he had forgotten started to come back. Will he be able to ignore them? Or let his heart decide for him? Although many years passed, Michael had never really been able to be with anyone else because his heart has always beat for Luke. Meeting Luke again was like a second chance to save what had been lost; he wanted to get close to Luke. Will Luke allow him into his world again? Or was it just him and Lily?

never be (ao3) - radiance OT4 G, 4k

Summary: luke, calum, michael and ashton all work on the hemmings' farm during the summer.

Smudges of Love (ao3) - larryologymajor G, 2k

Summary: 5SOS oneshot...single dad!Ashton au Luke thinks Ashton and his daughter are lonely, so he does something about it.

(Or the time Luke got Ashton's toddler daughter the best birthday gift ever!)

Take Custody Of My Heart (ao3) - ghouluke Luke/Ashton M, 18k

Summary: Luke, a child custody lawyer, takes on the case of Ashton, a scared single father, who after a rocky divorce with his ex-wife, is fighting for custody over his daughter, Lily.

take my hand, now and forever (don't ever let go) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) Calum/Ashton T, 9k

Summary: Ashton is a single parent who's not had good luck with dating ever since his son was brought into his life. Then, he meets Calum, who's the first guy who's ever shown interest in him and his son.

Trouble Is I Can't Find A Way (You're Part of Me) (ao3) - sunsetmagnolia Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum T, 24k

Summary: Ashton didn’t know what to make of the thought that Luke was here. In his city. After all the effort he’d put into making sure they were a whole country away from each other for so many years.

Where the Heart Is (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) Luke/Ashton, side Michael/Calum E, 86k

Summary: By the time that Ashton Irwin is twenty-seven years old, he's already a widower and a father of three. After his third nanny quits on him, he comes to the conclusion that life in general doesn't seem to like him very much—that is, until his luck turns around when he discovers a particular nanny by the name of Luke H.

The question now is, can a twenty-two year old man with mile-long legs and a smile made of gold really be the super nanny that Ashton needs?

Perhaps so.

you're the thing that i can't quit (ao3) - lucasfletcher Calum/Ashton T, 2k

Summary: “So, you’ve got the hots for your son’s football coach?” Michael asks from the other side of the bar, leaning on his elbows and blowing his gum in Ashton’s face annoyingly. “Shh, Michael,” Ashton looks around to make sure no one’s close enough to hear them. “And who the fuck even says ‘got the hots’ anymore?” “So you do!” he pauses and a grin takes over his features. “Also fuck you I can say whatever I want.”

or, the super cute cashton one

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Timeline

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Gcz1uhA by Garfunkle53 Timeline of my personal canon for my upcoming series. Pages 9-17 if anybody wants to read. The first one-shot is finished and is to be posted in a day. The second one-shot is currently being written. Words: 3740, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Batfam Oneshots Same Universe Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Alfred Pennyworth, Lucius Fox, Jim Gordon, Bruce Wayne, Kate Kane (DCU), Luke Fox, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne, Duke Thomas & Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon & Bruce Wayne, Harvey Dent & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Gcz1uhA

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Mind and Spirit

by Our Guild

One of the most interesting takes on the "conversion" type stories. One that breaks all the schemes and manages to be interesting and new. Could be also a Jeff posession story, so it could fit in the ghost part of the timeline, but even then it is an interesting thing to read

CW// blood, murder, guns, mindbreak, possesion, rape mention, blade, assault

Click below to read the original unedited story

Authors Note: Sup peeps. Minion here. Well my computer got wiped due to hardrive malfunctions so I lost everything I had been working on. Now I am starting new projects that I've been wanting to work on. I will be wrighting one more oneshot for December before I start releasing multichapter stories. As for this one, it was something I came up with in one of my many pondering and an attempt to have a more diverse library of fanfictions. I hope you enjoy it. As usual, nobody owns anything canon. Read, Enjoy, Review!

Mind and Spirit

Nineteen year old Luke Yancy sat at his computer while his TV ran in the corner of the dorm. Luke had always been a weird person. He wasn't weird in the matter that he looked strange besides the signs of sleep deprivation around his eyes, but it was more of his social awkwardness. He didn't hang out with the cool kids, or go to any parties. All his friends were still in high school. He mainly sat in his dorm and watch TV, play games, or read. In fact, there was one thing he did quite a bit. Luke had a fascination with the horror genre. He played horror games, watched documentaries about cryptids, and read creepy pastas.

This morning, however, his eyes were glued to the television instead of his computer. On said television was the news. There was a rather interesting headline.

Jeff The Killer Caught

Actually though, this was the second time that headline had appeared. Luke remembered the first time they caught someone called Jeff the Killer. It was suddenly all over the headlines that they caught some sicko who burnt off his eyelids and cut a smile onto his face. People started calling him the Joker and blamed it off the Dark Knight or something. To be honest it was bullshit. Luke knew the inspiration. Still, he was finally caught and now no one had to worry about him killing them at night. Or at least that's what he had thought. Then the name Jeff the Killer was heard again in the form of a bloody message on the wall of a victim.

"Jeff the Killer lives in spirit."

Nobody was sure what that meant. Some believed that Jeff was back in the form of a ghost while others believed that it was some crazy fan. However, what was certain was that this new Jeff the Killer soon started gaining a pretty high body count. That however, seemed to have ended today and the latter was proven correct. This man was different. He was middle aged with combed back brown hair and a mole in between his eyes. He had a crazed look as he laughed, being carried by a police man on each side.

"They deserved it! They deserved it you see! Each one of them! Cheaters, murderers, rapists! I gave them what they deserved! Hahaha!"

The news cut to the reporter as she started talking about the court case. It was painfully obvious that he was going to be put to death. Nobody could get away with killing so many people. No matter what evidence that could come up, they wouldn't let someone that dangerous live. Of course, this sentiment was re-told by the news anchor, confirming Luke's thoughts.

Honestly, the man was a fool. Jeff the Killer was already killed. To think that some crazed fan would take up the mantle and become Jeff the Killer II. This was clearly a psychotic man…. But still… to become Jeff the Killer in all but body… What must that have felt like? Luke couldn't help but ponder it. After all, Jeff the Killer was a feared name that held great notoriety and was very well known…

Luke shook his head before putting on a white hoodie and getting ready for classes. It's not like it was something that he would ever experience in his mundane life. Nothing exciting ever happened to him. It was one day after another. Attend classes, eat ramen noodles and pop tarts, and spend most of his free time studying.

Luke prepared to walk outside, sliding a pocket knife into his pocket and pulled his hood over his orangeish brown hair before going out of his dorm. The cold weather made him huddle deeper into his hoodie more. He didn't like it. He preferred warmth. Anything warm that he could huddle in was good. Especially since his shitty heating didn't work worth a damn. It made him angry. Why did underserving people live better lives than him. He who worked hard and barely slept for everything compared to those who just sat around and got everything they wanted. He who was barely living a life compared those who lived a life of luxury. He who was an honest worker compared to those who lied, cheated, and stole for their wealth.

Luke clenched his fist as he walked towards the class building. He walked in through a side entrance, it being closer and allowing him to get into the warmer building quicker.

Damn. It's still cold here.

Luke continued to walk into the building to where he would reach the lobby. There he paused. A man stood in the lobby, pointing a gun at several people.

"ALL YOUR MONEY! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!"

He yelled. The man hadn't noticed Luke walk in. He pulled out his knife. He would save these people from this man. Luke crept forward so that the man couldn't hear him, but with all that shouting, he doubted that the man could anyway.

Luke grabbed the man around the stomach with one arm, pinning the man's arms and used his knife hand to press against the man's throat.

"Drop the gun. Now."

The man made a noise that almost sounded like a choking one. He dropped the gun and it clattered to the ground. A trickle of blood touched Luke's hand.

It was warm.

Warmth.

He liked warm.

He wanted warmth.

He wanted more warmth.

He wanted to never be cold again.

He wanted to never be bullied again.

We wanted to protect everyone.

They wanted this.

This is what they wanted.

This is what the spirit wanted.

A grin came across Luke's face, the shadow of his hood covered his eyes.

"I don't think we've met before. My name is Jeff."

Luke pushed in the knife, warmth covering his arm. The man made a funny noise. It sounded like when you gargle water before spitting it out. It was a funny noise. But it was annoying. They wanted quiet now. The noise burned.

"Shhhh. Go to sleep."

[sapphosclown]

how fun!

fics!!

my personal favorite is 1986 by @captainkippen and he’s got a ton of great tyrus fics, another great one being Best Laid Plans which i adore

another big one was TJ’s Playlist by staristired on ao3 (i can’t think of their tumblr user) which is also so so good

Lost Boy by CaithyCat on ao3 (also don’t know their tumblr user either) is such a crazy read it consumed my whole being when i first read it

there also used to be a really popular blog on here who’s user was dumb-binch-juice who wrote a ton of canon complaint fics that filled in space from s2 ish all the way past s3 which a lot of people, myself included, saw as the s4 we never got. unfortunately their account got deactivated and their fics are no longer available and i haven’t been able to find any :( however madame juice, as she was called, was a big part of the fandom so i wanted to tell u ab it

not a fic but my lovely moot @secretly-of-course has a bunch of amazing art from the show

@litrallytyrus has a bunch of social media au’s i was obsessed with personally when i started in the fandom

@aydaines also has some good smau’s and oneshots etc

those were the ones off the top of my head if i think of any more i’ll send them your way + if anyone else sees this and has others to mention please add on

headcanons!!

marty, tj, and jonah have been deemed the name Dumbass Trio as they are all chaotic and silly in their own ways and feed off each other’s idiocy

sexuality hcs were really important so these were the most popular but there was always a little room for personal interpretation:

andi: pan, buffy: bi, jonah: aroace/bi, bex: bi, bowie: bi, amber: lesbian, iris: lesbian, libby: pan, walker: pan, marty: bi/trans or sometimes people kept him as the token straight, obvi tj and cyrus were canonically gay

the kippen siblings! a lot of people suddenly realized ambers lack of a last name left the potential for her and tj to be siblings. not really sure why, they’re both blonde and used to be mean and like, vaguely could look similar lol. so a lot of people went ahead and took this and ran and thus the kippen siblings became very popular that even the cast was in on it, i think luke mullen has a post of him and emily skinner on instagram where he made a joke ab it.

those who weren’t on board with the kippen sibs theory tho usually say her last name is brown bc it’s in a version of a script that was never aired in the episodes and was released sometime after

popular ships were tj/cyrus, amber/andi, buffy/marty, if jonah wasn’t aroace it was usually jonah/walker, if not ambi usually amber/iris and andi/buffy

not a headcanon but you should also check out @andis-texts-archive has all the text messages between the good hair crew + friends that came with each episode of andi mack, i don’t remember exactly where they were shown but there’s some good stuff in there

that’s kind of what i’ve got off the top of my head as well, if i search through my own blog for andi mack headcanons im sure i’d find a bunch more things but these are probably the most prominent bc the other hcs kinda circle around those

was this the first time you watched andi mack? if so welcome to the club!! if you want any fic recs or wanna hear ab the popular hcs from when the tag was really active id love to fill you in!! (my main is jealous-kippen btw !)

yes, i found some edits on youtube earlier this year and they inspired me to watch andi mack!!

omg thank you so much, i’d love love love to have some fics to read (i think i’ve already read the most popular ones but i’d still like to hear your opinion and recs)! and i would be grateful for major hcs because i’m currently working on an AM fic myself and it would be such a nice addition to the writing process ;)

[blorbobird]

LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO

( another lucemond × taylor swift lyrics oneshot)

in which lucerys and aemond have a duel, and Luke licks Aemonds scar.

❛ But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time.❜

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" Impossible."

Aemond whispers mainly to himself as the word falls dead, following with two decapitated bodies that sink onto the floor..

"I didn't want to do that," Lucerys looks up with an expressionless face. Aemond's the only one close enough, halting where he was as the pair of guards were slain in seconds, to see the trace of humour across the boy's eyes. His pride. The coldness in his eyes. "Look what you have me do." He tsks. It needed to be done.

This surely wasn't the Lucerys that Aemond had known all those years ago. Grown, sure. Alive, somehow. But skilled in the art of killing? That boy wasn't skilled in the smaller things let alone anything elegant or deadly. He once had issues holding anything heavy, speaking Valyrian correctly, keeping a serious face without cracking a smile or joke. That boy was nice, kind, seemingly innocent even if his uncle was the only one wiser to see past it.

Wise enough to now know that boy was dead. He died with Arrax. That boy drowned in the sea.

This man before him was skilled in all things elegant and deadly. Cruel, smart, hardened to Valyrian steel himself.

"But now that I have your attention," Luke begins again. Grabbing a sword that wasn't his — how insolent it is to show up to a duel unarmed — from one of the men he so easily killed.

He wipes the metal across the glittering dark fabric of his sleeve. Cleaning it carelessly with such an expensive fabric, an outfit all together no one in the court has ever seen. The material, the drape, the revealing skin. From the racier parts like Dorne perhaps? Somewhere farther? "I'd like to talk in the name of peace."

Peace? "Peace?!" Aemond chuckles darkly as he blinks out of his odd daze.

Unarmed himself, it was his engagement party after all, even in a time of war. One night before a wedding - you would think you'd be granted withsome peace? Instead, he has a whorish dressed reanimated corpse and blood shed on the great hall floor.

"Nothing about any of you Bastards are peaceful." he spits the term and squares his shoulders.

"No man standing in a pool of blood speaks of Peace." Alicent says, rising to her feet from where she sat at the table.

Lucerys looks down at where he stands. Boots already scuffed with blood. "Then I must go home and clean my shoes. I'll make this quick." He steps out of the puddle barring two swords.

Aemond is quick to dodge or tackle, becoming wise with his movement to not just pounce as he wishes to. Not after the flash of gore he just saw. Still stunned but the cogs in his mind work over his desires.

Instead, however, he isn't attacked. He's handed one of the two guardsmen swords and simply … walked past? Disregarded as a whole.

"My mother let you free," Lucerys begins. Ignoring Aemond or the court of eyes on him. "You were bound in chains weren't you?" His eyes dance as he looks at Alicent. "If not a week before today?"

The second eldest boy pounces at that and Lucerys side steps without even having to turn. Eyes turn to look at his — no longer that deep, chocolate brown he's grown accustomed to — but a vibrant green. Jade green. Made and gone with a flash. He doesn't know if anyone else sees but it makes his blood run cold. The tip of a sword presses his adams apple and Alicent yelps at the quick interaction.

"Behave." Lucerys warns cooly before eyes turn back.

Aemond looks to his wife, his soon to be bride, Alys. Wondering if she saw? If she was able to tell? She was a witch, older and wise. Perhaps she would know what-

"Yes!" Alicent says with a panicked gulp. Regaining her confidence but worried glances to her preferred son every so often. "Your mother now sits on the Iron Throne. She laid siege to King's Landing when Harrenhaal was overtaken-"

"And all the Strongs were killed." Lucerys drops his borrowed sword. Voice a sickening octave lower. "I am aware." His boots echo on the hard polished flooring. Making his way over to the largest table to which he stands back in front of before the little 'altercation' with his arrest. "All but you."

Lucerys and Alys match eye contact. Two Strongs, one a bastard, the other another kind as well.

Alys speaks softly but clear. Her voice edged with the wisdom that comes with age. "Im sorry, who are you again?" She stands, too. Warying of her husband's current predicament.

She looks to her husband. Silently wondering if she should intervene herself but he gently shakes his head no.

Lucerys grins finally. "Oh, No need to apologize," He takes a step closer. "Lucerys Velaryon. The dead son of your Queen Rhaenyra, ruler of the seven kingdoms."

"She is not our queen." Aemond says steadily. Leaving the looks from his mother to stay focused on the back of his Nephews skull. "And you are not our prince. The dead do not wear crowns and neither do bastards."

Lucerys doesn't look back. He instead clasps his hands in front of him, twisting the blade in his palm so it reacts to the fire-lit torches and fireplaces scattered across the room. The Great Hall of a Hundred Hearths. Not actually, but famous for its size. Its fire power. They were all surrounded by flames. As Targaryens should be.

"She's quite beautiful, your wife," He feels the cool metal of Aemonds sword presses to the back of his throat. He turns to look up and at the bride to be. Unwavering. "Nice eyes, curly dark hair … such Strong features!" He's amused and the groom isnt. Frankly, no one in the room is besides the 'dead' Prince.

"Stop talking or I'll make you."

Alicent interjects. Nervously picking at the flesh around her nails. "What say you of peace?" Her eyes are sad. Stressed. She's seen many things, she's tired. Arent they all? "Rhaenyra let me go. I still don't know why… has she accepted the offer I purposed?"

Lucerys know's well of this. A plea Alicent made to her former friend when the bloodshed had turned brutal for the Greens. Capital over taken, Haelena's son murdered brutally, all the fire and blood. An offer to split the Realm. For the Reach, Stormlands and Westerlands all to fall to the Greens. Mostly the rest to fall to the Blacks. In the moment Rhaenyra refused.

Jacerys had come back alive, however. Unknowingly to the opposite party thanks to his younger brother. He made it to Westeros in time. Now it was his turn to balance out the game. The tilted stage would be no more..

"No," He says clearly. "My mother has lost alot. We all have. She will not give up the throne, her birthright, and she shouldnt," Turning to face Aemond slowly. Blade now pressed to the front of his throat. "Just because men with their small cocks can't put their egos aside and admit-"

"I will slay you once more!" Aemond roars. Teeth gritted. "Make it final this time!"

"Then do it, Uncle." He says the word like a swear. Something he shouldn't be saying, something Aemond doesn't like hearing on his lips. "Kill me … That is your name after all, right?"

"Aemond-" Its Alicent, or Alys, neither are quite sure. A warning but its too late.

Luke whispers it. "Kinslayer."

A clash of metal as Luke slices up to meet the sword threatening his life. Weapons with worthy opponent's, finally. After all these years.

"I SAID SILENCE!" Aemond screams. He's seeing red, usually boasting on his so-called well level headed mind. Luke is an exception. Luke was taunting personified. Temptation, blood lust, ruin. Every nerve struck and blazing.

His nephew speaks louder to meet him, although not yelling.

"Kill me then!" They hit and switch, a circle of pattern forming. "Why? Are you not Strong enough?" He mocks and their feet move to balance eachother out.

Anyone who is near close enough to intervene, accidentally or personally, has their skin sliced to ribbons and moved away. It becomes prevalent quickly: Lucerys was Aemond's to finish. Or rather, with how it's looking, vice versa, perhaps.

"How does it feel?" Lucerys swings and Aemond ducks gracefully. "To be marked with me not once but twice?! Permanently."

Aemond slices up from his low point and is met with a defensive block. "I hope to return the favour threefold."

Not just his wounded face, but his name. Aemond One Eye. Aemond the Kinslayer. No matter what he did, Lucerys left his mark on him in more ways than imaginable. All the way then and still present to this day. Even in those days, months, years, lacking the middle born Valeryons presence. His impact was written all over him, marked and ruined.

It was a dance of swords. People gasp and others scream, some flee and some stay to watch. A pivotal moment in the war perhaps. Bloodshed or not the audiences always like a show.

Lucerys fights like he was born to kill, and Aemond fights like he already has. Targaryen on Targaryen. How it should of been all those years ago in Storm's End. How the Dance Over Shipbreak Bay should have gone. But Lucerys swore not to fight, a messanger and nothing more.

But times change. People do. Revenge corrupts the mind and karma always somes back around. For worse and for better.

Lucerys had become corrupt and still hadn't known if he, himself liked it. But he's dreamed of this moment for as long as he could remember. Since he picked up a sword all those months ago, since that night.

Aemond close enough to feel that furious body heat radiating off of him. Hotter then all hundred furnances combined. It warmed Lucerys blood to be this close. Taste the victory off the spray of hard-worked and close-encourted sweat.

Muscles ached as arms swung and blades clashed. Quick on his feet. Moving like those water-dancers taught him. Using his larger opponents weight against them, like the Dothraki showed him.

Aemond had yet to learn where all this skin came from. He'd only ever seen Daemon with such talent, to which he carried such envy. This was different. Something that excited him more, maybe because of who it was. Maybe the setting. Lucerys had been too good, too pure for him. He was something violent now, something wild. Like a white mare, perhaps. Something to be tamed. Something to be won and killed.

He didnt expect blood to be drawn with such difficulty. Especially not expecting it to be himself, the first to bleed.

A sword swipes up and the material around his bicep tears. Quick, nothing. Yet everything all at once as he feels just enough air meet him. A paper cut equivalent but with meaning. Three beads of scarlet form. Stunned from those three drops alone. The Strong Bastard made him bleed?

Lucerys crouched at the ready and, as he had been trained to do after first blood, called out: “Do you yield?”

Aemond pounced, and this time he twisted to the right where Luke had been dodging. "You continue to amaze me."

"My talent?" Twisting away to the left.

A scoff. "Your lack of wit!"

Swords flashed like they were lit in fire. Light reflecting off of them like lightening striking. The sounds echo. Their own private thunderstorm.

Lucerys slices again, Aemond dodges. The dance continues. All side stepping and swaying and ducking. Second born princes, dragon born sons. The fiery passion is met here and its a sight to see even if they themselves, can't witness these acts.

The Bastard is wearing hardly any armour, rather none at all. With his chest exposed it makes and easy target and the second the elder gets an opportunity, he ceases it. A slash across the chest, right above the best.

Luke groans and stumbles back for half a second. Glittering and pretty. The brief image of licking the blood off his breast crosses Aemond's mind, for some unknown reason, but it exits as quickly as it enters. Both men radiate with power, or maybe its just tension that fills the room.

A few more gashes there and there. Cuts and scars but nothing fatal or worthy of pause. They're skilled and deadly and quickly.

Lucerys wants to see what he did the last time him and his uncle fought like this. Curious to see his actions turned into proof. "Let me see those pretty eyes of yours-" He glides the focus of his weapon up.

The string of Aemond's eye patch is cut and it falls.

Perhaps its too close to home, it triggers something in him. He becomes feral with violence. His sapphire eye glints in the fire as well so bright Luke could swear it was vivid emotion.

"I dont want to kill you, Uncle!" Lucerys yells as Alicent screams nonsense somewhere beyond them. Probably saying much of the same.

"I want your eye!" Aemond yells and surges forward. He swings, Lucerys jumps high enough at the knees to miss. It meets the handle of his sword however as Luke's mind twirls with ways for this not to end with more bloodshed.

He's killed him in his dreams, he's planned this for years, why does this suddenly feel wrong? Why second guess now?! All those moments pining and waiting for this opportunity. Aemond, the top of his list. He could have his head in seconds!

Ruin, destroy, maim, kill. Revenge is a dish best served cold. No more weakness, finish what you came here to do.

A hand around his narrow waist as he steadies from the jump, loose legged and pulled close. Bodies clash. Fire on fire.

"It'll only take a second—" Aemond grins evilly but his movements are cut short.

Lucerys is finally close enough to see the damage he's done so many ages ago. The skin on his face is red, his scar white. The color of the jewel is a brilliant blue.

The arch of the blade in the air halted. Lucerys, maybe spending too much time with those savage people in Essos, does the first unplanned thing that comes to mind.

He licks Aemond's scar.

Clean across his face. He doesn't know why but its done and nearly every one has seen. A warm tongue against ever-burning flesh. He can taste the metallic twinge of salty sweat clearly now.

Aemond's body freezes and his good eye flashes with multiple volumes of hate. Registering with pain and shock and something else. Mocking him?! Like this?! On his pre-wedding day. How much humiliation must this boy lay upon him-

Its the last thing Aemond remembers before he somehow blacks out.