#nct yukhei fic

[nickkdesigns]

We Can't Be Friends (Wait For Your Love). programa utilizado: photoshop 22; em caso de inspiração, credite!

note: fiz essa capa com muito carinho, pois me inspirei em uma edição feita para mim há muito tempo atrás, por um projeto incrível cujo não sei se ainda está ativo... mas que admiro muito! aqui está o design original e é claro que não poderia faltar a linda música que me inspirou ainda mais para produzir essa capa. escutem! não vão se arrepender. kisses! 💋.

[a-spicy-reader]

Promise of Pleasure

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

If he had long hair this photo would be perfect 😅😅

Synopsis: In a night of uncontrollable passion, Lila and Lucas give themselves completely to each other, exploring the limits of their desire and connection.

You will never get tired of kissing Yukhei. The idea of ​​getting tired is inconceivable when it tastes so deliciously sweet.

It always ends like this after more than an hour alone with the doe-eyed boy, even when he practices in approximately ten minutes. You're straddling his wide lap, thighs on either side of his narrow hips, your mouths pressed against each other in a heated kiss.

Is too good. You can do this alone, and he is fully aware. His huge hands cup his face, fingertips hooking into the back of his neck as he alternates between sucking on his top lip and his bottom lip.

He is always very intoxicating, everything you feel, see and hear is inherently Yukhei. You feel like his heart could explode through his shirt if his chest wasn't pressed against his.

It’s so domestic, huddled together on the couch, the sounds of soft tapping filling the space between the two of you. The two of you are still practically in your pajamas from the night before - the rumpled black t-shirt and black hoodie still managing to make you look unfairly good, if not more so.

He hums softly into your mouth, and only then do you realize that you've gently grasped a tuft of his long, messy black hair between your fingers as his soft tongue brushes against his.

His hands move down to soften his neck, then down to the sturdy pair of shoulders you've held so many times before in moments like this, where it's sensual and sweet, and you need to grab him just to do it. Make sure it doesn't slip between your fingertips like a sweet dream.

He groans as he has to force himself to leave, and you can feel the evidence of his arousal beneath you, snug and firm against his center. His countenance turns into a genuine pout, his irises glazed over.

"Damn, I should just call in sick or something."

You laugh, amused by his childish smile and the moan in his tone. You both know that missing practice is not an option for him, although there is no harm in expressing your frustration. Even if it makes you ten times more needy for him.

You reach up to cup his soft cheeks, thumbs stroking the warm, tanned skin. He leans into the palm of your hand, soft lips spreading into a warm smile as he looks up at you with passionate eyes.

“I’ll come when you’re done, if you want,” he tells you, stroking your hair.

He takes a deep breath through his nose to calm himself, a useless feat when you're still on top of him, warm and beautiful and all his. His hands rest on the small of your back, his fingertips tracing the skin where your shirt has ridden up.

"Of course I want you to come, my silly baby." He coos to you in a voice that's only used when the two of you are alone, meant to make you laugh in a way that makes your heart fill up with adoration like a balloon.

You lean in to kiss his soft lips once again, his chin already tilted forward in an attempt to beat you to it. It's smooth, faster than any of you would like. But it's enough.

"I'm going to kiss you so hard tonight."

The promise remains between you, igniting a new wave of desire that makes you press against him a little more firmly, eliciting a deep, throaty moan from Lucas. His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer, the harsh evidence of his arousal pressing into you unmistakably.

“You better,” you murmur against his lips, the heat in his voice matching the fire in his eyes. "I will be waiting."

He smiles, his eyes darkening with unspoken promises as he brushes his lips against yours one last time, a teasing hint of what’s to come tonight. "You won't have to wait long, darling. I'll make sure of that."

With a final, lingering kiss, you reluctantly climb out of his lap, both of you panting softly, the air between you crackling with unfulfilled desire. You watch as he adjusts, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent vow hanging in the air as he prepares to leave for practice. The anticipation of what's to come tonight keeps the embers of his desire burning, ready to burst into flames the moment he walks back through that door.

Anticipation grew all day. As the hours passed, her thoughts returned to Lucas, his promise echoing in her mind. It was finally time for him to return and his excitement was palpable.

The door opened and Lucas walked in, his long black hair, slightly damp and disheveled from training, falling onto his shoulders. He wore an all-black sweatshirt set, the fabric hugging his tall frame. His eyes immediately met his, dark and intense, filled with the same desire that had boiled between you before.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

“Hey,” you replied, a smile playing on your lips as you walked up to him, your curvy figure swaying with each step. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the way his gaze darkened as he took in her sent a shiver through you.

Lucas left his bag near the door and closed the distance between you in a few steps. His hands found your hips, pulling you against him. You could feel the heat of his body through his clothes, the hard surface of his chest pressing into your softness.

“I missed you,” he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His mouth moved against his with an urgency that left you breathless, his hands roaming your curves, tracing the lines of your body with a possessive touch.

You moaned into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers tangling in his long hair. The feel of his lips, the taste of him, was intoxicating. You could feel his excitement growing, pressing insistently against his thigh, and it only made you want him more.

“Lucas,” you gasped when he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, sucking and nibbling at your sensitive skin. "Please."

“Patience, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot on her ear. "I promised to kiss you so hard tonight, remember?"

He pulled back a little, your eyes burning when they met his. Then, with one swift movement, he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed. He stood next to you for a moment, his gaze roaming your body, examining every inch of you.

Slowly, he took off his hoodie, revealing the muscles on his chest and abdomen. You reached out, running your hands over his skin, feeling the warmth and strength beneath your fingertips. He shivered at his touch, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again, filled with raw need.

Lucas climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her legs, his hands pushing her shirt up, exposing her skin. He kissed her body, taking his time, savoring every moment. You arched beneath him, your hands gripping the sheets as his mouth moved downwards, teasing you with light kisses and flicks of his tongue.

When he reached the waistband of your pants, he looked at you, his eyes dark and hungry. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby,” he promised, his voice a husky whisper that made your heart race.

With that, he pulled his pants down, tossing them aside. His hands caressed her thighs, spreading them apart, his gaze fixed on her center. You were already wet, aching from his touch, and when his fingers brushed against you, you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips.

He leaned in, his mouth finding your most sensitive spot, his tongue working its magic. You screamed, your hands flying to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked, driving you crazy with pleasure. His name left your lips in a breathless chant, your body shaking as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“Lucas, oh God, yes,” you gasped, your hips rocking against his mouth, chasing the orgasm that was building inside you. He growled against you, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through you, sending you over the edge.

His orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your body arching off the bed as you screamed his name, your fingers gripping his hair tightly. He didn’t stop, his mouth working you through the aftershocks, prolonging your pleasure until you were a trembling, panting mess beneath him.

Finally, he pulled away, his lips glistening with his arousal, a satisfied smile on his face. He moved back up your body, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You taste amazing,” he murmured against her lips, his voice full of desire.

Before you could respond, he was moving, taking off the rest of his clothes. His eyes widened as he revealed his erection, thick and hard, throbbing with need. He positioned himself between your legs, hands holding your hips as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock.

"Are you ready, darling?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

“Yes, Lucas, please,” you begged, your voice shaking with anticipation.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you, filling you completely. You both moaned at the sensation, the delicious friction, the way your bodies fit together perfectly.

correctly. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust, his eyes fixed on yours, full of and a mixture of love and lust.

"You're so tight, baby," he moaned, his hips beginning to move, establishing a slow, steady rhythm. "So perfect."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, your nails digging into his back as he thrust into you, each movement sending waves of pleasure over you. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce, desperate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity as his thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled against your lips, his pace quickening, his hips slamming into you with increasing urgency. "So wet and tight, just for me."

“Yes, Lucas, just for you,” you moaned, your body arching beneath him, matching his movements, meeting each thrust with eager abandon. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slick, wet sounds of their bodies moving together, the moans and breathless sighs, the slap of skin against skin.

The pleasure grew and grew, rising higher and higher until you were on the verge of another orgasm. Lucas could feel it too, his movements becoming more frantic, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust into you harder and deeper.

“Come for me, baby,” he insisted, his voice a harsh whisper. "Let go."

With a scream, you cried, your body convulsing around him as your orgasm crashed over you, the pleasure so intense it left you breathless. Lucas followed you to the edge, his own release exploding inside you, filling you with his hot, pulsing seed.

He collapsed onto you, both of you panting, shaking after the shared ecstasy. He placed soft, tender kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, murmuring words of love and adoration.

"I love you, Lila," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

“I love you too, Lucas,” you replied, your heart swelling with the intensity of your feelings for him.

You stood there together, tangled in each other's arms, basking in the glow of your passion. The promise of more things to come lingered in the air, a sweet reminder of the love and desire that brought them together.

As Lucas's breathless whisper faded into the night, the intensity between them reignited. Lila, still shaking from the aftershocks of orgasm, felt Lucas's hand sliding down her body, rough but gentle.

“Ready for more?” Lucas growled, his voice full of need.

“Yes,” Lila panted, her voice a mix of expectation and desire.

Lucas sat up, effortlessly lifting her, and turned her so she was on all fours. He admired her curvy, dark-skinned body, her blonde hair falling down her back, framing her invitingly. He couldn't resist the urge to lean down and place a series of kisses along her spine, sending shivers down her spine.

His hands gripped her hips firmly, positioning her just right. She felt the head of his cock teasing her entrance again, the anticipation making her clench with need.

“please,” she whimpered, her voice shaking with raw desire.

Without further hesitation, Lucas dove into her, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden and intense sensation made them both moan, their voices echoing in the dimly lit room. He began to move, with deep, powerful thrusts, setting a relentless pace that left her breathless.

her hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you back to meet her every thrust.

Lila's moans filled the room, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel him hitting all the right spots, the intensity building inside her again. Her fingers dug into the sheets, trying to brace herself against the onslaught of pleasure.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

He obeyed, his hips slamming into her with a force that left her breathless. The sound of their bodies meeting, skin against skin, filled the room, mixing with their moans and sighs. Lucas reached out, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh God, Lucas, I'm so close,” she cried out, her body shaking with the intensity of her approaching orgasm.

“Come for me, Lila,” he growled, his voice husky with need. "I want to feel you coming around me."

With a scream of her name, she broke, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her shaking and gasping for air. Lucas didn't stop, thrusting into her through her climax, prolonging her pleasure until she thought she might explode from the intensity.

Feeling her tight walls squeezing him, Lucas could no longer hold back. he buried himself deep inside her, his release exploding inside her, filling her with his seed. He lay there, his body shaking with the aftershocks, before finally collapsing next to her, both of them panting and exhausted.

But the night was far from over. With a mischievous smile, Lucas turned Lila onto her back, positioning himself between her thighs again. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered, his eyes dark with hunger.

Lila's eyes widened with anticipation, a shiver of excitement running through her. “Come on,” she challenged, her voice breathless but eager.

With that, Lucas began again, his movements rough and wild, driving them both to the brink of madness. The night was a blur of intense pleasure, their bodies intertwined in a primal dance of need and desire, each climax pushing them further into a state of wild ecstasy.

When dawn began to peek through the curtains, they were both completely exhausted, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged. Lucas hugged Lila, their hearts beating in sync, the intensity of their passion still hanging in the air.

“I told you I'd kiss you hard tonight,” Lucas whispered, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.

Lila laughed weakly, her body sated and exhausted. “You sure do,” she agreed, her eyes closed as she snuggled closer to him, a satisfied smile on her lips.

And as they fell asleep, tangled in each other's arms.

[layuhsblog]

lucas x male reader?

story: m/n gets kidnapped by a mafia group, and their leader, yukhei, wants the money that the former's family owes him - it doesn't come, as they don't care about m/n.

this makes yukhei have a change of heart.

(lucas is not really a jerk, he's just trying to do his job)

Hii, I made it into a chaebol m!reader x mafia leader! lucas fic,

hope you don't mind. I've never written mafia au. So this is pure shit I'm really sorry. I'll rewrite it and make it better once I have more experience.

Thankyou for requesting and reading it. ALSO- this was an amazing request. Renegade is such a bop and he LOOKS SO FUCKING HOT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Thankgod there are still Lucas stans on Tumblr.

Anyway hope you tolerate this fic T-T

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN BTW!!

dk the word limit prolly 1k words

warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome???, soft boy mafia lucas, angst, fluff?, small mention of religious trauma, family's a bitch, drugging, panic attack, hyperventilating, thoughts about death, mentions murder, daddy issues?, death, swearing, badly written threats, winwin is a dick but he loves you :), Lucas being HOTTIE MAFIA LEADER OOF, kissing.

To myself- Lucas x M!reader

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Coming out to your orthodox religious family was not easy. On the surface the media thinks you're this wholesome rich family but the truth was much deeper and darker than it appeared.

You were sitting in a bar drinking away your problems when you were approached by a cute gentleman.

"Hi, rough day? May I buy you a drink?" he smiled at you

you tiredly sighed,

"If you're trying to get me into your bed, not happening."

He chuckled,

"Let me just buy you a drink, I'll walk away if you're not interested." You scanned his face, not so discreetly.

He looked cute and shy..you didn't see anything shady about him. You cautiously eyed his again and nodded. He showed a toothy grin at that.

"I'm Winwin by the way!"

"___" you replied and for the first time that night showed a slight smile.

_

A few hours had passed and Winwin started to grow on you, a couple of drinks more and your eyes started getting droopy.

Before you could call your driver to pick you; you passed out.

-

When you woke up, you had no idea where you where. Immediately you sat up and met with a throbbing headache. When you tried to get up, you realised your hands were tied. Panicked you screamed and screamed for someone to help you. You screamed till you lost your voice, and burst out crying. You had no idea what happened to you, what they'll do to you or if you'll even get out of here alive. All those thoughts became too mouth and you felt a bitter metallic taste in your mouth as your throat ran dry. You couldn't breathe. The worst of all, the room was empty except for a clock in it, it had been a long time since you were here and you were almost sure no one was looking for you.

"Ya done screaming or should I give you more of a reason to cry about?" You did not realise someone else was in the room with you. It was Winwin. Your heart sank.

"Y-you! What have you done to me!? Let me out! P-please." The last word came out as a weak plea and he laughed at your pathetic state,

"Can't, boss' orders. Yknow if he hadn't told me to bring you to him, I'd might as well taken you out on that little date." He winked at you and you were filled with disgust as fresh tears threatened to spill out from your eyes.

Your chest, throat, stomach everything hurt. You felt like you could throw up any minute.

It took you 15 minutes to calm yourself down all the while Winwin was looking at you with an amused look on his face, watching your every move like a hawk.

You were just blankly staring at a wall. The worst that can happen is they'll kill you. Who cares if you die?

-

Five hours had passed since then and you were doing nothing, feeling nothing so you closed your eyes and tried to sleep on the dirty floor. Winwin stepped out of the room to call someone, he did not realise the door is not soundproof. It sounded like he was threatening someone, probably your family you presumed.

-

"We have your son motherfucker. If you don't fucking pay us back you'll find his body in your front gate. Have fun when the headlines say 'L/n Family's Youngest son found dead on their door. It'll be fun seeing police raid your family seeing all the black money you have." he laughed

"Do what you want with him. You can't hurt my business. You're a nobody." and he heard the beeping of the phone.

-

The door, half broken and rusty slowly creaked opened and the fear you felt when you first came here returned. Winwin stood up straight and greeted the man. He had long black hair, his gaze cold, almost predatory.

"Did you hear back from those bastards?" he spat out, glaring at Winwin.

There was an awkward silence from his side and he eyed him and looked back at you. Immediately understanding what it meant, you weakly laughed.

The whole situation was so funny to you when it finally clicked.

You came from a famous family full of businessmen. People so influential that every move you made had to be absolutely perfect- however to them, you were far from it. The first shock came to your father when you were fifteen years old and told him you wanted to be an artist, that you had no interest in the business. Second and the final straw was 2 days ago when you came out to him and he disowned you.

To think such educated men could have such shallow ideals.

You remembered your mother, how loving she was. If she were here she'd definitely accepted you. You remembered how she told you crying how all this success was a lie and she wanted you to stay as far away from it as possible, afterall you weren't like your father and brothers. You remembered how you saw her that night for the last time. You remembered how you heard them fight in the other room, your brothers had left the country to pursue their studies. You remembered how you heard her scream but your door was locked from the outside. You remembered vaguely seeing a blood stain in the carpet which magically disappeared the next day. You remembered the police labelling the case as a suicide, how there was literally no evidence found- how each and every corner of the house was checked except the locker your father held the keys to.

The realisation made your blood run cold.

Your father had borrowed a large sum of money from someone years ago to start his business. He always assured your mother he'd paid them back. The situation in front of you made it clear that your father has always been a selfish bastard.

The thoughts, the questions, the suspicions hit you like a train wreck and you started laughing loudly. Both men looked at you puzzled.

"I cannot, that fucker- no one's coming for me, he killed her and he'll kill me too. I'm gonna die here anyway. That's so funny. Its always been fucking money. It's more important to him than fucking accepting his son and supporting his wife." You said between your laughs as tears spilled through your eyes

The man knelt down, his eyes softened a bit, voice comforting yet distanced, he motioned Winwin to get out of the room and spoke,

"Hey, calm down. You're not gonna die here. I'll take care of him. I'm sorry I involved you into this. I'll let you go. Just an advice, don't go back there. Get your own place, you have a chance to disappear from his life. Take it. I'm Yukhei by the way, you can call me Lucas." he smiled a bit.

You blinked in confusion, looking for any signs of humour in his words but there were none. He sounded genuine. It puzzled you how he could switch up so quickly. It made you curious to know more about him. Lord have you gone insane.

"What if I don't wanna leave. What if I want to help you get rid of him?"

And he only smiled.

"I'm not alien to murderer, rich heartless fathers." he joked,

"And I thought I was unique." he laughed at your comment. He has a nice laugh. You thought. You wanted to hear it more. Its funny to you how you feel safer with a literal mafia leader than you've ever felt with your father.

You talked some more, growing fonder of him each passing second. You realised he's not as cold as he appears. He was just doing his job and truthfully your father was just a huge dick. He has such a bright smile. His eyes had this spark when he was talking about the people he works with. He was making your heart beat faster.

He took you to his room, gave you clean clothes to change into and made you eat.

"You know, Winwin likes you- he felt bad about whatever he did." you nodded as he continued, the room suddenly felt hotter than it was as he leaned closer,

"Too bad, I want to keep you to myself" He whispered in your ear before he held your chin and connected your lips together.

-

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[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

— POSTPONED — info

*sighs*, kinktober. what a fun excuse to actually finish all the fics i started and never finished... and start new ones... and just get motivated again. yippie! we could also call it recyletober. okay, sorry, that was so bad. anyway.

this time it's not gonna be as kink-oriented as last time... but that's okay! i just have some ideas that were brewing in my notes app and were not being attended to... also, as stated before, i am chronically addicted to character.ai. please don't download it or you will end up with 45h screentime a week JUST ON THAT APP. but it works great for inspo.... to not follow up on... until now!

also, this year we have multiple groups (3)! because hoshi (🤤) and riize have been all up in my business again. and yes, i started planning this at 5am.

also, yippie, i'm alive???

sorry, i love yapping. let's get to it:

october 1st: park wonbin (riize): read here!

october 7th: kwon soonyoung / hoshi (seventeen): read here!

october 10th: mark lee (nct 127/nct dream): pending...

october 13th: lee donghyuck / haechan (nct 127/nct dream): dick pic. thought it could be funny *shrugs*

october 16th: kim dongyoung / doyoung (nct 127) & huang renjun (nct dream): the most awkward threesome ever (?)

october 19th: wong yukhei / lucas (solo): "my ex broke up with me and i dare myself to fuck lucas" as aforementioned, it is my favorite concept. god, i love lucas so much i could die rn.

october 22nd: lee sohee & lee chanyoung / anton (riize): and they were roommates! canceled due to recent events

october 25th: huang renjun (nct dream): f-feet.. 😔 i'm so sorry...

october 28th: nakamoto yuta (nct 127): as a gender studies professor, he should really know better than to sleep with his student... but he will because this is my fic.

october 31st: lee jeno (nct dream): alpha! jeno... thank you, jeno, for ripping off your shirt on may 4th... and thank you anon for the ask... i started writing it right away and got distracted by depression. 💓

more infos tba! also, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

taglist: @rjreins @meowniee @deezbin @ant-onie @ablackbtsstan @gacktsa

[star-suh]

★ here is the list of the groups/idols i write for and my fics:

GROUPS I WRITE FOR (until now):

NCT 127

ATEEZ

IDOLS I WRITE FOR:

(i'm not gonna write fics for all the members of a group, so here's gonna be the list of those idols)

Christopher Bang Chan

too strong to handle

hardcore

livin' la vida loca

sea of thieves

Lee Minho

one jerk off a day do not keep the doctor away

cops and robbers a short story

Jay Park (EN-)

welcum day!

good friends share

Park Sunghoon

enemies to fuckers

good friends share

Kim Mingyu

welcum day!

the phone call

y/n's sexual adventures a short story

blackmail

a new "friendship" has born

do your (blow)job

gym bros

wet dreams

basketBALLS

Wong Yukhei

happy anniversary!!!

not a birthday cake

ménàge a troi

Na Jaemin

not-so-opposites attract

jae-mean

Winwin

tasty

cruisin' for a fuckin'

Kim Jiwoong

the masseurs

Seok Matthew

Choi Minho

Jung Sungchan

Yangyang

Jackson wang

Jeon Wonwoo

Lee Hoseok

Lee Minhyuk

Lee Jeno

Park Jisung

Park Jinyoung

Hong Seunghan

Lee Juyeon

Lee Sangyeon

Choi Yeonjun

Jake Sim

Choi Beomgyu

[just-some-random-blogger]

nct masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

back to main masterlist | back to kpop masterlist

Drippin’ Ice Cream | 🤸‍♀️ Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten) x Reader

FINISH HIM! | 🤸‍♀️ Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader

Noodle City | 🤸‍♀️🚀🚀🦕 Chef!Wong Yukhei (Lucas) & Noodle Master!Lee Sooman

A Twin Thing | 🍓❄️ Jung Jaehyun x Reader & Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader

Cling Wrap | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Autumn | 🍓❄️❄️🚧🏩🦕 CEO!Jung Jaehyun x Reader & CEO!Kim Jungwoo x Reader Spring [Autumn II] | 🍓❄️🏩 CEO!Jung Jaehyun x Reader & CEO!Kim Jungwoo x Reader

Lollipunch | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Jung Jaehyun x Lee!Reader + Johnny Seo x Lee!Reader

That’s How It Is | ❄️ Jung Jaehyun x Reader & Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Hurt Me, I Don't Care | 🤸‍♀️🎩 no specified pairing

Obra Maestra | 🚧🎩🎩🏩🦕 Art Curator!Nakamoto Yuta x Painter!Reader

Curse Of The Tiger King | 🍓❄️🎩🚧🏩��🍳🍳🦕 King!Jung Jaehyun x Zoologist!Reader

Death By Bagel | 🍓🍓 Culinary Student!Mark Lee x Fashion Design Student!Reader

Connecting Dots | 🍓❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🚧🚧🚧🍳🍳🍳🦕 Philosophy Student!Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Statistics Student!Reader

Everything & Nothing | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🏩🏩🦕  Mafia!Huang Renjun x Art Thief!Reader

Resident Himbo: Operation Heartbreaker | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🚀🍳🦕 Lee Jeno x Reader + Kim Doyoung x Reader

[strangely-amusing]

Delitescent

Characters : Yukhei (Lucas)  x You

Genre : Romance, Soulmate!AU

Wordcount : 5451

Warnings : Curse words

Note: Title probably won’t make sense, but yeah. I said it before, I’m not good at making titles. If you have beautiful words to share, please do! If you have similar names with the ones mentioned in this fic, please understand that i do not mean to offend anyone and the names that i use for the background characters are totally random.  Please do NOT plagiarize. This is an original story, and if you found any similarities with other writings then it is pure coincidence. I hope you all can enjoy this!♡

Delitescent [adj] - concealed; hidden; latent.

“Yukhei!”

The tall guy grinned at the familiar voice, walking over to the table. He high-fived his friends lazily, throwing greetings here and there. He then took a seat on the plastic chair, leaning into the seat. “Sup?”

Johnny shrugged, taking a drag out of his cigarette. “Doyoung almost got arrested last night but that’s all.”

Yukhei snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. “I swear he’s trying to get himself arrested. He always does dumb shits.”

“He’s just trying to get into the officer’s panties, you know. I gotta admit she’s pretty cute.” Yuta chuckled, flicking the end of his cigarette. “but i don’t really fuck with the police.”

Yukhei and Johnny nodded, agreeing with their friend. Yukhei then noticed there was something off and looked around as if he was looking for someone. “Where’s TY hyung?”

Yuta shrugged, offering him a box of cigarette. “have no idea man.”

“Probably with his soulmate.” Johnny said nonchalantly, taking a long drag of his cigarette. Yukhei scoffed at the mention of the word, taking the box from Yuta’s hand. He then took a cigarette and put it in between his lips, taking out a lighter from his jeans pocket. He lit it up and took a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs before breathing out a cloud of smoke into the air.

“There he is, now.” Johnny suddenly said, pointing to a figure walking in their direction. The guy had a smile on his face, which was unusual for him. Yukhei stared at him in wonder, face scrunched up. “What’s with the creepy ass smile?”

Taeyong rolled his eyes and slapped his shoulder, taking a seat beside him. “No need to be rude, geez.”

Yukhei winced in pain, slightly surprised at the impact of the hit. Yuta chuckled, offering the box of cigarette to Taeyong. “Seriously though, what’s wrong with you?”

“No thanks. And I’m just in a good mood today, isn’t it wrong?” Taeyong said calmly, body relaxing onto the chair. Yuta raised his eyebrow, confused that Taeyong declined his offer. Taeyong never turned down cigarettes, this was the first.

“If you’re in such a good mood then why aren’t you smoking? You smoke like, 24/7 man” Yukhei squinted his eyes at him, confused by his unusual behaviour. Taeyong shrugged, taking a sip of Yuta’s soda instead. “Just trying to cut down on the tobacco that’s all.”

Yukhei let out a string of forced laugh, flicking the end of the cigarette. “Bullshit.”

“Did she make you do this?” Yuta questioned, a little bit amused that someone had actually succeeded in restraining Taeyong. Taeyong was a free spirited guy, and he despised any kind of restrain. This was new, and somehow amusing.

Taeyong shrugged as an answer, but the smile on his face told the answer. Yuta shook his head with an amused grin, taking a drag out of his cigarette.

Yukhei watched as one of the wildest and craziest guy he had ever met getting all soft just because the thought of a girl. He scoffed and blew another cloud of smoke into the air. Whipped as fuck.

“Is she that pretty?” Johnny joked, also amused that a girl managed to get Taeyong all soft just by the thought of her.

“I swear she’s the most beautiful person i’ve ever met.” Taeyong replied in a heartbeat, the smile on his face was genuine.

But to Yukhei, It was sickening.

Yukhei rolled his eyes, taking a huff out of his cigarette. He blew a cloud of smoke right onto Taeyong’s face, provoking the elder’s wrath. “the fuck dude?”

He shrugged, the corner of his lips quirking into a smirk. Taeyong squinted his eyes at him, his lips pressed tightly into a thin line. “Just because you don’t believe in soulmate doesn’t mean you have to be rude to those who believe.”

“Soulmates are bullshit, you know that.” Yukhei replied in a flat tone, taking yet another huff out of his cigarette. Taeyong shook his head at the younger’s behaviour, his face scrunched up in disgust. “You’re an asshole.”

Yukhei merely smirked at the insult, blowing another cloud of smoke into the air.

“Damn right I am.”

♡

“Oh my god, did you really meet him yesterday?? Did his words match with the ones on your arm??”

Annoyed, Yukhei purposely put his tray down a tad bit harder, resulting in a rather loud banging noise. But the girls behind him didn’t seem to notice, too busy gushing about their friend’s soulmate.

“I’m a bit confused though, are the words supposed to be the first words our soulmate say to us?” One of the girls asked, looking at her arm in wonder. The other girls rolled their eyes, shaking their heads in disbelief. “No silly! Its the first time you hear their voice, so it doesn’t have to be addressed to you. It could just be when you hear them talking to others.”

“I see! All these years i thought our first meeting is going to be terrible!” The girl said, proceeding to show her friends her inked arm. Yukhei glanced at the girl’s direction, noticing the curse word written on the inside of her wrist. He let out a scoff, shaking his head in disbelief. “Soulmate ain’t shit.”

One of the girls heard him and proceeded to offered him a smile, giving him a pat on the back. “Don’t worry. You’ll find yours soon.”

Yukhei grimaced in disgust when he heard her words, ready to spill insults from his mouth. “Soulmate this, soulmate that, You people are always talking about your goddamn soulmates when no one fuckin’ asks! Don’t you have better things to do than just staring at those goddamn words on your arms all day like a fool?!”

The chattering in the busy restaurant suddenly vanished, Yukhei being the centre of the attention for his sudden outburst. The girl was shocked, and she retracted her hand immediately. Yukhei scoffed, realizing that the spotlight was on him. He then grabbed his wallet and phone from the table, leaving his food untouched. He glared at the girl one more time before leaving, gaze as cold as ice.

“Fuck soulmate.”

Stepping out of the restaurant, he quickly made his way to the nearest fast food chain, stomach still grumbling. He entered and ordered a sandwich, opting to eat it on his way home rather than in the restaurant where unwanted incident like earlier could happen again.

With a BLT in hand, he slowly walked home. Munching on the sandwich, his gaze travelled everywhere. He couldn’t help but to scoff when he saw a couple walking hand in hand, their blushing faces and the sound of their giggles made Yukhei sick. He then quickly threw away his unfinished sandwich, not feeling hungry anymore.

Yukhei fastened his pace, wanting nothing more than just to sleep and take a rest from the seemingly cruel world for awhile.

“I’m home.” Yukhei said in a flat tone as he entered the house. There was no reply, as expected. He locked the door behind him and took off his shoes, an exhausted sigh leaving his parted lips. Today was quite eventful, it almost seemed like everyone around him was rubbing it in his face. Their soulmates, their first meetings, all of the things that Yukhei despised.

He walked to his room, all while cursing out all the people he saw today. He lazily changed his clothes, opting for only a black trainings. He threw himself on top of the bed, recalling this evening’s incident. He groaned, covering his face in embarrassment when he remembers how he basically shouted at a random girl in the middle of a restaurant. He didn’t mean to shout at the poor girl, but her words triggered something in him. Hearing the girl gushing about her soulmate was one thing, but hearing the girl’s words for him was another.

“I’ll find mine soon, she said.” He scoffed, lifting up his arm.

“Fuck soulmate.” He said once again, looking up at his bare, ink-free arm.

♡

It was 8 PM when he finally woke up from his nap. Eyes half lidded, he went to the kitchen to find some food. The house was dark, not a single light was on. He sighed, turning on the lights. “I should’ve turned it on before i slept.”

He opened the fridge and cursed when he found only a bottle of expired coke in the fridge. He loudly shut the fridge, walking back to his room lazily.

He sat down on his bed and grabbed his phone from the night stand, checking for any important calls or texts.

There were 3 texts from his mother, which he immediately ignored. He already knew the message without having to open it, so he deleted the texts as soon as he saw them.  The other 4 texts were from different people, 2 from Yuta and the other 2 from an unknown number. He opened the text from the unknown number first, mildly curious about the text.

Fr : +82-2-5XX-3XX

Hey cutie

Yukhei raised his eyebrow, slightly creeped out. He then re-read the text, trying to recall if he has drunkenly given out his numbers at the club last night. When he was sure he didn’t, he opened the second text.

Fr : +82-2-5XX-3XX

Wanna hang tonight?;)

Yukhei squinted his eyes at the text, now doubting his memory. He then ignored the text and proceed to open the ones from Yuta.

Fr : Bro

I just gave Soojin your number.

“Who the fuck is Soojin??” Yukhei mumbled to himself, trying to recall any Soojin he might know. Confused, he opened Yuta’s second text.

Fr : Bro

She’s kinda dumb, but she’s smokin’ hot, man.

The corner of his lips immediately curved into a wicked grin as he read the text. He didn’t remember knowing any girl named Soojin, but if she was smokin’ hot just like Yuta claimed, then he’ll be on his way in lightning speed. He immediately opened the previous messages and added the numbers to his contact. He licked his lips as he typed in an equally suggestive reply, thoughts already corrupted the minute he read Yuta’s second text. Getting an address in under a minute, he then immediately stood up from his bed, the smirk never leaving his face.

He hastily put on his clothes, grabbing his wallet and phone, and a couple of small foil packaging. Reading the address on his phone once again, he then left the house in a hurry.

♡

“Fuck, Does this chick live in a goddamn cave or what?” Yukhei cursed out, pupils focusing on the small screen of his phone. He had been trying to find the girl’s address for the past 30 minutes, and yet the GPS didn’t help him in any way. The GPS told him that he had already arrived, when in reality he was in the middle of a park in the middle of an unfamiliar neighbourhood. He tried calling the girl numerous times, but it seemed like either she was drunk or just extremely stupid because instead of giving Yukhei the right direction she sent him nudes. He admitted that she was indeed hot, but how was he supposed to do anything about it when he can’t even find her address? Letting out a desperate sigh, he decided to go home. “Fuck it.”

He turned around to head home, a cyclist from the opposite direction passing near him. He paid him no mind and continued to walk, still mumbling about how stupid that chick was.

A loud thud from behind him immediately caught his attention, his head automatically turned to search for the source of the sound. In his sight was the cyclist that he saw earlier, and a girl on the ground. He immediately caught up with what happened and proceed to approach the two. The cyclist saw Yukhei and hurriedly sped off, mumbling a quick apology to the girl. Yukhei gritted his teeth in annoyance, opting to curse him out.

“Asshole!”

Yukhei then watched as the cyclist disappeared into the dark, fingers balled up into a fist. He then heard shuffling sound near his feet and looked down at the figure on the ground. “Oh god, Are you okay?”

You nodded, trying to hold in the piercing pain on your knee. The guy was intimidating, and you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. He looked at you with worried gaze, crouching down to match your height. “I’m Yukhei, I just want to help.”

You nodded, trying to stand up slowly. Yukhei’s hands immediately went to hold your arms, supporting your weight. Yukhei carefully observed you, trying to find any wounds or bruises that might hurt. “Are you hurt?”

You didn’t quite hear him because you were too busy looking around, trying to find the book that you were holding earlier. Yukhei noticed your wandering gaze, instantly looking around as well. “What are you trying to find?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, opting to ignore his question. He stared at you in wonder, mildly annoyed that you basically just ignored him. “Hey I’m just trying to help yo-“

You immediately ran to the bushes near by when you spotted a familiar maroon book, effectively cutting Yukhei off. Yukhei stood there, dumbfounded that he just got ignored by a girl that he just helped not 5 minutes ago. He watched as you carefully picked up your book, face scrunching up in annoyance. “You’re searching for your book. You could’ve just told me you know.”

You looked up at him for the first time, giving him a sheepish smile. Yukhei parted his lips to say something, but found himself stunned at the beauty in front of him. Although the park  was poorly lit and almost half of your face was covered by your bangs, you were easily the most beautiful person he had ever met.

Yukhei met a lot of pretty girls in a daily basis, and all he felt for them was nothing but lust. That might be the result of meeting them in night clubs and bars, but this was new for him. Meeting someone in the park was never his forte. But then again, this was something he didn’t expect to happen.

“Um, well, do you need any help getting home? Its kind of dark, something like that might happen again.” Yukhei offered, his voice a little bit unstable. He cursed silently to himself for almost stuttering, wondering why a girl that he just helped was making him feel this way.

You looked up at him, still a little bit intimidated by his looks. But he just helped me, right?

You nodded after a while, resulting in a smile blooming on Yukhei’s face. Your fear quickly vanished, Yukhei’s smile was turning your impression about him 180°.

You then started to walk, Yukhei following close behind.

“What’s your name?” He awkwardly asked, fiddling with his fingers. This was the first time in such a long time that he had to ask a girl’s name, and he couldn’t help but to feel a tad bit nervous.

You glanced up at him, lips curving into a small smile. He’s actually very cute.

You then pointed at the corner of the book cover, tapping softly on the hard cover. Yukhei leaned closer, trying to read the small word.

“Y...Y/n? Is that correct?” He asked, eyes squinting at the small letters. You nodded, suddenly feeling shy at the close distance between the two of you. Yukhei noticed and immediately stepped away to the side, creating a distance between the two of you.  

He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t help but to feel scared around you. He was scared he might accidentally do something he’ll regret.

All of these feelings were new to him, and it made him slightly confused. Yukhei was a smooth talker but ironically, he found it hard to find interesting topics to discuss with you.

He stared at you in wonder, a part of him amused at the effect you had on him.

She’s different.

♡

You stopped right in front of your house, sighing in relief. Finally.

It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy the past 15 minutes you had spent with Yukhei. He was surprisingly cute, and his cheesy jokes made you smile all the way home. But that was the reason why you wanted to get home as soon as possible. You didn’t want to develop any feelings for him, and it was bad enough that he was literally the definition of your dream guy. The guy of your dreams that somehow helped you and walked you home in the middle of the night? It sounded too good to be true.

You turned around to face Yukhei, offering him a small smile as a sign of gratitude. The smile he had on when he first offered to walk you home was gone, and for a moment you were worried if it was because something that you did.

“If you’re uncomfortable, you could’ve just declined my offer, you know.” He bitterly said, chuckling humourlessly. “I mean, I get it. My arms are covered in tattoos and I reek of cigarettes, but it would be way less offending if you turn down my offer in the first place rather than accepting it but not saying a word during the whole thing.”

You panicked for a moment, wondering how on earth he would think that way. But then you realized that he was a stranger and he didn’t know a thing about you, you should’ve known that this would happen.

You sighed, frustrated that he got it wrong. But to think again, you were the one to blame.

Yukhei heard your sigh and misunderstood it as an answer. “I’ll leave now. Don’t worry about me memorizing your address, I’ll probably forget it the second I set my foot outside.”

Yukhei turned around to leave as soon as possible, but a little tug at his sleeve stopped him. He raised his eyebrow when he found you holding to his sleeve tightly, preventing him to leave. “What are you trying to do?”

You sighed once again, unlocking the front door and gesturing him to come inside. Yukhei raised his eyebrow, confused by your sudden invitation. “Are you sure? I’m basically a stranger, you shouldn’t let me inside.”

Without a doubt, You nodded and stepped inside, taking off your shoes. Yukhei stepped i, still wondering how he managed to get into this situation. “Should i close the door?”

You nodded, walking to the kitchen and leaving him at the front door.

“Is she really letting me inside?” Yukhei mumbled under his breath, closing the door. He knew he could use this opportunity to try to lure you into bed, but he didn’t feel like it. It was odd, considering that the reason he was outside in the park was because he was tryin’ to fuck.

The clinging sound of the glass caught his attention, and he quickly locked the door and made his way to the kitchen.

You were stirring your drinks, the smell of cocoa lingering in the air. Yukhei sat down at the opposite side of the counter, not sure what he was supposed to do. He then took off his leather jacket and put it on the stool beside him. He watched as you finished making the drinks, eyes darting between the mugs and your face.

You then pushed one of the mug towards him. Yukhei slowly took the mug, still unsure about him being in your house. “T-Thanks?”

You smiled and nodded, taking a sip of your own cocoa. Yukhei then took a sip as well, the hot liquid washing the ashy taste of the cigarette left behind. He then gulped down almost half of the mug, liking the way the drink makes him feel all warm. He then put his mug down, a genuine smile decorating his face. “Its hella amazing.”

You chuckled silently at his response, merely nodding. Yukhei was content with the current situation, the hot cocoa, the comfortable atmosphere, and you. But there was still one thing that bothers him.

“Hey... not trying to be rude or anything... but why did you let me in? What are you trying to do exactly?” He asked in a rather small voice, afraid that you might take it the wrong way. You put down your mug and pulled out your phone from your pocket.

Yukhei stared as you typed something in your phone, bewildered that you basically ignored him, for the second time of the day. He was pissed,  ready to lash out his anger. “If you only want to igno-“

You looked up at him and held out your index finger, an indication for him to stay quiet. He opened his mouth to complain, but decided not to as you shot him a glare. “Fine.”

You then nodded and typed in a little more, before giving the phone to Yukhei. He took the phone from your hand, eyes full of doubt. He then looked down at the cracked screen of your phone, trying to read the small letters.

You waited as he read the little message that you wrote for him, taking yet another sip of your cocoa. Yukhei then put the phone down on the counter, eyes wide and jaw hung open. “Y-You’re mute?? Oh god I’m so fuckin-“

You shook your head in his poor choice of words, instantly shutting him up. Yukhei covered his face with his hands, groaning. “God i’m such a jerk.”

You watched closely as he continued to curse himself, amused by his reactions.

“I just--Oh god I’m so sorry for assuming shits.” Yukhei groaned, too embarrassed by his previous words to look at you in the eyes. You tried to cut him off to say that it’s okay, because it wasn’t even his fault to begin with. But Yukhei didn’t stop, still cursing himself for being so ignorant.

You decided to wait until he’s done, finding it fruitless to try to interrupt him. You then took the time to observe him from head to toe, blushing slightly when you take a good look at his face. He was attractive, that was a fact. But there was something about him that draws you in, and you weren’t sure if it was his eyes, his jaw or his arms. You didn’t know why but somehow his arms caught your gaze. His arms were veiny and there were small tattoos here and there, but there was something off and you couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Y/n? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

You looked up at his face, slightly embarrassed that he just caught you ogling his arms. You shook your head with a sheepish smile on your face, silently apologizing for not paying attention.

Yukhei noticed that you were looking at his arms and automatically looked down at his arms as well, trying to find what it is that catches your attention. “Are you looking at my tattoos?”

You shrugged, not really knowing how to answer his question. You were technically looking at his tattoos but at the same time you weren’t because his tattoos weren’t exactly the thing that you were looking for.

Yukhei raised his eyebrow at your response, the last thing in his mind now at the tip of his tongue. “Were you... by any chance... looking for my soulmate mark?”

You blushed madly, surprised that he actually managed to guess it right. Before you could reply however, he covered his arm protectively. His expression turned sour, and his gaze turned murderous. “Just so you know, I don’t believe in soulmates.”

You were taken aback by his defensive response, slightly scared by his predator gaze. You glanced at his now covered arm and something clicked in your mind. He doesn’t have a mark, that’s why he is being so bitter.

You stared at the guy in front of you with pity, now understanding his sudden change of behaviour. Although some people were born with no marks, the condition was rare. Very rare that only less than 1% of the world’s population suffered from the condition. You knew this because your mother used to be one of them. Since you were young, the word on your arm always made you upset. Every time you feel sad, she would always tell you how she lives in constant fear of not having a soulmate for 2 decades. Luckily, at the age of 24 she finally got her mark.

But not everyone was as lucky as her. In some cases, some people stayed with no marks all their lives. No one knew why it happened, but then again no one could explain the mysterious mark on their arms either.

There was a possibility that Yukhei haven’t got his mark yet, but judging from the guy’s toxic mind-set about soulmates, he probably wouldn’t care when he got one.

The atmosphere turned uncomfortable, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. You then silently typed in something into your phone, attempting to cheer him up. Yukhei refused to take the phone from your hand when you offered him the phone, so you decided to play it out loud.

“I’m sorry, I just thought that your soulmate must be so lucky to have you as their soulmate.” The robotic woman voice blasted from the speaker of your phone.  

Yukhei looked up at your face with confusion written all over his face. “You don’t even know me.”

You shrugged, typing in yet another response. “I don’t, but i do have feelings that you’re a great person. And my guess is usually correct.”

Yukhei scoffed at your cheesy response, but a moment later cracked a smile, shaking his head in disbelief. “Well, if you say so.”

You grinned in delight, happy that you succeeded in making him smile. You then typed in another response, carefully picking your words. You then put the phone down and played it out. “To be honest, I think that having your arm bare is better than having your arm with a mark like mine.”

Yukhei stared in wonder as you proceeded to rolled up your sleeves, showing him the word written on your arm.

ASSHOLE

Yukhei chuckled when he read the word on your arm, imagining how embarrassing it must’ve been to have such a word embedded on your arm. You chuckled along with him, staring at the word on your arm.

“Wow what a shitty soulmate that you have there.” He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. You couldn’t help but to agree with him, the word on your arm had been causing troubles since literally the day you were born.

“I guess you’re right. Yours is pretty embarrassing.” Yukhei said, still chuckling. His laughter slowly died down, and his mind wandered. He then looked at you and found his lips curving upwards into a smile. “This might sound weird since we just met like half an hour ago, but I’m so glad I met you.”

You chuckled, not knowing what else to respond to his unexpected confession. You mouthed him a “Me too” as an answer, blushing profusely.

“I don’t know, its just that i feel like you’re different, you know?” He continued, but then added an explanation quickly. “Not because you can’t speak, don’t get me wrong.”

You shook your head, a small smile decorating your face. You knew he didn’t mean it like that, and even if he did it didn’t really offend you since you were different from other people and it wasn’t something bad, you were perfect just the way you were.

Yukhei couldn’t stop staring at you, not even trying to hide the fact that he adores what he sees. His mind wandered to the moments earlier, when he first saw you. For a moment he got a little bit pissed, remembering the cyclist that hit you over and just left you on the ground. But then he tensed up. He then slowly looked up at you, eyes wide.  

You noticed the lack of joy in his expression, confused by his sudden change of mood. You quickly mouthed, “Is something wrong?”

Yukhei gulped. “Remember when you got hit by that cyclist earlier?”

You nodded, wondering why he suddenly wants to talk about it. Yukhei bit his lips, looking up at you with hopeful gaze.  “Don’t you remember what i said?”

Confused, you scrunched up your face. You then shook your head, genuinely confused by the direction of the conversation. Yukhei let out a low groan, pinching the bridge of his nose.  

“Oh my god, I am your shitty soulmate!”

Your eyes widened as you quickly looked down at your arm, jaw hanging open upon the realization. He IS my shitty soulmate!

You looked down at the word on your arm, then at his face. So he’s the one who gave me this mark!

You looked up at him with a wide smile on your face, delighted that you finally found your soulmate, although a part of you wanted to punch him so bad because of the mark he gave you. Yukhei ran his fingers through his hair, laughing breathily. “That’s why i have no soulmate mark... it makes sense now.”

Seeing his adorable joyful expression, you decided you could punch him later on. You couldn’t help but to smile along with him, the lively atmosphere was making you all warm inside.

Yukhei stared at his bare arm, now smiling instead of frowning like he used to. “All these time i thought i’m a lonely piece of ass, I didn’t even realize the possibility behind the lack of mark that i have.”

His gaze then landed on you, who were still looking down at your arm with a goofy smile. His expression softened as he saw your smile, heart beating faster at such sight. “Hey.”

You looked up at him, a smile decorating your face. Yukhei chuckled, slightly blushing because of how beautiful you looked. “Look I know this might be weird since we literally just met..”

You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as your heartbeat accelerated, patiently waiting for the rest of his sentence.

Yukhei let our a rather sheepish laugh, still not believing how ridiculous your first meeting is. “I’m so sorry for marking your skin with such an inappropriate word.”

You broke into a wide smile at his remark, shrugging. You then typed in a response into your phone, playing it out loud. “Its better now that i have a heroic story behind it.”

Yukhei covered his face in embarrassment, chuckling lowly. “What kind of hero gives his soulmate an awful mark??”

“You.” The robotic voice blasted from the speaker, making Yukhei looks up at you. He then shook his head, his lips stretching into a wide grin. “I’m no hero, You know that.”

You raised your eyebrow, smiling playfully as you quickly typed in another reply. “You kinda are, but go off i guess.”

Yukhei chuckled at your response and unconsciously pinched your cheeks, his hand felt cold against your skin. You blushed at the sudden physical contact but made no attempt to hide it, he was your soulmate after all.

His laughter died down, but his hand remained still. The room was quiet, but there was no need of words when you were connected by hearts.

Although you liked the physical contact so much, you decided that it would be better for the two of you to bond over something.

You then typed in a sentence into your phone, playing it out loud for him to hear.

“Horror movies?”

Yukhei chuckled loudly, pinching your cheeks once again. “God, you really are my soulmate.”

Your lips curved into a smile as you stood up to grab a few snacks from the fridge, gesturing him to come over and help you. He was about to stand up when his phone vibrated, and he quickly pulled it out. There was 1 new message from Yuta.

Fr : Bro

How was she?

For a moment Yukhei was having a hard time remembering the person Yuta was referring to, You being the only person in his mind right now. But then he remembered the reason why he was walking in an unfamiliar park in the first place. He then glanced at you, who were preparing snacks, and glanced down at the screen of his phone. His lips curved into a grin as he typed in a short reply. He then put his phone in silent mode and put it in the counter before joining you in the kitchen.

To : Bro

I’m so glad she’s dumb.

[bebetae]

angels like you | wong yukhei / lucas

ALL TITLE BANNERS DRAWN AND DESIGNED BY ME. DO NOT STEAL. PHOTOS OF MEMBERS USED ARE NOT OWNED BY ME. CREDIT TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER.

Part of the playlist series!

Genre: smut, fluff, some angst but not really

Pairing: college!au, brother’s best friend au, badboy!lucas x f reader

Word count: 12k

Synopsis: You’re Mark’s little sister, Lucas’ best friend. With a reputation like his, it’s only natural he wouldn’t want to get involved with you, the innocent girl he’d do anything for to protect. He would ruin you, but maybe you wanted to be corrupted by him.

Rating: 18+ NSFW WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT

Inspired by the song "Angels Like You” by Miley Cyrus

i don’t know why but i was listening to Harry Styles’ entire discography for a majority of my time writing this.

Warnings: corruption kink, smoking, alcohol, swearing, tattoos, mild invasion of personal space, smut, protected sex, oral, semi-public sex, loss of virginity, use of “princess” and “baby” a bit too much

All his life, Lucas knew there was something wrong with him. Not physically or mentally, no. Just a little nagging part of him that, no matter how hard he resisted, always managed to overtake the sensible side of him. He was his own worst enemy.

His fists stayed busy and his chest burned with every drop of alcohol or puff of smoke, all to dull the pain he felt somewhere far deeper than the surface of physical harm. His skin was inked to cope with every heartbreak, a tattooed masterpiece of disappointment and ruined expectations. But life can never be perfect, no one can have everything they desire. Lucas traded attentional satisfaction for the care he really needed. He’ll always be in the center of a crowd of people who know nothing more than his name.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to wonder how he managed to befriend the carefree, humorous Mark Lee, but sometimes opposites attract. In many ways they both needed each other to survive the cruel demands adolescent society imposed on them.

Mark was your older brother by exactly 22 months. Unfortunately, as you would often say. But all jokes aside, he was a good brother who always cared about you. Teased and annoyed you whenever he could, yes, but that’s just what brothers do. What they don’t do, though, is tell their sister that they have a hot new college best friend.

Initially, you were excited to move in with your brother. His old roommate, Taeil, graduated last year leaving his old room to you. But it proved to be a lot harder than you had anticipated, and it was silly of you to think so optimistically.

“Mark, I swear, if I see your dirty laundry on the bathroom floor again I’m going to burn whatever’s there!” you shouted from the first floor, up to the loft area where your bedrooms were located. You did not need his sweat-infused clothes stinking up the entire home.

But, in typical brotherly fashion, he completely ignored you and you received no response. You sighed, flipping off nothing but innocent air as you head to the kitchen to grab your abandoned cup of coffee. You nearly dropped it a second later from the booming voice entering through your doorway.

“Honey! I’m home!” someone cheered exaggeratedly, bursting in like they lived here. Was there another roommate that Mark didn’t tell you about?

A boy came walking in, tall with tattoos covering the expanse of his arms. He let the door shut behind him, took off his shoes, and ran his hands through his hair before he looked up and made eye contact with you. Finally, he realized you were there.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t know Mark had company,”

“That’s my sister you dumbass, I literally told you she was moving in today,” your brother snapped, walking down the spiral staircase down from the loft where the bedrooms were. “You were probably too fucking high to remember,”

“Not true,” the boy defended, walking up to the kitchen island you were sitting at and leaning forward on his arms. “I’m Lucas,”

There was a certain aura exuding off this man that you couldn’t quite place, but in all honesty, it intimidated you. He intimidated you. You waved at him shyly, giving your name and nothing else. Lucas stared at you unemotionally for a second longer, before humming to himself and leaving you to walk up to your brother.

“You didn’t forget about tonight, did you?” he asked, and Mark shook his head.

“How could I forget about the first party of the year?” Mark scoffed, dismissing his friend and spoke to you. “Sorry about him, he doesn’t actually live here. He just knows the passcode,” you nodded your head in understanding, but you had lingering curiosity in you.

“So there’s a party tonight?” you wondered.

“Yeah, and you’re coming,” Mark responded, making your eyes widen at him. Wait, you didn’t ask because you wanted to go. You were just trying to keep the conversation going. “Don’t make that face at me, this is your opportunity of a lifetime! It’s time for your college debut as Mark’s sister,”

“Oh please,” Lucas said, and you both looked over at him slumped against the cushions of your couch. “Don’t be so full of yourself,”

“Yeah, yeah. Be ready in 30,”

~

You emerged out of your room at the designated time, heading downstairs to find Lucas in his same exact spot, and Mark was nowhere to be found. He didn’t hear you come down at first, and you stood silently for a second, debating whether you should say anything. He was scrolling on his phone, and with the opportunity to study him, you truly noticed how good looking he was.

“Are you just going to keep standing there?” Lucas asked, glancing up from his phone, his eyes immediately landing on you. “I don’t bite,”

You had a feeling that was a lie.

“Uh, where’s Mark?” you asked, trying to force down the blush creeping up your neck. That was embarrassing.

“He went to go get Yuna. She lives down the hall,” he replied, locking his phone and crossing his arms in front of his chest. His stare was strong and had a certain weight to it, crushing down on you.

“Are they dating?” you knew that you should have probably known if your own brother had a girlfriend or not, but the two years that Mark was up in college meant a lot of time spent with little interaction. In that time you had become unacquainted with the happenings of his social and personal life, and you hoped that moving in with him would rekindle the sibling relationship that you two used to have.

“Not really. He likes her, though,” Just then, the padlock made its usual beeping sound and in walked Mark followed by a beautiful girl with a bright smile. You were glad they entered when they did, the conversation with Lucas starting to become unbearably awkward.

Yuna walked in comfortably, giving Lucas a small wave before you caught her eye. She introduced herself to you, grabbing your hand warmly. You could see why your brother liked her, she was both gorgeous, and kindly sociable. You talked to her for a bit, discussing what you were going to be majoring in and such, before it was announced that the four of you were going to leave. You were nervous, but it seemed like you were in good company.

So good, that upon arriving at the party venue, it seemed as if everyone there knew the three of them.

“Ayo, Mark!” a boy called from near the abundance of coolers, his shirt unbuttoned and a drink already in hand. Mark and Lucas head over to him, greeting a group of boys, and Yuna took it upon herself to take you under her wing. She didn’t seem to have anyone who she was concrete friends with, but instead she greeted everyone in an acquainted manner, introducing you to them as Mark’s sister, Y/n. Apparently, the prefacing label was a big deal to them, and soon word was going around that Mark had a little sister, and she showed up looking good.

“So, how did you meet my brother?” you asked Yuna, finding yourself becoming more comfortable talking to her. She seemed like someone you could truly become good friends with, if given the chance.

“Well, we live in the same apartment complex, and we just naturally got close,” she explained. The two of you were sitting next to each other, on one of the small benches surrounding the large bonfire pit in the center, watching the boys play sand volleyball, which was really just them playfully wrestling each other for the ball even if they were on the same team. You had learned some of the names of their friends, but it was hard for you to keep track with the sheer amount of them.

Your conversation fell silent for a brief moment, and your eyes naturally gravitated toward the boy you had yet to grow accustomed to. At some point, Lucas had tossed his shirt to the side and was now showcasing his lean torso.

“And what about Lucas? How did him and Mark become friends?” you asked Yuna, turning to her and seeing her mood shift. A small smile blessed her lips, and she chuckled to herself.

“I’m not quite sure, but they’re really close. They’re like soulmates, those two. Can I let you in on a little secret?” she asked, and your ears perked in interest, nodding your head.

“I might have a little crush on Lucas,”

You swallowed the gasp that almost escaped you. You tried to keep your facial expression neutral, her confession feeling like a punch in your gut. Didn’t Lucas say Mark liked Yuna? Talk about a love triangle.

“Oh,” you replied, a short response. You didn’t say anything about it afterwards, the burden of knowledge making it hard for you to speak on the topic. You felt bad for your brother, but there was another part of you that struggled with the information as well. You couldn’t quite place it.

“I don’t know how to go about anything with that boy, though. He’s not necessarily the most approachable person, if you haven’t noticed,” Yuna continued, her eyes fondly trailing Lucas as he cheered over the point his team had just won.

“Yuna!” someone called from behind where the two of you were sitting, and Yuna apologetically smiled at you and she promised to be back soon. She walked away, and right as she did, someone took her spot.

“Hey beautiful,” the man said, and you looked over at him uncomfortably. You could smell the alcohol on him, but you were too lost for words to ask him to leave, so instead you just politely nodded at him and looked at the sand beneath your feet.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” he asked, taking another swig from the beer bottle in his hand. You still didn’t respond, and he chuckled lowly beside you. There was nothing going through your head. No means to escape, nothing to say to ask him to leave, and you wished you had more self advocacy. You glanced down and watched as his hand was reaching out for your leg, when someone interrupted.

"Time to leave, buddy," you looked up at the voice, and was both surprised yet relieved to see that someone had come to your rescue. Your eyes met Lucas' steely ones, and his expression was unreadable, yet annoyance oozed out of his tone as he spoke again. "And don't fucking touch her,"

"Hey, hey. Relax, we were just having a nice conversation," the man said, throwing his hands up in a surrendering position. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, though, as he watched the boy in front of him progressively lose his patience. This was all a fun, entertaining game for him. "Right, babe?"

One second the drunken man was beside you, the next he was being pulled up by his collar. It seemed like the party had finally taken notice, everyone watching as Lucas, infamous for being non-confrontational, was looking ready to punch his face in.

Normally, he couldn't be bothered by the average dumbass at a party, but here he was, inserting himself into a situation he wasn't a part of whatsoever. He was face to face with the man, his brows furrowed and it took little effort for him to hold the shorter man up on his toes.

"Leave," there was nothing left to be said, and the guests were silent as the man scoffed obnoxiously, yet walked away all the same. You continued to stare at Lucas with a look of bewilderment.

"Thank you," you said, letting him reel you in with the eye contact you began to think was a charming point of his. There was nothing that could help you escape the depth of his eyes, even if the world crumbled around you. But something was different, as if there was a shift in the way he looked at you. There was something there that wasn't present before, and something that had left. He nodded at you, his jaw clenching into a blade illuminated in the burning light of the fire behind him, but he left without a word.

A lot of speculations could be made from that interaction, and it was likely that none of them were true, but people believed whatever they wanted to. And right now, it wasn't hard to convince themselves that something was going on between Mark Lee's best friend, and Mark Lee's sister.

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After just one night, you had become a hot topic with anyone who knew someone that was at the party the day before. Lucas was already a talking point all on his own, and now there was finally someone in his previously empty picture. The secrecy of everything concerning him was what drew so many people in, and finally, after two years, there was something to feed the insatiable hunger everyone craved. Lucas Wong saved you, and apparently it was a big fucking deal. Girls asked one another what it was about you that was so special, while boys snuck glances at each other as if they knew exactly why. All the attention did nothing to curve your shy personality.

For you, while it was clear you had no idea where Lucas stood on this situation, you didn't even know how you felt about it yourself. In one sense, it was pleasantly foreign to have the spotlight on you, but at the same time, you barely knew the guy, and it seemed like no one else did either.

For nearly a week, you didn't catch sight of the boy whose name seemed to follow yours in everyone else's sentences. You didn't know him well enough for there to be a void with his absence, but Mark couldn't say the same.

"Why has he been so flakey lately?" he sighed, hanging up the same voicemail he'd been hearing for days. You avoided looking anywhere near him, knowing there was a big fat elephant in the room. Mark ran his hand through his hair, glancing over at you.

"Look, I know what everyone's been saying, but we both know it's not true, and that's all that matters. Don't feel like you have to hide behind a rumor," you knew he was right, and while you appreciated his advice, it was always easier for you to give in to the shadows. Not everyone could be complacent like him, even his own sister.

Mark could still see the doubt in your face, and he sighed for the umpteenth time that week.

"Do you want to come with me? The boys are meeting up at the freshmen's place," you finally looked over at him, seeing the comforting look on his face. You knew he was trying his best to help you out, which is what prompted you to agree. You might not have wanted to, but you knew you didn't have the freedom to be your old self anymore. It was time for you to break out of your shell.

The house was somewhat big, and Mark explained to you that all the boys in the house were in the same year as you, but they knew some of the older boys from high school, inserting themselves into the friend group. As you followed him up the pathway and to the front door, you thought your heart might explode.

The door swung open, and you recognized the boy from the party last weekend.

"Renjun!" Mark cheered, pulling him into a man-hug. The boy waved at you, an unassuming smile on his face. Maybe you were worrying for nothing.

You walked in, observing the simple house silently, feeling a bit out of place as everyone greeted your brother while you stood next to him. Be social, Y/n. Socializing is key.

You didn't even manage to get a word out before someone walked in and the entire group exploded.

"Well look who actually showed up,"

Lucas closed the door behind him, chuckling at the outburst he caused from his mere presence. Turning to look at him, immediately you noticed that there was something that seemed a little different about him, but you didn't know exactly what had changed.

It was more of a chill, calm get-together rather than a party, just a group of friends all hanging out together. It was a bit unnerving that you were the only girl, and you wished you had brought Yuna along, but no one really seemed to care all that much.

There seemed to be two unspoken requirements to fit in with the group. One, you had to be undoubtedly attractive, and two, you had to have a personality. There were a lot of variations to the second rule. There were less of them than there were at the beach, and it gave you a better chance to get to know a few of them on a more personable level. You found that they made it easy to loosen up around them. You were particularly comfortable around the ones in the same year as you, you and Donghyuck trading banter as you utilized the witty skills you'd developed over years of surviving in the same household as Mark. Jeno laughed hysterically at nearly every response you gave.

You were so preoccupied arguing with the boys about which breed of dog looked most like each boy, that you didn't notice a certain someone slipping away from the congregation room, even when you walked away to find the bathroom Jaemin had only given you vague directions to.

You searched through the doors through the first floor, and you finally stumbled upon the bathroom, and nearly jumped out of your skin when you opened the door to an invasion of smoke. Your first instinct was to think the house was on fire, but you realized someone was in there, none other than Lucas. Predictable.

The cigarette dangled from his fingers lazily, and he didn't even flinch when you unexpectedly burst through the door. He was leaning back against the sink, and he didn't bother to glance at you.

"Oh, sorry. I'll leave--"

"No need, I'm getting out," he interrupted. You watched his long strands of hair fall over his eyebrows as he looked down to put the bud out on the bottom of his shoe, throwing it into the small metal trash can beside him. For the first time since you met Lucas, you noticed he wasn’t trying to meet your eyes. Somehow, it seemed like he was shy in his own minuscule way, or rather, not as bold as he usually seemed.

You remembered thinking that something seemed just a bit off about him earlier that night, and like always, the longer you observed him the more you could see. He was like an intricate painting, with more to discover and unearth with every proper look. Up close, you could see the subtle bags under his eyes, the droop in his shoulders, and the slowness of his movements. He moved to walk past you, but you grabbed onto his arm with an abruptness that surprised even you. His arm in your grip tensed, and he snapped his head to you in mild confusion. You mustered up all your courage just to speak, but you found most of your motivation from your concern.

"A-are you feeling alright? You don't look too well," He said nothing, the thick layer of silence ringing inside of your head. It went on for so long that you almost opened your mouth again to apologize until he finally replied.

"I'm fine,"

And with that, he removed his forearm and walked out briskly. He didn't go back to his friends, simply walking out the door without so much as a goodbye, got in his car, and drove away. The radio was turned off, the air condition was blasting, and Lucas pretended not to notice the tremble in his hands. He ignored the simple fact of what had just happened.

You were the first person to ask how he was doing. Not what he was doing, not who he was doing, you wanted to know if he was feeling okay. You did something no one else had before. You saw straight through him.

~

When you had emerged back from the bathroom, you immediately identified the missing person who seemingly left. You couldn't say you were surprised, but you were admittedly a bit disappointed. Clearly he had lied to you, but maybe it wasn't your place to ask such a question in the first place. You had to keep reminding yourself that you were in no position to care about a guy you just met.

And you thought that would be enough confrontation to last you a good month or so, until you sat in the passenger's seat of Mark's car and was thrown another curveball.

"Why did Lucas leave like that?" your brother asked, not even turning the engine on. He just sat there, staring straight forward at the wheel in front of him. Your breath snagged in your throat, being thrown completely off guard.

"I don't know,"

"Come on, sis. I know you two must have ran into each other. Don't you think I deserve to know?" He was right, of course, and you knew in reality nothing really came out of the interaction, so why were you so hesitant to say anything to him?

"I don't know what you're expecting me to say, but nothing happened. He was in the bathroom when I opened the door, he walked out, and I didn't know he left the house until I came back out," A small part of you was annoyed that you even had to explain yourself to him. "So if you want to know why he left, you can go and ask Lucas yourself,"

Mark was silent for a moment, as if debating between trusting your word or not.

"You know, I don't want you to think I'm judging you, because I'm not. If you say nothing happened, then I believe you. The only reason I'm asking is because I care, Y/n,”

He rested his head on the back of his seat, settling something within himself.

“I know he’s my best friend, and I love him like a brother, but at the end of the day, he’s not. He’s not my brother, you’re my sister, and that means I have to start learning how to remember that sometimes. This is me remembering, right now.” He looked over at you, for the first time since he started the conversation, the look on his face more serious than you’d ever seen it in your entire life. Gone was the normal, happy, laughing Mark. This was a part of him that hadn’t appeared until now.

“Lucas isn’t right for you, Y/n. I don’t know if you need to hear that or not, I don’t know if there really is absolutely nothing going on, but he just can’t. He can’t be the one for you. And I know how everyone else idolizes him, they put him up on this big fucking pedastal and somehow erases all other aspects of him, but I know him too well. I’ll always see him as a good friend, but I just couldn’t sit by if he pursued my little sister. Promise you won’t involve yourself with him,”

“Okay, Mark. Okay,” you whispered, getting the message. The car was started and you finally started heading home, but it was silent the entire time, neither of you having anything else to say. You were left to your conflicting thoughts, trying to erase any ounce of infatuation you may have initially had. If only it was as easy as it sounds.

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You couldn’t miss the staggering amount of dirty looks you received throughout just one day on campus. It was bad enough that you were associated with Lucas, but now you were parading around with his friends, too. And if you didn’t have a big fat crush on the notorious bad boy, you liked one of his many, many friends. It didn’t blow over very well with the female student body.

“I just don’t understand why I’m the bad guy,” you complained, stirring your coffee miserably. You were seated in the campus cafe with your usual companions, Jeno, Jaemin and Donghyuck, and they only looked at your tortured state with amused expressions.

“It’s the curse of having handsome friends,” Donghyuck boasted, making a cocky face.

“I do? I don’t see them,” you made a show of searching the restaurant around you, cracking their egos just a bit. But not enough, because all of you knew you were lying.

Jeno heaved a big sigh next to you, and everyone turned to the boy as he stared down at his phone.

“Uh, what’s wrong?” Jaemin asked, treading into the world of boyish angst.

“It’s pineapple,” Jeno replied, and his two friends gave understanding nods. You looked around at the three of them confusedly, laughing outright.

“You guys have code names? What is this, middle school?”

“Hey! Don’t judge us. We never know who may be listening,” Jeno defended, but his cheeks were slightly tinged with pink. He looked around, dramatically searching the premises, before motioning everyone to lean in close so he could whisper. “Lina’s back seeing that stupid guy, you know, the one with the crusty hair. Rumor has it she’s going to be at the party tomorrow,”

It truly amazed you how these boys could go to parties every single weekend, the four of you only two months into college and they had already adopted the college party lifestyle. You couldn’t say the same yourself, claiming more rainchecks than attendances.

Donghyuck and Jaemin looked at each other for a split second, a silent conversation happening between the two, before they turned back.

“We have a plan,” Donghyuck stated, an excited grin on his face. “You need to make her jealous,”

“And how exactly would I do that?” Jeno asked, looking at his friends blankly.

“Ah, must you be so incredibly dense?” Jaemin sighed, speaking to his friend in a slow, baby-addressing tone. “Get a girl, act like you’re okay without pineapple, make her realize the mistake she made, problem solved!”

“Who should it be, though? Any girl I ask would probably get too into it,” Jeno reasoned, and you nodded your head in agreement. You didn’t expect the two boys in front of you to slowly turn their heads towards you.

“Me?” You must’ve been too loud, because the three shushed you like you were still in a bubble of confidentiality. You rolled your eyes, bringing your voice down to a whisper again. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I don’t necessarily have, how do I say this, the skills to do this,”

“Oh please,” Jaemin scoffed, looking over at you. “You’re the ‘it’ girl. Who better to make Lina jealous?”

“It’s pineapple,”

~

You found yourself at the party. How pathetic. This was so unlike you, but then again, the person you used to be didn’t quite feel like you anymore. If your childhood friends saw you now, they would surely question if you were truly the girl they used to know. You tried to tell yourself that it was a good thing, your daily mantra. It was already a bit into the swing of the party when Donghyuck appeared in front of you and Jaemin near the drink table, looking as if he had just run a marathon to get to you.

“She’s here, operation fruit salad is underway,”

Jaemin abandoned his cup on the table and grabbed your shoulders, pushing you frantically toward the living room where your partner in crime stood nervously. You felt bad for Jeno, who looked like he was ready to abandon ship, and you grabbed his hand comfortingly. Time to put on a show.

The girl you assumed to be Lima walked through the archway leading away from the foyer entrance, and Donghyuck used his loud voice to call over the noise of the party.

“Truth or dare, losers!”

When the four of you were mapping out the plan, you had asked them if this could completely backfire and random people started playing the game instead of Lina, but they quickly shut down your concerns. Apparently, for the past four years, it was an unspoken rule that truth or dare concerning their group was pretty much exclusive, and everyone knew whether they were welcome or not. You were skeptical, as it seemed too hierarchic to be true, but here you were, sitting between Jeno and Jaemin, looking around at the participants and realizing they were right. You recognized every single face in the group, which really said something considering you made no efforts to befriend anyone else.

You all situated yourselves in a circle, carelessly taking up most of the space in the living room, drawing a bit of attention from the other guests. It was like a TV show, the way there was an audience. Donghyuck searched around for his first prey, assuming everyone who wanted to play had sat down, when he was interrupted.

“Wait, I’m playing too,” Lucas cut in, sitting himself down next to Taeyong who looked over at him surprised, as did everyone else. Jeno leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“He never plays, this is his debut,” You giggled at his choice of words, and you glanced to the side to make sure Lina was paying attention to the two of you. She darted her eyes away, and Jaemin nudged your knee so he could throw a thumbs up discreetly between the two of you.

“Yuta, truth or dare?” Donghyuck started, a mischievous grin on his face. It seemed like anything Yuta picked, he’d have something interesting in store for him.

“Dare,” Yuta said unconfidently.

“Hm, I dare you to jump into the pool, right now,”

“Not the pool,” Yuta pleaded. “We haven’t cleaned that thing in like a year,”

“Dare’s a dare,” the group chorused synchronously. The poor boy sighed, emptying his pockets and dashing towards the sliding door out to the back, everyone cringing yet cheering as he made a large splash in the discolored water. He returned with a towel wrapped around him.

The game continued, various dares committed and secrets dished out, and it had yet to be your turn. You weren’t missing in action, though, progressively getting more into the character you needed to play. You and Jeno must’ve been pretty convincing, because even some of the other boys were giving the two of you spare glances. You hoped this was working, because it took a lot to sell it.

Wrapped up in the act, you didn’t notice someone giving a few more looks than most. Lucas couldn’t help but watch you as you touched Jeno’s arm, or leaned into him in laughter, or let him whisper something to you. He felt nothing, nothing nagging with annoyance or jealousy, just plain interest. If he had nowhere else to look, his eyes would always find you. Somehow, he could tell there was more to it than everyone may think.

Doyoung had just finished taking a shot of whatever mixture Ten had concocted for him, gagging a bit but forcing it down impressively. Then, Doyoung’s attention turned to Lucas himself.

“Truth or dare,”

“Truth,” Lucas decided nonchalantly, a few sounds of disappointment sounding through the crowd. There was a notable increase in size of people watching the events unfolding, bringing a greater amount of pressure to each of the players. They were all waiting for the main event happening right now.

Doyoung thought hard for a good moment, trying to decide just what question would be deemed worthy to ask Lucas, even corresponding with Johnny, claiming he needed to ‘phone a friend’. While everyone else was on the edge of their seats, Lucas was unphased by the suspense of it all.

“Okay, okay. Who in this room--literally anyone--do you hate the most?” The rumble of murmuring sounded about the crowd, everyone curious to get even a little bit of insight into the mind of the boy that seemed to feel nothing. Lucas didn’t ponder for even a second before he responded.

“Myself,”

The party went silent, everyone letting his answer sink in. A chill ran through you, and you looked at the boy sitting directly across from you with pity. Maybe he was just a pretty face with a broken soul. You knew there was something in him, something behind his many closed doors, and maybe you were finally starting to dive deep into it. Despite trying to step away from his black hole, the fleeting insight he gave only worked to suck you back in.

In contrast to the reaction he received, Lucas seemed calm, as always, leaning forward onto with his forearms resting on his knees.

“My turn, right?” he asked, Doyoung nodding, and Lucas took one hand and rubbed it on his chin in thought. His head was tilted downwards, but his eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“Y/n, truth or dare?”

The entire party was hanging on a thread, everyone holding their breath in either anticipation or shock. He made an otherwise unexpected move, yet it was so predictable it wasn’t a surprise once you thought it over. You could see in his eyes that he was trying to see how you would react, and you were determined not to give in to the intensity. You would meet him up there even if you were scared inside.

“Dare.”

The thickness of the air was stifling, yet you felt like it was the first time in your life that you were breathing. Right then, you were alive.

Lucas smothered the twitch in the corner of his lips, keeping his cool. He liked where this was going.

“I dare you to kiss me,”

Check mate. That was his killing move, and it was at your expense.

“Absolutely not,” Mark declared, shutting down the idea at first mention. He looked between the two of you, at everyone watching, and no one barely gave him a second glance. It wasn’t about him, it was about the two of you.

All of your surroundings faded away. All you could see was Lucas, and all you could hear were your thoughts. He was testing you. It was time for you to make your next move. He was the king, but you were the queen. His single move would drown in the leaps you could make across the expanse of the chess board.

You stood, walking over to him and squatting down to meet him face to face. Your arms were slung lazily in front of you, making no move to touch him, and you simply stared at him. He narrowed his eyes just slightly, waiting for you to do something. Anything.

You tilted your head, brushing your fingers through your hair, letting the eye contact sit in the pocket of silence. You should’ve been scared, you should’ve been too shy to do any of this at all, but there was no hesitation in you. The spontaneity of it all fused with the adrenaline to create the perfect storm of a vixen in you.

You looked down at his lips, back up to his eyes, leaning in for the moment everyone had been waiting for. Lucas held his breath, an action only you could hear, and your hooded eyes watched his as they closed. Your lips reached out for his, closer and closer, until they didn’t. You stopped, just millimeters separating the two of you, delaying what he had been sitting there for in the first place. When he only felt your breath on his lips, his eyes slid open, realizing just what had happened. He was caught waiting for a kiss that never came.

Lucas knew what you were doing. He knew full well, yet he still couldn’t accept it. He came into this thinking it would work out for him, and he didn’t expect for you to take the reins, but now that you were, he smiled. He could have gotten annoyed, he could have given up and walked away, but he smiled and chuckled to himself. Right in your face, he laughed, before giving in and crashing his lips into yours himself.

You outplayed the game master.

A lot of things happened in a very short amount of time. Mark walked out of the room, the crowd cheered, and your lips were sealed against none other than the man of the hour himself. They were surprisingly softer than you had anticipated, and the thought made you smile into him, and you knew he wasn’t as hard and tough as he always tried to be. He nipped your bottom lip before pulling away erotically slow.

“I thought you said you didn’t bite,” you whispered, and that was all it took for Lucas to jump onto the train that led straight to you.

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You only realized where you went wrong once you had returned to the right headspace. Your high came crashing down much too quickly. Actions come with consequences. The morning after everything happened was not pretty. It never was.

“Mark, I’m sorry! Technically I wasn’t even the one that kissed him,” You were trying to explain yourself to your brother, and you hoped that his usual forgiveness would show now. You knew you went against what he had asked, but why was it so wrong?

“You don’t have to apologize to me, Y/n. I just want you to know what you’re really getting yourself into. It was for you,” He was getting frustrated with the way you were interpreting all of his attempts to aid and guide you, and he didn’t want to seem like the bad guy.

“It’s my choice in the end, Mark.”

“Fine then, go and do whatever you want. I don’t care what you do. Go and live it up! Let me know how it goes when you come back down from the clouds, okay?”

You scowled at him, and you wanted to just explode and get all of your anger out at him, but a knock sounded on the door. You gave him one last look before answering it. You wished you didn’t.

The last person you expected on your doorstep was Yuna, but there she was, standing there with a sad look on her face. Right when your brain registered that it was her, your heart broke. You forgot about the new friend you had just made, and it finally caught up to you. Mark had been planning to ditch the scene and go back into his room, but she was the only reason he stayed.

“You knew,” she scolded. She wasn’t yelling, but the pained, motherly tone of her voice seemed to hurt you even more. “You knew yet you still did it,”

Yuna hadn’t been at the party, having been at a volleyball conference, and you wondered how she found out. It didn’t matter, but you wished you could have escaped without being caught red handed, just to make things easier.

“Yuna, I’m so sorry--”

“No. You don’t get to apologize. You knew I liked Lucas,”

And that was the final nail in the coffin. You turned to look at your brother, horrified that he just heard that entire thing. His face was dejected, and he shook his head in defeat.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” He ascended the stairs with nothing left to say. You turned back to Yuna, and you could see something flash in her eyes. Was it realization? It must have been, because she gave up on speaking to you, retreating back down the hallway in shock.

You stood there, frozen, unable to recuperate from the dumpster fire blazing around you. And you shouldn’t have, but if everyone had the right to be mad at you, then you figured you deserved a way to cope with it.

“Hello?”

“Lucas, can I come over?” you asked into the receiver, your voice shaking from the nerves. You had asked Jeno for his number, getting a couple smirking emojis back in response. “I’m sorry, I just need somewhere else to go right now,”

You were scared of the response you were going to get, but you couldn’t think of anywhere else you could bear being right then. There was brief silence from his side, and you began to grow anxious as you pressed the button to the ground floor inside the elevator.

“Hello? Lucas?”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m driving there right now. Just wait for me,”

He was making it harder and harder to resent him every second you spent around him. Lucas was dangerous, a contagious plague that infected you. When it came to him, you never wanted to be so bad.

He pulled up to the curbside of your building in just a few minutes, and on the quiet ride to his own apartment, you realized that all this time he had been living relatively close. You wondered why him and Mark didn’t live with each other instead. No words were exchanged, but Lucas felt how upset you were. He wanted to tread lightly, to make sure he didn’t mess anything up, quite a change of pace as to when he didn’t care much at all.

There was something in him that was changing, and for the time being, maybe he was okay with it. Harm was something he had grown to coexist with, so what was one more trial run for the books? If it didn’t work out, then he’d figure it out from there. If it did, well, then he’d figure it out from there with you by his side, instead. Either way he’d trek on like he always does.

His living space didn’t look much like you expected it to, a small studio apartment with everything he needed all in one room, accompanied by a bathroom. He kept it mostly clean, with a few things laying around here and there, and it was cozy. Somehow it felt familiar to you, even if you’d never been there before.

“What happened?” he asked softly, gesturing for you to sit in one of the two chairs at his small kitchen island, but you declined his offer, so he stayed standing, too.

“I think I fucked up,” you replied, looking at him with eyes that didn’t want to cry, but brimmed with tears anyway. Your lips were forced into a deep frown, even when you tried not to. It seemed like everything you told yourself not to was what you ended up doing these days.

“Come here,” he whispered. You didn’t hesitate to walk forward into his arms, finding yourself wrapped in his comfort for the first time. He was warm and sturdy against you, his long arms linked around you as he rested his chin on the top of your head. He wondered if what he was doing was right when you cried into his chest, but it was perfect. You two stayed like that for far too long, until the tears stopped falling and your breathing went back to normal, but he didn’t make a move to let you go, because if he did, he wouldn’t know what to say. He was never good with words.

It had been a while since Lucas had felt right, but he found himself sinking into your pain in a beautiful, comforting way. He was beginning to think it was time to find a reason to stick around for a while.

Lucas Wong was bad news, and everyone loved it. They ate it up like a buffet. Everyone except you. You knew the side of him that no one else got to see, making him far more of a heartbreaker than they could even imagine.

~

Lucas would be lying if he said he wasn’t sexually attracted to you. There were a lot of things he was dishonest about in life, but his infatuation with you was something left outright on the table. You had an affect on him, and it drove him mad.

Quite honestly, you had a lot of nerve to spend most of your time with Lucas. You knew this, yet you couldn’t stop yourself. He didn’t exactly make it very difficult to stay, anyway.

“I like this one the best,” you told him, pointing at the smaller, more modest of his tattoos right on his mid-forearm. It was an animation of a small sakura flower, the innocence of it greatly contrasting the imagery of the many tattoos that seemed to overwhelm the first impressions people had of Lucas.

“You haven’t even seen them all, yet,” he remarked, looking down at you as your head was laid against his chest, the two of you staring up at his ceiling as he played with your hair. In the many moments you got to share with him recently, you realized that what seemed like lack of emotion in him was really just the numbness he seemed to find himself stuck in. But in some sparks of light at the end of the tunnel, he’d pull everything together and tell himself that it was okay to feel when it came to you.

“You have more?” you asked, grabbing the hand that wasn’t running along your scalp and observing the tiny tattoos on his knuckles. You smiled back at the smiley face on his middle finger.

“Try sit up for a second,” he requested, and you turned to face him as he began pulling his shirt over his head. You remembered his bare torso from the beach all those months ago, but now seeing it up close, there was a big, gorgeous drawing of a dragon across the entirety of his back.

“I take it back, this one is my favorite. Wait, no. It’s the flower. Definitely the flower,” He laughed at your indecisiveness, but enjoyed the small graces of attention you were giving him. Lucas found that he liked when you complimented him.

“You’re my favorite,” he replied, turning his body around to bless you with a short, deep kiss.

“That was so cheesy, especially for you,” you criticized, but you let yourself lean in to repeat the action. He loved your lips, the way you let him take control, the way you tried to merge yourself with him. He thinks he’ll never grow tired of it.

Things can always escalate quickly with Lucas, you found, and soon you were being pressed into the mattress as he kissed you with his forearms straining to hold himself above you. He had one knee slotted between your legs, and he pulled away to look down at you and the way your lips swelled from his assault.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, his black bangs swaying back and forth as he tried to get his breathing under control. The knowledge that you left him breathless was incredibly rewarding. He smiled right back at the silly grin on your face. “The fucking things you make me want to do to you,”

“Then do it,” you begged, desperate to submit yourself to the mercy of him. You wanted him to show you how to dirty yourself, your innocence. You were so far deep now, why not go top speed down the path to destruction? Maybe you’d get some fun and pleasure out of it, too.

“Don’t ask for what you can’t handle,” Lucas warned, using every ounce of little self control in him to not fully indulge in you. He was scared you’d break.

“I’ve never been fucked before,” you stated, the filthy words feeling a bit foreign on your tongue. You liked it. “Is that too scary for you?”

Lucas felt like a little kid in a candy store. He always did when he was with you, but this time, he didn’t have any parents making sure he didn’t grab everything he could get his hands on and run. He was let loose to his own devices.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he groaned, but it wasn’t a threat. Even better, he was simply stating a fact. That brought a chill down your spine. “Are you sure you want this? I need to hear you say it,”

“I want this, Lucas. Please, please,”

Lucas didn’t even kiss you again before he helped you take your shirt off, the impatience and pent up sexual frustration eating away at him far too much to take it slow. He wanted to chip away at your foundation until you dropped down to the level he wanted you to be. The level he stood at where he needed to be inside of you. Yesterday.

You whimpered his name as he forced your bra off, tweaking one of the buds with his thumb and watching with fascination as you jerked and melted at the simple touch. He was about to have a lot of fun with you.

Lucas switched the two of you in position, dragging you on top of him and flipping you over so your back was resting against his chest. You sat between his legs, covered in the sweatpants you loved on him, and he wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you closer.

“Take everything off,” he whispered in your ear, and you complied quickly as he praised you for being so compliant. You couldn’t even feel any shame or shyness as you left yourself naked for him to see, too adamant on feeling good. You just wanted to know what it was like, and Lucas turned you on more than you ever thought possible.

“Have you ever touched yourself, princess?” he asked, and you shook your head. Lucas hummed sweetly, softly taking your right hand in his and guiding it down to the place you needed to be touched the most. He hovered your fingertips, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of your slicken heat, before he pressed them against the wetness you felt pooling inside of you. You closed your thighs together, embarrassed at the fact that you were touching yourself so provocatively.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Do you want me to do it for you?” he asked, his voice dripping with something sweet even when he was insinuating such a naughty act. You nodded, but it wasn’t enough to make him give you what you wanted. “Use your words, Y/n,”

“I want you to touch me,” you whimpered, face reddening and you wondered if you would ever be able to recover from the shame you were feeling.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked, spreading your legs apart again and hooking your right leg with his so you wouldn’t be able to close them again. You grabbed his hand, switching roles as you pressed his hand onto your welcoming cunt.

“Here. I want you to touch me here,”

And with that, Lucas ran his long, cold fingers through your folds, enjoying the relieved sigh you let out. The pad of his pointer finger tapped lightly against your clit, in a surprising movement that made you jerk against him. He groaned as you created friction against his growing hard on.

“Lucas, oh my god,” You were lost in the pleasure, the intensity of it somehow amplifying as you were prevented from squirming much in his hold. He rubbed firm circles on your clit, letting you thrash and moan against him.

“Does it feel good?” You nodded against him, your eyes shut tightly, but they flew open when you felt him begin to press a finger inside your hole.

“I love being the only one to touch you,” he panted, his raspy voice going straight into your ear and down to your gushing pussy. “I want to ruin you for every other guy. But I won’t need to, right? I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll always come crawling right on back to me,”

You liked the sound of that, reaching a hand behind your head and grabbing the hair right above his neck. You wanted to hold onto him, ground yourself as he promised to make you never let go. His single finger pumped in and out of you as the heel of his palm dug into your sensitive bud. He loved the sound of you chanting his name. Lucas loved everything about you.

“Fuck, you can barely take another one,” Lucas groaned, managing to after some effort press another finger into you. The stretch was delicious although a new feeling for you, but you would take anything Lucas had to give.

“But I can take your cock, I’ll be a good girl,” you mindlessly rambled, your mind already far away from where your body was getting pleasured. You used your fastly diminishing strength to look down, the stark black ink of his tattoos standing out prominently against your skin as the muscles and veins in his forearms tensed with each movement geared towards bringing you to your impending climax. His unoccupied arm snaked up to your mouth, and you slackened your jaw so he could insert a couple fingers inside, sucking on them eagerly before he pulled them away.

“Good girl, you’re so good for me princess,” he praised, nipping softly on your earlobe. You could barely hear the things he was whispering to you, a ringing in your ears as you struggled to buck your hips up. His fingers reached deep inside of you, curling to press against your sensitive walls. High pitched whines fell from your lips and you were clenching around him, and he shuddered at how tight he could tell you were.

“Come for me,” Watching you squirm above him was beginning to affect him. Lucas’ feet, which were planted on the mattress, pressed harder into the bed to apply pressure and grind his erection against you.

Your grip on his hair was harsh and you reached down to grab his arm with the other. Your legs shook against him and Lucas admired the way you molded into him. Your high exploded, white flashing behind your eyes as waves and waves of pleasure coursed through you and he helped ride you through it. By the time your eyes refocused and your head cleared, Lucas had let up on his ministrations and was hugging you from behind, calming you down with small whispers.

“You did so good, princess. So good,” he spoke into your hair. He was so soft for you, conceding to all of your demands even if he desperately wanted to relieve himself as well. You realized this, and knew you wanted to do the same for him. Still trying to recover from the mind blowing orgasm, you used actions instead of words and reached down to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. He kicked them off urgently, and you noticed that he wasn’t wearing underwear the entire time.

You flipped yourself over on shaky limbs, sitting with your legs tucked underneath you on the bed and you got to see his dick for the first time. Or any dick, really. It was red and rock hard, precum leaking off the tip, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out to lightly touch the head. He sucked a harsh breath in, trapping his lip between his teeth and he grunted softly under his breath.

“I kind of want to, uh, can I suck you off?”

Lucas thinks his heart stopped for a second. You were looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, and he knew he was done for. He said he wanted to ruin your expectations of all men who followed him, but once again, he ended up the fool. He could only hope that you would stay with him, for as long as you could, so he wouldn’t have to look or touch another girl and see your face staring back at him in his head.

“As much as I want that, I might come in your mouth after like, 30 seconds, and I don’t think either of us want that,” He closed his eyes, fighting his natural instincts, as he was never one to pass up a blowjob, but like he said. Lucas needed to be inside of you.

“I’m ready, Lucas,” you pleaded, and he rushed to lay you down and return to his position above. Your muscles were already weak and you appreciate him letting you relax as he pumped his cock a few times, hissing from the sensitivity. You admired the sight and pushed your hips up slightly, searching for attention. Lucas chuckled, pushing your waist back down harshly.

“Don’t be a brat. Take what I give you,” he scolded, and you didn’t try to do it again. His tone was too demanding. Lucas could see the shame in your eyes, and his hard expression softened. He cupped your cheek softly and pressed the lightest kiss to your lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered back.

Lucas reached over to the side of his bed and grabbed a condom from inside the drawer. Tearing the package open with his teeth, he rolled it on his length and glanced up at you as he lined his tip with your entrance.

“Tell me if I need to stop,” You nodded, and the nervousness came back to hit you like a truck. It was finally dawning on you that you were about to lose your virginity.

Lucas started trying to push in, intruding your folds, but his cock was getting rejected by your walls. You were clenching so hard that he couldn’t push himself in.

“Y/n, you have to relax,” he cooed, stroking your hair and bending down to press soothing kisses to your neck. “You’re clenching too hard, princess,”

Although Lucas knew he needed to loosen you up, it excited him a bit too much at the prospect of how tight you would be when he’d finally fuck you properly. You sighed from his soft, sweet attention as he continued to kiss your fear away. You thought about how good he was going to feel, how much he was going to fill you up, anything to excite you. Pulling yourself together, you eased your tense muscles and reached down to wrap your gentle hand around his length, coaxing him toward you.

Lucas sighed in relief, pressing himself back up with his elbows locked strongly in place. He let you line him up, and marveled at the fact that it was finally happening. He pushed forward, inching slowly and slowly until you clenched around only half of his cock. He was panting heavily, out through his mouth, pupils blown out as he looked down at you intensely. The pain of the intrusion made you grimace, and Lucas talked you through it as you got used to the stretch.

Your walls were captivating and Lucas thought he was somewhere far higher than where he’d ever been. You were roping him back up from the depths below, his angel sent from heaven. The angel he was corrupting. The girl he was watching fall into the palm of his hand, even if he was the one wrapped around your finger.

“Lucas, fuck me,”

So he did. He would do anything you asked. Starting off slow, he continued to work his length into you until you took nearly all of him, and you both moaned at the feeling. You felt good enough to cry.

As he could tell you got more and more adjusted, Lucas increased his pace with every pleasured moan you let out. He sat back on his heels, grabbing your hips and pulling you towards him so he could properly piston in and out of you. Each time he bottomed out he used his biceps to pull you into him, just a little bit more so he knew you could feel him right where he wanted you to. Your eyes were shut and your hands were grabbing desperately at the sheets.

“You take me so well, fuck, you’re fucking perfect. Your pussy’s so perfect,” Lucas was trying to talk so his mind would stay present, so he wouldn’t get lost in the pleasure. He wanted to feel everything. He wanted to remember this for the rest of his life. You opened your teary eyes and moaned at the sight in front of you, the sweat dripping down his body and down the ridges of his abs, eyes trailing lower and lower past his v-line and finally resting on where he was pounding harshly into you.

“I knew you would feel so good,” he growled, his head spinning and he was slipping away from the control he wanted. Lucas was quickly approaching the threshold dividing himself between guiding you through your first time, and fucking you until you cried and begged him to stop.

With this thought in mind, Lucas kept his pace as he began rubbing circles into your clit, succeeding in feeling you orgasm around his dick, shaking below him. Moans of his name were the only thing coming out of your mouth, loud and wanton and you briefly wondered if he would receive a noise complaint. It wasn’t a concerning thought, instead, you felt proud. You were the one getting fucked into the mattress, and you wanted everyone to know it.

Lucas slowed his pace until he came to a stop, pulling out of you and flipping you over.

“Get on all fours,”

He had officially crossed his inner boundary line. After making you come on his cock, Lucas had no other goal in his mind than doing it again. And again, and again, and again.

He kept his promise, sinking into you from behind and coming with you as you reached your second climax. Then he made you ride him as he got to watch you make those pretty sounds of yours, and when you got too tired he held you up and thrust into you from below. All night Lucas fucked you enough times to rid you of your innocence, and you knew you’d want this life forever.

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

“Come on, you have like two weeks to finish this paper. Just get in my car, Y/n,” Lucas whined, but at a softer volume so the rest of the library couldn’t hear him be the big baby he was whenever he was around you. He still had a reputation to upkeep.

“Just think about it, once I’m done, I can spend as much time with you as you want,” you said, not even glancing away from the screen of your laptop. You had a look of concentration and you bit your lip absentmindedly, when Lucas suddenly cupped your chin and turned you to face him.

“Well if you’re going to keep typing away at your goddamn computer, then I need something to do, too,” He grabbed your bag from off the ground and forced your computer into your hands, grabbing your arm and leading you away from the table before you could even ask where he was taking you. Lucas navigated the many circular tables littered around the large building until he reached the individual self-study rooms, opening one of the unoccupied doors and closing it behind the two of you.

“Sit,” he ordered, placing your bag beside the chair you placed yourself in. Your heart was beating rapidly, wondering where he was going with this. Standing on the opposite side of the table, he gave you a mischievous smile before lowering himself down with a playful wave, disappearing out of sight of you, and anyone who might look through the window only high enough to show you everything above the upper half of your torso. You tried to keep a straight face as you spoke to him blindly.

“Lucas, don’t you fucking--,”

You felt his hands rubbing your upper thighs, and he shushed you.

“Be quiet, baby. And act normal, you have an audience,”

He could feel you shudder as he flipped up the short skirt you were wearing, the one that made him fantasize about this very moment, and didn’t hesitate before he rubbed you through the thin material of your panties. You sucked in a breath, giving a paranoid look out the window as you subtly sunk yourself down in the chair to give him better access.

“Good girl,” was all he said before he occupied his mouth with licking a stripe up the damp fabric, several times before he was satisfied with the small whimper you let out. He told you he wanted you to be quiet, but he was lying.

Pushing your panties to the side, Lucas was met with the wonderful sight of your glistening folds. He kissed your heat at first, hiding his tongue from you, and only when you began to squirm in your seat did he sink his tongue into your hole. Your fists clenched and you pretended to open up one of your textbooks in front of you so you could appear preoccupied, your teeth biting your tongue harshly trying not to make a sound. These walls weren’t soundproof to the outside.

Lucas, however, was making all the noise in the world, humming lightly into you and the sloppy sounds of him fucking his tongue into you weren’t very discreet. He was determined to make you come on his mouth, and he would take all of it and still want more.

Leaving your entrance, Lucas moved up to torture your neglected clit, sucking and swirling around it with his mouth. As much as you didn’t want to get caught with his head between your legs, you weren’t planning to make him stop. The entire atmosphere and risk of it all was probably what made the build up to your orgasm so quick.

“Lucas, I’m going to come,” you scream-whispered, and although you couldn’t see him you could feel the smirk radiating from underneath the table.

“Well go on then, that’s what I’ve been trying to make you do all fucking week,”

You clamped a hand over your mouth as you moaned into your palm, closing your eyes and focusing on the pleasure he was giving to you. Gone was the window, and the people quietly getting their work and reading done outside, and suddenly it was only you and Lucas. He was the only one in your present world.

Lucas groaned at the way you gushed for him, not stopping until he licked up every inch of you and you finally pushed his head away. He made his way back to a standing position out from under the table and grinned goofily at you, his back towards the window so no one else could see the way his face was glistening with your juices.

“You’re a fucking madman, Lucas Wong,”

~

“I really think you should talk to him,” Lucas said, sitting in his car with you inside of your apartment parking structure. Although you go home almost everyday to your loft shared with Mark, the two of you don’t speak frequently. It’s never out of hatred, more out of awkward discomfort as neither of you know what to say. You know that neither of you have even spoken to Yuna since the outburst, and you wondered if you would ever again.

“Easy for you to say, he already got over the awkwardness with you,” you complained. He sighed, squeezing your hand in his.

“You know that’s different. I’m his friend. It’s a lot easier for a guy to dismiss a topic like this with a guy than his little sister,”

You knew he was right, and that’s why you found yourself punching the code into your lock pad with the intent to finally clear the air with your brother. He was cooking something on a pan when you walked in, and he gave you barely a glance.

“Mark?” you called, setting your bag on the countertop and sitting on one of the stools. “Can we talk for a second?”

“I already know what you’re going to say,” he replied, looking up from his deformed egg. “And I just want to say that I’m sorry,”

Your heart dropped, and for the first time you felt bad for not making more of an effort to speak to him sooner. You kept telling yourself that you were just trying to find the right time, but maybe the right time was as soon as possible. Mark had probably been struggling with it, too.

“I never should have made such a fuss about it. In reality, I didn’t know Lucas as well as I thought I did. And seeing him change alongside you, seeing him truly happy for maybe the first time since I met him, I realized that maybe you guys both needed each other. And I was getting in the way of that while making you feel shitty about it,” he had a smile on his face, just like he always did, as he translated the thoughts he’d been wanting to say for a while. You didn’t deserve such a good brother.

“I’m sorry too, I got caught up in the thrill of it all and I guess I forgot that other people exist in this world. And I’m sorry about Yuna,”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll get over it. Seeing she hasn’t even tried to contact me ever since, maybe she really wasn’t the one for me. Not everyone can find love like you,” he joked, and you chuckled lightly. A strange smell began wafting into your nose, and you made a face of disgust.

“I think something’s burning,”

“My egg!”

~

“You’re a real burden for me, you know,” Lucas teased as you gave him directions to an unknown location. You wished you could blindfold him and drive yourself, but Lucas didn’t let anyone else drive his car. Not even you. Not his beloved ‘Lucas Jr.’

“Yeah, yeah. Keep driving, peasant,” He shook his head, but you could see the ghost of a smile on his face as you laughed hysterically at your own joke. “We’re almost there,”

Honestly, you were almost to the parking lot, an entire block away from the actual location, because you wanted to make sure it would be a surprise. So when he parked and the two of you got out of the car, you made him bend his tall frame down so you could tie the scarf around his eyes. It was a funny sight, seeing a six foot tattooed man being dragged blindfolded down the street by his girlfriend, but what was life with Lucas if you didn’t make it exciting?

“God, woman. You’re going to kill me, aren’t you? Tie me up and push me down a ditch,”

“Can you shut up for two seconds? We’re here,”

You untied the knot and let the fabric fall from his eyes, and he blinked the initial shock of bright light away and stared up at the building in front of him.

“Ta-da!”

“It’s a… a tattoo parlor?”

“Correct you are, Lucas. And I, Y/n Y/l/n, will be getting my very first tattoo. Like right now,”

Lucas looked at you with confusion, never expecting you to make such a decision.

“What are you even getting? Have you even thought this through?” You rolled your eyes, grabbing his arm tightly, pointing at it.

“You’re getting a fucking weed leaf on your arm?”

“No, you dumbass! I’m getting the sakura flower,” you sighed, ready to abandon him outside and walk in alone. You watched as a look of epiphany graced his face and suddenly he looked ecstatic. Somehow the gravity and meaning behind your decision was so overwhelming for him that he hugged you right in the middle of the busy sidewalk, lifting you up and swinging you around.

Every moment Lucas spent with you, he could feel you slowly patching up his wounds and scars. There was something about you that healed him, and he was seeing the finish line clear in sight now. He’d never been motivated to do anything in his life, but now it seemed like all he was ever made to do was love you. And he was okay with that.

“You just know exactly how to make me fall in love with you, don’t you?” he asked, putting you down and grabbing your face in his hands. He was smushing your face together a little bit, but you still had the biggest smile on your face. “You won’t look back on this in thirty years and regret it, right?”

“Definitely not,” you replied, leaning in to smash his lips into yours. You pulled away and he had the silliest grin on his face. “And even if you were, I’d let you be my worst mistake, Lucas Wong.”

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this fic took a lot out of me. It's also being published two days late, sorry TT. anyways time for me to take a nap wow

Sincerely,

bebetae

[pesiko]

LUCAS ONESHOT RECS

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❥ LUCAS NAVI

[main masterlist] [nct masterlist] updated 6-27-21

[moonlit-jeno]

Anonymous said: 58 + rough lucas pls 🥺

requests are closed!

warnings: explicit sex, choking

word count: 2.4k

Xiaojun’s room has always been your favorite. It’s clean, smells good, and best of all, has the biggest bed. Not to mention the softest blankets. It’s really a shame that you’re about to ruin them, but you figure it’s fine. He owes you for all the homework you did for him your first year here. Plus, you’ll buy him some laundry detergent as consolation.

The golden trophy in your hand glimmers under the LED lights illuminating the room, and the corners of your mouth twitch up. It’s your name engraved on the trophy, rightfully naming you the best team captain. Seeing it makes pride fill your veins, happiness filling you at the physical evidence of all of your hard work paying off. Only one other person deserves this award as much as you- not that you’d tell him that. You wonder what he’s doing at this moment. If he’s enjoying the party downstairs with his friends, or if he’s sulking in the backyard.

Xiaojun’s door bursts open. “You know damn well that I deserve that award.” Lucas growls, kicking the door shut behind him. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. “You only got it because they knew that you would bitch and complain about losing for the rest of eternity.”

Lucas, the fun, easygoing party guy that gets along with everyone, constantly leading his team to victory whether it’s in a game, practice, or even class. Well, everyone except for you. Not that it’s entirely his fault; you do tend to make it your mission to annoy the living shit out of him every chance you get. Is it fun? Absolutely. You pout at him mockingly, jumping to your feet and moving towards him until there’s barely any space between you. “Really? So you’re telling me that I don’t deserve the award?”

“Yeah, actually. That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m surprised that got through your dense fucking skull.” This is definitely the most agitated you’ve ever seen him. It’s exciting. “I’m not here for small talk,” Lucas says, head tilted to the side so he can look you up and down, bite his lip. “I’m here to fuck your brains out.”

There’s no opportunity for you to respond, for you to even make a noise as he crushed your mouths together. Your moan gets lost in his lips as he drinks you in greedily, one of his hands sliding up to cup your jaw and angle you to his liking. He spins you around and pins you to the wall, his free hand resting above you.

“Fuck, Lucas,” His kisses have you feeling drunk in the best possible way and you let your head tilt back to rest against the wall behind you, incapable of doing anything besides tangling your fingers in his hair and moaning at the feel of his lips against your skin. “God, you’re so...” You trail off as he nips at your throat, soothing the skin with his tongue. The hand on your ass slides to your hip, grip tightening as you sag into his touch.

“So what? Amazing?” Lucas finishes for you, grinning up at you when you groan. “Handsome? Godlike? I know.”

“Annoying.” You deadpan, using your grip on his hair to pull his lips back to yours. The laugh he lets out is smooth and vibrates against you, cutting off into a low growl when you bite at his lower lip, suck his tongue into your mouth. In turn, he slides his hand up to your throat, petting his thumb over the soft skin above your jugular.

He breaks the kiss and you whimper before you can stop yourself, inadvertently chasing his lips. The smile that lights up his features at your actions does nothing to break you out of your haze and you watch him through half lidded eyes, captivated by him. “Baby,” He whispers, hand now sliding up so that he can brush his thumb against your lower lip. “Shouldn’t you be nicer to me?”

“I don’t know.” The brain fog you have from just looking at him makes it hard for you to think of any of your normal responses, and you fight to think of something to say. “Shouldn’t you be fucking me?”

“I don’t know.” Lucas repeats, dark eyes never once leaving yours. “Can you handle it?”

You push against him, your need to have the upper hand winning the battle in your mind to just submit and let him have his way. Lucas, intrigued, lets you switch positions so that it’s him pushed up against the wall. “Handle what? Disappointment?”

“Oh, baby.” Lucas murmurs, hands moving down your body so that he can squeeze at your waist, down to your hips. “The only thing to be disappointed in is yourself for not sleeping with me earlier.” He lifts you with ease, throwing you over his shoulder as he pushes off of the wall. An indignant squeak leaves you at the ease he lifts you with and he shushes you with a smack to the ass. “But fine. You wanna be a brat? You’re gonna get fucked like one.”

Gentle giant is often used to describe Lucas. You wouldn’t quite say that it’s accurate.

Not as he tosses you onto the bed like you’re nothing, crawling on top of you and kissing you deeply. Not as he commands the kiss so easily, taking everything that he wants and nothing less. And definitely not as his hand slides up under your dress, tugging at your panties so hard that they rip.

There’s no promises from him to buy you a new pair, or even an apology. Because this isn’t a gentle fuck. This is Lucas trying to prove a point to you. Or maybe it’s Lucas taking out all of his bottled up frustration and anger on you. Either way, it’s well deserved and if this is what being a nuisance gets you, you might just have to annoy him more often.

A cry leaves you when two of his fingers enter you, stretching you out deliciously enough that you have to break the kiss to suck in some oxygen. Your hands grasp desperately onto his shoulders, clinging to him like he’s your life line while he smirks, working his fingers into you knuckle-deep. “Feel good?”

“So good,” you arch against him in an attempt to feel him deeper, eyes rolling back when he brushes your g-spot at the same time that he starts rubbing your clit. “That’s so good, fuck. Why are your hands so nice?”

He laughs. “You like my hands?” His free hand moves to your throat when you nod. “Like them here?” You nod frantically.

“More.” You plead, grabbing his shoulders tighter and hoping he gets what you’re trying to say. He doesn’t disappoint.

The digits on your throat press a little tighter, gradually cutting off your oxygen supply. Your eyelids flutter and your mouth opens in a silent moan, all of the sensations running through you getting to be too much. The fuzziness in your brain is only amplified by your lack of air, the heat pooling in your belly burning red hot as Lucas plays your body like an instrument. And the way that he looks at you, like he wants to nothing more than destroy you...

Just as it’s getting to be too much, he releases the pressure on your neck. The sudden intake of oxygen, the feeling of his lips on your throat, his fingers speeding up inside of you- it’s all so overwhelming, feeling him around you like this. You’re helpless as you come, crying out his name and every other curse you can think of, gripping onto him as tightly as you can in an attempt to ground yourself from the immense pleasure running through you.

Lucas works you through your high, not stopping even when you shake with oversensitivity. He keeps going right until you gasp out his name, moan that you’re going to come again. You whine then, high in your throat, sounding desperate even to you. It makes Lucas smile. 

“Oh, baby.” He tsks, shakes his head. His large palm cups your cheek and his fingers prod at your lips, smile only growing when you take the digits into your mouth. “If you wanted to come again, you should’ve been a good girl.” “I am a good girl.” You sniff, finding the strength to glare at him. He laughs, rolling off of you to dig through the nightstand.

“You are? Then act like it.” He finds what he was looking for, the tearing of a condom filling the air, and turns back to you. “Hands and knees, baby. Show me how good you can be.”

The fabric of your dress is discarded while Lucas rolls the condom on and then you’re completely naked, feeling the softness of the blankets against you as you settle into his requested position. His hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, elbows nearly buckling. You manage to stay upright. “Come on baby, you can do better than that. Arch a little.” His hand is heavy on your lower back and he presses down until your body aches and you can’t physically bend anymore. “There we go.”

The head of his cock presses against your entrance, the teasing as he never pushes in enough to make you delirious with need. “Lucas, come on.” You groan, trying to fuck yourself back on him. “Put it in already.” “Where are your manners?” He scolds, sliding his cock through your folds, nudging your clit. You have pride, but not enough to torture yourself like this. It doesn’t take much to make you fold. “Fuck, Lucas, come on. Please fuck me.” When he doesn’t yield, you look back over your shoulder and pout. “Please? I need it so bad, I’ll do whatever you want.” “Whatever I want?” His smile is present in his voice and he laughs softly. “Oh baby, you’re going to regret that.” There’s no time to focus on his words because then he’s pushing into you, filling you up deliciously. He’s big, splitting you in half to the point where you can’t do anything but moan and wiggle around, trying desperately to accommodate his impressive size. Not that Lucas helps with that.

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust before he’s fucking into you, hips slamming against your ass and filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin on skin. Your arms shake with the difficulty of holding yourself up, giving out completely when his hand slides up between your shoulder blades and shoves you down to the mattress. 

“Fuck,” You sob out, jaw going slack at the pleasure threatening to drown you. Your hands grip at the sheets desperately, holding on for dear life as Lucas grips at your hips and uses that as leverage to fuck you even harder. The orgasm he’d built you towards earlier is racing towards you at full force and you clench around him, his name falling off of your tongue as a curse. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. ‘M gonna come.” “Again?” His tone is mocking but he listens to you, fucking you at a constant speed, cock hitting deep inside of you. “Mhmm, you must’ve been really desperate for my cock if you’re coming this easily.”

It’s kind of true. You’ve always thought that Lucas was hot, especially when you riled him up, but this… This is something else entirely. This is something better than you ever could have imagined.

The intensity of your orgasm scares you and you mumble out curses that get lost in Lucas’s mouth when he turns your head to meet your mouth in a sloppy kiss that’s more tongue and teeth than anything. You kiss him back needily, only breaking the kiss when it gets to be too much. Your orgasm washes over you slowly, starting gently but building until it’s almost too much to handle, drowning you in it’s intensity. It leaves you feeling wiped out, your head spinning from the pleasure, body heavy with sleep. 

Lucas groans out your name as he comes, hips stuttering, teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle his cries. The pain helps to ground you and you sigh out softly, hand moving behind you to stroke his hair. He languidly thrusts into you before pulling out, turning you over so that he can kiss you. 

This kiss is softer than the other ones, less rough and frantic and more caring, tender. He pulls away, thumb rubbing over your cheek bone, and smiles before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You feel cold without him on top of you and you grab a pillow to cuddle in his absence, watching as he shoots the condom at the trash can and misses. He laughs sheepishly and tosses it into the trash before leaping back into bed, wrapping himself around you. You snuggle into him gratefully, happy for the warmth. 

“We can’t stay in here for long.” You say, even as you have to force the words out through a yawn and can feel your eyelids drifting shut. “Xiaojun will kill us.” “I don’t think he’ll mind too much.” Lucas laughs, brushing some of your hair out of your face. “If he does, I’ll deal with it.” You laugh and shake your head.

“I can’t believe we’re cuddling. Fucking is one thing, but cuddling?”

Lucas pouts. “I mean, I can leave if you want.” He moves as if trying to get up and you whine in protest, snuggling even closer.

“No, I want you to stay.” Your face feels a little warm at the confession and you hope he can’t feel it. “You make a good pillow.” Lucas laughs in response, and it’s silent for a while until he speaks again. “You know y/n, you’re better than any award.” Lucas says, smiling softly. You’re about to call him cheesy or cringe at his sweetness, but he’s quick to follow up with an “I’ll still take the trophy, though.”

You try very hard not to tell him to shove the trophy up his ass.

[peanutpinet]

Lucas (mafia leader) x Reader (female)

A/N: I had this thought for days now and was like, ya know, just let it out. This is my first NCT (?) WayV (?) fanfic? Scenario? Yea XD For those who have read my past fanfics/scenarios, you know how horrible I am in explaining XD but yea, essentially I just imagine that you, the reader are a uni student whilst Lucas is part of the NCT mafia, "leader" of the WayV unit (I know Kun is technically the leader, but just for the sake of the story), okie, leggo

Sighing in defeat, you gathered all your books, stationery and some clothing before sneakily going out of your dorm and to your boyfriend's apartment since he gave you the spare key, saying that it was for emergencies or whenever you wanted to come over.

After texting Lucas that you were heading to his apartment, you went to grab a cab and head there. Truth be told, you never really went there and only got the address from Lucas. Which is why upon arriving, your jaw nearly dropped when you saw his apartment; even making sure whether the address Lucas gave last time was the exact one and making a mental note to yourself to look up things beforehand.

Upon arriving, you felt like you just came from the countryside to the big city. You went to the front desk and inform them who were you looking for, handing in your ID card and was immediately directed to the elevator, one of the securities pressing the highest floor of the elevator and left you in the elevator on your own.

Just when you thought that it couldn't get any fancier, the minute you stepped out of the elevator, you were amazed at the decor and the fact that there was only one door made it even grander. Taking out the key Lucas gave you, you were actually hoping that it wasn't the correct one and Lucas just sent you the wrong address but as it turns out, the key fits and you took a deep breath, walking into the room.

But on Lucas' side, he actually didn't receive your text message. So, the second he heard someone coming into his suite, he was already reaching for his gun because he wasn't really expecting anyone to come. But as soon as he heard your signature nervous voice, he felt relieved but worried at the same time. Did something happen to you?

"Lucas? Ar-are you in here? The people at the front desk just directed me here. I uh sent you a text" you called out

"I'm here sweetheart. Now, what brings you here at this late hour? Is there anyone I should be concern with?" Lucas stated, coming out of his bedroom

"Huh? Wow. I mean, no. Sorry, it's my first time here. I uh, I was just wondering if I could stay for the night. The dorm was so loud that I couldn't study nor sleep" you admitted, trying to avoid eye contact with Lucas, thinking that it was a lame excuse to come over

"Of course you can. I gave you the spare key for a reason, didn't I? Uh, sorry about the mess and all. I didn't expect you to come. I didn't receive any messages. C'mere sweetheart" Lucas mentioned, giving a hand motion for you to go to him

"Really?! I could've sworn I...(looks at your phone) I forgot to click the send button" you sighed, hitting your head as you went over to Lucas

"Hey, hey. Don't do that. You'll hurt your brain even more. No harm sweetheart. My place is yours. Come. I'll order some McDonalds as well if you'd like" Lucas cooed, bringing you into his office

"Damn. Two desktops?! Bro and this processor is the latest one?!" you commented, placing your bag down and immediately inspecting his desk

"Sometimes I play some games with the guys. Feel free to use it if you'd like. Lemon tea or coke?" Lucas asked, scrolling through his phone

"Lemon tea, no ice. It's worth the money better. Are you sure I can study here? Am I not disturbing you?" you questioned, sitting on the chair

"Not at all, sweetheart. It's almost 10pm. I'm done with work. You're free to use my computer. I've ordered your favourites already. I'm going to go for a shower for a bit. Feel free to turn on some music as well, alright? And please don't study for too long. I worry you'll hurt that gorgeous head of yours" Lucas chuckled, kissing your forehead before leaving you in his study room

After settling, putting on some music with your account (which was already in Lucas' Spotify), you grabbed your books and stationery then started to study for your finals. In the midst of it, you heard Lucas coming in with McDonalds; wearing a plain T-shirt and sweats.

Because there was only one chair in his office, with your consent, Lucas placed you on his lap as he was feeding you McDonalds whilst scrolling through his phone, occasionally leaning his head on your back as he does so.

After finishing the food, Lucas was about to get up and cleaned up so you could study a bit better since he knew you didn't like a messy space but when he felt your head slightly leaning backwards, he questioned whether you were already sleepy or not.

"What's wrong love? Tired?" Lucas murmured as he placed his chin on your neck, wrapping his long arms around your waist

"Huh? Oh? Sorry. I didn't realise I was leaning back" you yawned, scrubbing your eyes but Lucas stopped the motion

"Don't. Your eyes will get irritated. I think it's about time you sleep, hmm?" Lucas commented, tucking a hair behind your ear as he kissed the side of your cheek

"Hmm. I guess so" you sighed, leaning onto Lucas's chest

"Alright princess, let me just shut everything off. Kay, let's go to bed" Lucas chuckled, carrying your small figure in his arms and tucking you into his bed before going to the other side of the bed

The next morning, you were woken up by the sound of your phone's alarm but just stayed in bed whilst scrolling through your phone until you realised that you had exams that starts in 45 minutes. Immediately, you got up and went back to the study room to grab your clothes, without even calling out to Lucas and head to the bathroom to get ready.

After getting ready, you were so ready to rush out the door and call a cab until Lucas finally called out to you. Once you told him that your exam was starting in literally 15 minutes, he just chuckled and told you that he'll drive you there; which was a first since all this time, you guys just have dates near your campus since your dorm had strict rules and Lucas would just walk you there (A/N: how you guys met is a story for next time, lol).

After packing some food for you, Lucas grabbed his car keys in one hand and your hand in the other, making your way down to the parking lot where your jaw also almost dropped again since the car Lucas owned is probably enough to pay your whole entire undergraduate life.

Whilst in the car, Lucas told you to eat so you wouldn't be hungry during the exam. He also mentioned that he'll come to pick you up to celebrate finishing your finals since he knew that you've been stressing over this last final for weeks; saying that he'll treat you out.

Once you've arrived, Lucas pulled you to give a slight peck on your forehead, encouraging you to do well in your finals and that he'll see you right after you're done. You smiled and thank him. Getting out of the car, you saw nearly the whole campus that was by the front gate staring at you; even your friends were stunned before rushing to you, managing to get a glimpse at Lucas who just smiled before leaving.

"Gurl!! I knew your boyfriend was hot, but well off? You definitely hit the jackpot!!" one of your friends blurted

"Sis!! Can we save the conversation for later? I need to get this exam over with first" you bargained

"Okay, okay, good luck with your exams!! I'll see you later!!" your friend exclaimed as you went to your exam hall

Thankfully, the exam wasn't as hard as you'd thought. You didn't know if it's because Lucas actually helped you study since he actually knew the subject or something else but you were glad to finally be done with it. After the exam, you got a text from Lucas, saying that he'll be running a bit late which you didn't mind. Your friend, who was also done with her exam, came to your exam hall and didn't spare a second before plastering with all sorts of questions.

Asking you where you've been the night before since you weren't at your dorm; and when you told her you were at Lucas' place, she squealed, asking if you guys did anything spicy which you immediately cut her off, saying that you just went there to study because the rooms near yours were getting too loud and rowdy.

You also explained how kind and caring Lucas was; despite the amount of work he had to deal with, he was still soft when it came to you. Ordering your favourites from McDonalds, letting you just barged into his apartment whenever and even using whatever he had; hearing this, all your friend can do was just squeal, saying that Lucas was the perfect boyfriend.

And right on cue, Lucas texted you saying that he's almost at the front gate. Your friend saw your smile and teased the heck out of you before letting you off just because she supported your relationship; knowing that you had a rough past and it was nice to finally see you happy with someone; someone that genuinely cares about you.

But of course, life ain't that easy. Because just as you were skidding along the halls to the front gate, you accidentally bumped into someone and dropped your phone. You immediately apologised about to get your phone when the person you bumped into stepped on your phone. Looking up, you met with the campus' miss popular with her boyfriend.

"Can you please let go. I really have to go now" you sighed, looking up

"Can't your boyfriend get you another one? Oh wait, is he the one that you're meeting? Honestly, I dunno what he sees in you. Oh wait, I think I do. He's probably just in it to play around or probably did it because of a bet" the girl scoffed but you were just not having it and shoved her feet off, nearly falling if it weren't for her boyfriend being there

After getting your phone, you were about to make a run for it before she grabbed your hair, pulling you back and making you fall; calling you names and all. When you got back to your feet again, she nearly slapped you when you got ahold of her hand about to push her back when her boyfriend came and took your hand, twisting it behind your back, allowing an opening for her to get a good punch out of you.

It felt like forever since you were trapped between the two "bullies" of your campus and for Lucas, it meant something was wrong. It's been almost 30 minutes since he arrived and called you but there was no answer at all. Frustrated, he called Winwin to track your phone as he went in to find you; thinking that you were held captive by one of NCT's enemy.

When he did see you, he felt a slight relief that it wasn't one of NCT's enemy but he was still very much pissed at the sight. When the girl was about to hit you for like the 15th time, Lucas grabbed ahold of her arm, throwing her to the floor before looking at her boyfriend who turns out to be one of the bartenders in one of NCT's bars.

"B-boss..." the man stammered, letting go of your hand as you almost dropped if it weren't for Lucas catching you

"You better come to work tonight. We'll have a lil discussion about respect? Hmm? Make sure everyone comes. Or I'll just have to report Taeyong about this" Lucas growled, making the man cowered in fear

"N-no sir. Everyone will come tonight" the man stuttered as Lucas stood up, holding your figure firmly in his arms

"Good. Wouldn't want to make a big deal out of this hmm? Oh, and do bring your girlfriend while I take mine to treat the wounds you both caused" Lucas scoffed, bringing you out of the campus

Once you've reached his car, he gently placed you and put your seatbelt on before going to the driver's seat. Once he was in, he called Kun, telling him what happened and that he's planning to have a meeting later tonight in the bar. After the call, Lucas took your hand in his, stroking your knuckles as he drove back to his apartment.

Upon arriving, he helped you get out of the car and into his apartment. Inside, he brought you to his room before going to the bathroom and grabbing some medicine for your bruised face and cut on the lips. Lucas treated all your wounds as gently as possible, worrying that he might accidentally hurt you, treating you as if you're as fragile as an egg.

After he was done, he threw all the cotton buds and ordered some food for the both of you; knowing that you will tell him whenever you're ready. He put his hoodie onto you before bringing you to the living room to cuddle and just watch the whole day. Occasionally, food will come and it was all from your favourite restaurants.

After the next 5th Disney movie ended, you told Lucas that you wanted to take a shower and he told you that you can borrow any of his clothes. He even said that he'll run you a bath but you told him that you were just going to take a light shower which Lucas didn't mind. Whilst you were showering, Lucas prepared a T-shirt and shorts along with the hoodie you were just wearing.

After your shower and putting on the clothes Lucas prepared, Lucas came and redid the medicine on your wounds before going back to watching some heart-warming movies on the bed. Feeling better, you decided to tell Lucas what happened and whilst it seemed that he was calm, his mind was off wondering the endless possibilities of teaching the two that harm you; whether it'd be physically or mentally.

Either way, Lucas listened to all your rambles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leaning you onto his chest, giving kisses on your forehead, cheeks and occasionally your neck, chuckling when he saw you flustered; basically making you 10x better, treating you like a queen up until you fell asleep.

When you did fall asleep, he gently tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead, smiling at your sleeping figure before leaving the room to the bar where he was more than ready to make the two-person harmed you suffer; not forgetting to ask Hendery and Yangyang to come over to watch over you.

"Sleep tight sweetheart. I'll be back before you know it, alright? No one treats my queen like trash and gets away with it" Lucas mumbled, kissing your forehead as he left as quietly as possible

and let's just say that everyone in the bar that night experienced a side of Lucas that no one would like to see or hear ever again.

"Try and lay a finger on her again, I won't be so nice next time" Lucas scoffed, seeing all the staff looked down, especially the two-person who hurt you

A/N: I hope that this was alright but yea, this fanfic has been stuck in my head for days

[renjuseyo]

can i pls request Lucas x male reader where Lucas is the popular kid and reader is really quiet, but lucas likes reader because of readers personality(not like other guys/girls who tries their best to let them get noticed by lucas) and Lucas always tease and talk to reader because of that. maybe add a scenario where reader gets bullied on why he's dating Lucas and Lucas comes in and comforts reader. Thats all thank you!💖

up to you ; lucas

group: nct / wayv

pairing: wong yukhei / reader (male)

synopsis: yukhei is your school’s most popular heartthrob, and you’re the quiet wallflower. can things be any more obvious?

genre: fluff

warning: bullying

i hope this satisfies you anon! personally i lost inspo so it’s not that good... i apologize :,) also i just realized how long my fics are, so oops? as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! <3

you’re in the library shelving piles of books into their respective slots, gently humming to yourself as you drum your fingers on the spine of a book. the library is silent for the most part, save for the low buzz of the fan by the entryway and your soft humming. it’s quiet and cozy, just how you like it.

the quiet ambience is slightly ruined by the loud rattling from the left. it startles you, but luckily you remain your balance and don’t plummet to your demise. when you look towards the source of the noise, you see yukhei standing by the bottom of the ladder, flashing you his signature rectangular grin. “hi (name)!” he chirps, waving at you. a warmth blossoms within you, but the chorus of agitated shushes distracts you. he cowers within himself, sending other students an apologetic look. “sorry,” he whispers.

“i didn’t expect to see you here,” you reply, turning your attention back to the books in your arms. there’s no malicious intent behind your words, because you genuinely would’ve thought he would spend his free period playing basketball with his friends, not in the library.

but he gasps with loud, feigned hurt. “i’m offended! just because i prefer sports over school doesn’t mean i won’t come in and pick up a book every now and then!” another round of shushes ripples throughout the room, though this time they’re paired with irritated glares. you’re among one of them.

“please be quiet, we’re in a library,” you remind him, stepping down a few rungs. he sends you an apologetic look, one that reminds you of a kicked puppy. “if you’re looking to borrow textbooks, the librarian’s up front. if not, you’re welcome to browse through.”

“nah, i already got all of my textbooks. i just came in to see you~” he winks, which you respond with by rolling your eyes. you promptly ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “oh come on, don’t be so mean. why don’t you ever react?”

“why should i? all you ever do is tease me,” you deadpan. you finish categorizing the last book and begin climbing down the ladder to grab a new pile. yukhei seems to notice this, eagerly scooping up a pile to hand to you. it doesn’t quite work out though, because his massive hands accidentally push them to the floor, and he winces, knowing what to expect. along with other disturbed patrons, you glare at him. you bend down to pick up the books, sighing. “you know, you’re lucky i haven’t kicked you out yet.”

“sorry,” he apologizes, sending you a sheepish smile. “sometimes i have no control over this massively tall body. i guess being short like you would be better, huh?”

for your age, you stand at a relatively average height. but yukhei is a little taller than most, standing at six feet. it really isn’t that big of a difference, but he still teases you for it all of the time.

you’re about to retort when you see two figures lurking by the other side of the shelf. you sigh, already knowing what to expect. something like this happens nearly every two days. “two of your so-called fans at nine o’clock.”

yukhei turns to face that direction and the two figures jump in surprise, confirming your suspicions. you see two girls step out from behind the shelf, timidly staring at you two. you recognize one of them, yujin, from your history class. “hi lucas,” the girl greets. it’s the nickname he goes by, the one that everyone is familiar with. you’re one of the few people that uses his real name, though.

you don’t even blink at the lack of acknowledgement. you’ve never really talked to yujin, save for the time she shared her notes with you. a real life saver. “oh hey yujin! is there something you need?” he asks. she looks pleasantly surprised that he remembers her.

you see the girl beside yujin, probably her wing woman, ushering her to hand him what appears to be a letter. not wanting to disturb the love confession that’s to come, you quietly grab the cart of books and roll it away from them. no one seems to notice though; the perks of being a wallflower.

five minutes later, you’re standing behind the counter of the check-out area, helping a few students check out textbooks. “is that everything you need?” you ask, not looking up from the computer screen.

“no, but i’d love to check you out.” you turn your head at the familiar voice and snort upon seeing yukhei.

“that was bad, even for you.”

“the only way you’d notice me,” he shrugs. you notice that he isn’t holding anything in his hands, and from the corner of your eyes you can see yujin and her friend walking towards the exit. judging from the way her friend rubs her shoulders, you can only guess that she’s been rejected like the others.

“you turned her down?” you ask.

yukhei sighs. for someone who receives several confessions, he never looks less guilty when rejecting them. “yujin is really sweet and smart, but i’m only interested in her as a friend. plus, between you and me?” he leans in as if telling you a secret. “i’m pretty sure her friend somi has a thing for her.”

you shake your head in sympathy. poor girl, having to be a wing woman for the girl you like. “well, that sucks.”

he frowns at your curt response, resting his arms on the counter. “you know, we haven’t been friends for very long, yet you never question why i reject everyone.”

you shrug, walking towards the storage room. “you’re just waiting for the right person, because contrary to popular belief, wong yukhei isn’t a heart breaker.”

yukhei can only forlornly watch as you head to the back. “i’ve found the right person, they just haven’t noticed yet,” he mutters.

if you’re being honest, you don’t quite remember how yukhei entered your life. after all, he’s way ahead in the social spectrum, surrounded by swarms of friends like some enforcer of happiness. on the other hand, you’re on the complete opposite side of that spectrum. you’re the quiet guy who minds your own business, so you don’t have many friends like he does, save for the few close ones you’ve made prior to high school. but one day, like the friendly giant he is, he magically appears by your side, and now his presence fills each of your days.

save for the times he teases you about your height and your personality, yukhei isn’t as bad as kids like you describe. sure, he’s loud and outspoken, every introvert’s nightmare, but he isn’t a jerk or a heart breaker like they whisper about. he’s quite the opposite, actually, his personality similar to a golden retriever. the way others perceive him never gets less funny for you. you’ve personally seen him get his nose stuck in a coat hanger before; how in the world does a klutz like him scream heart breaker material?

you’ve only known him for half a year, yet you feel like you’ve known him since childhood. he’s never quiet about his life, and he always seems genuinely interested in you. naturally, like the fool you are, you found yourself inevitably falling for him. it’s not like things will go your way - yukhei is at the center of the school’s attention, meaning he’s surrounded by plenty of suitors. it’s so cliche you’d laugh - the quiet guy pining over the school’s heart throb - but truthfully, you’d rather watch him excitedly talk about his interests or do anything that elicits a smile from him. you’ll have plenty of time to laugh later, anyways.

when you enter the cafeteria, you scan the cliques assembled at each table, looking for your own little group made up of you, mark, renjun, and donghyuck. it’s a mix of different personalities with even more different interests, but sharing the cast roles of trees in the third grade goes a long way.

your sight is quickly obscured by two massive hands, and you sigh, recognizing the cold feeling of a ring against your face. “guess who?” a voice above you sings.

“what are you doing here?” you ask. you quickly regain your sight as the hands slink away, and you turn around to face a smiling yukhei.

“here to grab food just like everyone else,” he answers, ruffling your hair. he laughs when he sees you try to remove his hand from your hair, yours impossibly small compared to his. “is this bothering you, tiny terror?” he teases.

“seriously?”

“sorry, did you say something? you’re a little too quiet.”

to a bystander, it would look like yukhei, the tall, popular kid, was bullying you, the average quiet wallflower. but your friendship all began with this “teasing”, so you don’t really mind anymore.

before you can say anything, you hear a crowd of guys headed your way. you take that as your cue to leave, removing his hand from your hair. luckily, you finally see your friends at a table at the other side of the room. “i’m going to go now. bye,” you say. before you get a response, you slink away from him.

as you slide in a seat beside mark, you catch renjun and donghyuck eyeing you with interest. you’ve known them long enough to know that look means trouble - specifically from renjun and donghyuck. mark is never a part of their schemes, wanting nothing more than a peaceful day. “can i help you?” you ask, leaning down to steal a fry from mark, who shrieks in protest.

"so, you and yukhei?” renjun gives you a knowing look, while mark gives you an apologetic one. you feel like you’ve just jumped straight into a trap.

“we’re friends. what about it?” you ask, taking more of mark’s food. at this point, he’s given up on fending it from your hands.

“he’s in denial,” donghyuck whispers, though you hear it loud and clear. “dude, he gives you heart eyes when you do so much as breathe. how does it feel, having a heart throb like him wrapped around your finger?”

the thought is baffling; you, having yukhei wrapped around your finger? “no comment because i don’t.” renjun and donghyuck boo at your comment. “enough with that nonsense already. we’re just friends. plus, i’m not going to swoon over him-”

“-like everyone else in the building?” mark finishes, pointing his head forward. you look up, and unsurprisingly, a swarm of people surround yukhei, and he’s eagerly chatting with them, probably thriving from the attention. you swear you see a glimpse of yet another letter from a guy you recognize from your biology class, but with so many people it’s hard to tell.

“you know, i don’t understand how people perceive him as a heart breaker. he’s like a clumsy puppy with too much energy for his own good,” you comment, munching on a fry.

“maybe because you’re one of the few people who actually know him well enough to determine that?” mark suggests. “he gets along with everyone, but he tails you like a puppy all of the time. it’s no wonder you know him well.”

you shrug. “maybe if he teased other people all the time, they’d probably get to know him better, too. apparently that’s how people befriend others these days.”

they all exchange a knowing look before staring at you. “riiight. because he teases everyone he wants to befriend. not because, you know, he’s interested in them,” renjun remarks.

you stare at yukhei for a little longer until he looks up and sees you. he frantically waves with a large grin, and you can’t help the small smile that forms on your lips as you wave back. when your hand falls and you go back to eating mark’s food, you shrug. “right.”

something you find odd about your schedule is how you have pe right after lunch. do teachers seriously think it’s a good idea to have students running laps right after eating? that only calls for disaster. it’s something you complain about every now and then to donghyuck, seeing how he’s the only person you can talk to.

“i heard we’re doing the mile run today,” donghyuck shares.

you groan, walking beside him. “i don’t care how many times we do it. i will never not complain about it. what makes him think running’s fun?”

“i don’t know, i think running’s pretty great,” a voice chimes. you don’t need to turn around to guess who it is, but you do anyways. unsurprisingly, yukhei’s right beside you, grinning his signature smile.

“easy for you to say. you’re built like a greek god and you have abnormally long legs. you’re like... a spider.”

yukhei chooses to ignore your comparison about the spider, instead beaming. “you think i’m built like a greek god?”

what a way to feed into his ego. “i take it back.”

he visibly deflates, pouting. “what! you can’t take it back, (name)! don’t hurt me like that!”

you’re about to retort back when donghyuck taps your shoulder. “lucas, (name), hi. i’d hate to bother your flirting session, so i’m going to bother yangyang now.”

“we’re not-” the words are barely out of your mouth before he slinks away from you two, but not before throwing up finger guns at you. you’re left alone with yukhei, who shoots you a cheeky wink.

the five minutes it takes for you to walk to the track field quickly goes by, having spent it conversing with yukhei. your teacher tasks everyone to partner up for the mile run, and your instincts are telling you to go to donghyuck, who’s been your partner each time. but then you see him approach yangyang with an intention in his eyes and you decide to go against it. the only other friend you have in this class would be...

you turn around to look for yukhei, but he’s no longer by your side, instead being encompassed by several guys. he doesn’t quite meet their gaze though, eyes flickering to you. he’s obviously occupied. to your dismay, there are no other options left, and you’d rather die than talk to other people.

someone taps your shoulder and you jump so high that even the perpetrator seems startled. you fearfully stiffen, contemplating the dozen methods of running away, but when you turn around, you visibly relax. it’s hendery, one of your classmates. you don’t know him too well, but you share most of your classes together. “hey (name), you still looking for a partner?” he asks.

“yeah, i am. are you?" of course he’s looking for a partner. why else would he approach you? great. now he’s going to think you’re weird, and then you’re not going to have a-

“perfect, so am i! do you want to run first, or should i?” he flashes you a smile that eases your nerves, and the butterflies in your stomach still.

“i don’t have a preference.”

“okay, then i’ll go first. be sure to keep a good eye on me, okay?” he sends you a flirty wink, and you’re taken aback by the sudden motion, lightly blushing. he seems to notice this, too, grinning at your silence. “i’ve been told i’m a good runner. i hope i impress you~”

your mind is running faster than your body could ever, still trying to process hendery’s boldness. “oh. well, i bet you’re far better than me. i’m not a good runner,” you awkwardly laugh.

it’s only been a few minutes, but you find yourself pleasantly surprised to become acquainted with hendery, though it’s mainly hendery doing the talking since you’re not quite out of your shell yet. in the five minutes you’ve known him, you learn that he’s the captain of the track team and strangely enough, really likes hot dogs. you go through the five stages of regret upon learning this, because your running won’t even begin to compare to his. but he gently assures you it isn’t a big deal, even patting your shoulder.

you decide that hendery’s ability to put people at ease is incredible, because you’re too absorbed with his presence to notice the look yukhei sends from afar.

after that, you and hendery quickly befriended each other. your relationship kind of reminds you of your’s with yukhei because of how different you are, but unlike him, he doesn’t tease you all of the time. you’re not sure how to feel when you find yourself missing it.

on the bright side, he’s a great friend to hang out with when others are busy. renjun and donghyuck have volleyball practice? you go to the arcade with hendery. mark has speech and debate? you get tacos with hendery. yukhei is busy... being the social butterfly he is? you go over to hendery’s house. your increase in hangouts has definitely made your friends suspicious, with donghyuck going as far as accusing you of cheating on yukhei, whatever that means. it’s not like you two are dating, anyways.

(the thought reminds you just how impossible the concept is, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t bothered by it.)

your third period is when you act as mrs. choi’s library assistant. you’re sitting by the counter, flipping through the latest issue of haikyu!! when you hear footsteps approach you. having to act like the responsible assistant, you quickly tuck the book away, but not fast enough judging from hendery’s smirk. “so mr. studious isn’t quite so studious, is he?” he asks.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug. “anyways, what are you doing here? do you have a free period like-” you quickly stop in your tracks. the name stands at the tip of your tongue, but for some reason, a part of you tells you not to say it.

thankfully he doesn’t question your abrupt pause. “no, i have math. pauses for boos,” he sighs. “anyways, can you check this out for me?” he slides a thick textbook your direction.

“sure. student id?” you go through the procedure of checking out his book, which doesn’t take long. “okay, you’re good to go.”

he doesn’t immediately leave though, eyes never leaving your frame. “(name)?”

you pull out your book, flipping back to the page you were on. “yeah?” there’s a pause, which is unlike hendery. from what you know, he’s confident and doesn’t take breaks, which makes you look up from your book. he looks almost... nervous? “are you okay?”

he pauses to take a deep breath, and you’re suddenly embracing for something serious. “would you go on a d-”

“hey (name), hendery! what a coincidence seeing you here!”

you look behind hendery and is surprised to see yukhei approach you with a strained smile. you’ve been hanging out with hendery so much that you haven’t seen yukhei in a while, aside from your shared classes.

at this point, the other patrons in the library have already gotten used to his loud voice, and seeing how you never once kicked him out, they stopped shushing him altogether. “it isn’t a coincidence, yukhei. you know i’m here during third period.” you squint at his appearance. he looks stiff, sweaty even. “are you okay?”

hendery looks like he knows something you don’t, glaring at yukhei. “we’re in a library, or have you forgotten?” there’s an obvious bite in his words, one that shocks you. you had no idea they didn’t like each other, but seeing their mutual glares, it’s kind of obvious now.

“sorry, i had to get my point across,” yukhei responds. he turns to face you, and his smile quickly fades into one of genuine. “hey (name), can i talk to you about something?” he turns to give hendery the stink eye. “in private?”

“he can’t abandon his responsibility as mrs. choi’s assistant, much less for you,” hendery snaps.

okay, you’re really missing something big here. in an attempt to clear the tense atmosphere, you clear your throat. “can it wait...” you glance at the clock. “five minutes? mrs. choi should be back then.”

yukhei nods, giving hendery a triumphant smirk. “of course.”

five minutes later, mrs. choi comes back, allowing you to slink into the empty hallway with yukhei. “before you tell me what you need to tell me- what the hell was that?”

he gives you an oblivious look. “what was what?”

“the tension between you and hendery!” you exclaim. “you two looked like you were going to shoot each other had i not been there.”

he looks genuinely surprised that you noticed. what does he take you for, a dunce? “oh, that? we’ve never really gotten along... but recently, we found out we both like the same person, so that kind of worsened things.”

you nod, though the thought of yukhei finding his right person surprises you, and a small part feels a little disappointed. rightfully so, because not only is it not you, but because he didn’t bother telling you! “you finally found the right person for you?”

“for a while now, actually,” he corrects. now you’re even more surprised; yukhei found someone he liked and hadn’t once told you? the betrayal! “i just haven’t been able to tell them.”

“well, who is it?” you sigh, shaking your head. “you had all of these chances to tell me, and you didn’t even try? i’m disappointed.” technically he would be saving you from heartbreak by not telling you, but that’s beside the point.

“well, that would ruin the surprise then. i was planning on confessing,” he explains, giving you a cheeky smile.

this is fine, this is fine... except it’s not, you mentally narrate. you’re already flashing him a strained smile. “when?” you ask.

yukhei’s smile never once fades, and you’re tempted to wipe it off his face. “right now.” he sweeps his arm in a flourish. “i like you, (name) (last name).”

a pause. you’re frozen in your spot, replaying his words in your head.

i like you, (name) (last name).

this must be some sort of fever dream. or an elaborate prank; you frantically look around for someone to jump out in front of you, camera in hand. but to your shock, you’re still wearing clothes, and no one jumps out. “did i hear that right?” you gawk.

yukhei’s still grinning; your shocked look seems to satisfy him. “i like you. you’re the person i was talking about.”

you’ve been duped - bamboozled! “am i dreaming?”

he laughs, ruffling your hair. “this is very much real, cutie. do you want me to kiss you to prove it?” you visibly flush, hiding your face behind your hands. he’s always teased you, but this it the first time he’s really flirted like this. has he been holding back on your account? he peels your hands off your face, cooing at how red you are. “may i ask for your answer?”

your face is still warm, eyes refusing to meet his. he’s holding your hands, and it feels like he’s holding your heart in them, too. “why?” you’re not asking this because of your insecurities, but because you’re genuinely curious. if he’s shown signs that he likes you, he’s done a great job at making it subtle. 

(yukhei’s definitely not subtle though, which means you probably didn’t notice because you’re just that dense.)

“i like your personality,” he begins. “you’re a breath of fresh air among the familiar, the quiet in my loud. i think we fit really well. plus, teasing you is a bonus, seeing you get all bothered.” he caresses your hands, and you’re suddenly keenly aware of where you two are. “you know, i would’ve made things more extravagant, but hendery was going to sweep you off your feet, so i had to make things quick.”

wait, hendery likes you too? then at the library... this feels like a wattpad fanfic. but instead of pondering on that, you roll your eyes. “even if he said anything, i wouldn’t have accepted.”

his face contorts to one of surprise, but it takes him a few seconds to understand the implications behind your comment. “does that mean you like me, too?” he hums, eyes twinkling in delight.

you hate feeding into his ego, but you decide right now is an exception. “maybe.”

you immediately regret it though, seeing him grin like the cheshire cat. you’re never going to hear the end of it now. “i even managed to woo you with my charms, huh?”

“shut up.”

“with your lips? because i’d love that.” he leans down, batting his eyelashes, and you’re heating up all over again. at first, you take it as another one of his flirty remarks, but the look he gives you is a silent question of consent. it reminds you of how no matter how much he teases you, he would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, never do anything without permission.

there are several thoughts swirling in your head and many things you need to discuss with yukhei. how will the general public react learning about this? will you be harassed by his hoard of fans? will things even work? but instead, you grab his hand and begin walking to a secluded part of the wing. ignoring the what-if’s is very unlike you, but you have more important matters to tend to. “we have to talk about this later.”

yukhei can only hum in agreement as your breath fans over his lips.

as mentioned earlier, yukhei isn’t subtle at all, so it’s no surprise that soon the whole school finds out about your relationship. you can’t be mad at him though, because he really did try. but then he accidentally let it slip during basketball practice, bragging about how you were an amazing kisser. you can’t really be mad at his comment, anyways.

to your dismay, your popularity has soared being yukhei’s boyfriend. you much prefer the times when people had to ask for your name again, because now they all label you as lucas’s boyfriend. like, you have a name. plus, high school students are incredibly nosy. but people are nice, for the most part.

needless to say, your friends had a field day with you upon hearing the news. apparently renjun and donghyuck had made bets on you, to which the former had triumphed. mark simply congratulated you as he struggled to stop the two from fighting each other.

to your surprise, hendery had approached you and congratulated you two on the manner. he ruffled your hair and told you that he’s always available if you ever choose to drop yukhei, to which the latter responded by lunging at him. you didn’t have time to question hendery about the events in the library from the past week, having to stop your boyfriend from fighting him.

your days at school have certainly become livelier. for starters, yukhei has become much more open about expressing affection, though the displays in public are nothing compared to in private. his friends were also quick to introduce themselves to you, even going as far as stealing you from him. you’re pretty sure you’ve become an honorary member of the basketball team now. things have seemed to calm down now, though your friends still tease your relationship every now and then. you try to go by your day with minimal interaction as usual, save for yukhei and your friends.

today was supposed to be your free day, but mrs. choi had called you asking if you could finish up things in the library, having to leave early for a doctor’s appointment. like the kind assistant you were, you had accepted with no hesitation, finishing up her tasks. however, you did feel like you were forgetting something important.

you’ve just finished shelving the final textbook when you hear footsteps approach you. you turn your head, expecting to see the janitor, but you’re startled to come face-to-face with a guy. judging from the threatening look on his face, you can tell you’re in for an unpleasant conversation. and if that’s the case, it’s probably because of yukhei.

with his popularity and your relationship, it isn’t surprising that there were a few that weren’t too happy to see you together. he isn’t some object that wannabe teenagers have ownership over. however, many are yet to grasp that concept. “how can i help you?” you politely ask.

you barely have any time to blink before you’re being pushed against the bookshelf, trapped in between his arms. this feels like a showdown between the love interest and the wannabe, the latter fighting for the affections of the male lead. “listen up, (last name),” the guy snarls. “you better stay away from lucas. you don’t deserve him.”

under normal circumstances, you would be terrified. but apparently you have a death wish, saying, “and you do?”

you close your eyes, bracing for a fist to your face, but surprisingly, it never comes. you squeak an eye open to see him looking down at you with a smirk. “whatever he sees in you, it won’t be there long. did he ever tell you how much he hates boring people?”

usually jerks like him don’t bother you, but... boring? you may be quiet, but you don’t think you’re that boring... right? the stranger releases his hold on you. before he can say any more, the library doors swing open, and like some knight in shining armor, there stands yukhei who looks out of breath. “(name)? hyunjung?”

you two are lucky he didn’t see your position earlier, otherwise it would beg for some unpleasant questions. “hi lucas,” hyunjung politely greets, doing a quick bow. a complete 180 from his personality from earlier. “i was just leaving.”

yukhei nods as hyunjung walks away from you two. he approaches you, pouting. “i was looking all over for you! did you forget about our date today?”

oh, so that’s what you were forgetting. you absentmindedly nod, still thinking of hyunjung’s words from earlier. “oh, sorry.”

he must sense some hostility in you, because he gently grabs your shoulders. “hey, are you okay? you look a little shaken up.”

usually you bottle up your worries; when they overfill, you shove them down even further. but yukhei is the complete opposite, so open about himself like he has nothing to hide. perhaps it’s because you spend so much time with him that his candid tendencies have rubbed onto you. “are you sure you’re okay with this?” you ask.

he tilts his head in confusion. “okay with what?”

you shrug, trying to show hyunjung’s words didn’t bother you as much as it had. “dating me?”

instantly he narrows his eyes, tightening his grip. “did- did hyunjung say something to make you think that way? is that why he came in here?” he protectively wraps his arms around you. “remind me to give him a lesson next time.” you snort; yukhei can’t even hurt a fly. if he does, it’s unintentional, and he always screams at the realization.

“i mean, i usually don’t listen to jerks like that, but-” you pause to gesture at yourself. “i’m your polar opposite, and as funny i think i am, i’m pretty quiet and boring. plus, you hate boring people, or at least people too stuck up for their own good.”

yukhei musters all of the sincerity in his eyes. “but that’s what makes us work so well, (name). i think i’m really cool and nice and all-” you snort at the comment. while all of those adjectives are true, it doesn’t make it less funnier, seeing how much confidence he has. “but i also have my flaws. i can be hotheaded, and i’m bad at saying no. but you help balance them out. you keep me leveled, and you’re always firm about what you want. plus, i help balance your flaws, too; we just work like that.” he squishes your cheeks together, eliciting a sound of protest from you. “if i don’t have a problem with a cutie like you, they shouldn’t, either.”

“some have yet to grasp the concept of treating you like a taken man,” you answer, though it comes out muffled. he giggles at the acknowledgement, leaning down to peck your nose. a garbled noise leaves your throat, and you close your eyes in embarrassment.

“maybe i should show them just how taken i am,” he hums. he promptly removes his hands from your face and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “how about we start by going on our date?”

despite how simple his resolution seems, you know you and yukhei will have another deeper discussion about today’s events. whereas he likes solving things with cuddles and kisses, you like to do it with deep conversations. that can wait for now. “let me lock up first. we’re getting food, right?”

when you look up at him, you suddenly realize what donghyuck meant when he said yukhei looks at you with heart eyes. the look he gives you is so sweet you feel like you’re getting cavities. it’s so endearing you nearly forget all of your insecurities, only focusing on how much he seems to adore you. he always seems to know what to do when you’re in a slump. “of course! gotta feed the cutie here,” he answers, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head.

you roll your eyes with a laugh, though you sneakily wrap your fingers with his. you’ll have plenty of time to repay the favor later.

[sweetdejun]

[1:04 p.m.] to be fair, you always thought lucas was cute, but you guys were more like frenemies than actual friends. you merely exchanged jabs at each other, and when there were other members around, you and he were not likely to interact a lot. still, part of you pretty much thought lucas was a solid 10, even though he was annoying. based on the tiktok trend you'd been seeing of girls texting their guy friends 'you're pretty,' you decided to jump onto that bandwagon as well. so you chose to text lucas. you partly wanted to see his reaction, but you also felt that this was an indirect way of letting him know how you actually thought about him.

your heart stopped as you saw the text bubble pop up: 'what did you say?' and at this point, you would've reeled it back, but for some reason, you wanted to keep pushing at it, so you texted him 'I think you have a pretty face'. you had some water boiling in a kettle for tea, and just as the whistles begin to sound, your phone screen lit up, the red and green circles giving you the freedom to choose your next action. you pick up the call, and you hear lucas on the other end, "are you fucking with me?" you raise your eyebrows, “what are you talking about?” “you know what I’m referring to. the texts.” he says the last part with a hushed voice, and you can only assume this freakout is happening near some of the members. you snicker at the thought, but lucas jumps to conclusions. “you were fucking with me, weren’t you? I hear you laughing.” “no, sorry, it was something else. as far as the texts go…” you breathe out to relax your beating heart. “they’re not lies. I wasn’t fucking with you, I think you’re really good-looking. in fact, I thought you were cute for a very long time.”

you hear him grunt small curses and then a chair is pushed against the ground, you hear it screeching. the members’ voices become faint and now you’re sure that lucas has stepped away from everyone because he says, “you drive me crazy, y/n, did you know that? you get on my last nerve but sometimes I still wonder what it’s like to hold your hand. how a movie night would look like if it was just the two of us.” your breath hitches at his confession, and suddenly you’re a blushing mess. “I’m sorry if I ever came off as too harsh, or that we don’t even talk all that much. you make me nervous as fuck and that’s no excuse for the way I acted but-” you cut him off, “lucas, stop.” you set your phone down and turn on your speaker. “tell you what, I’m home right now. if you can, why don’t you come over? I’m making tea, we can talk more in person.” lucas sighs and sincerely mumbles, “really?” your heart stutters, and you bite your lip. “plus, you can finally see what it’s like to hold my hand,” you teasingly tell him and he playfully whines, “stop making fun of me!” at that moment, you laugh heartily and lucas feels like it’s one of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard. “I’m kidding. you’re more than welcome to come by.” and you smile in anticipation, pulling out two mugs from your cabinet when you hear him say “I’m on my way.”

[retrievablememories]

afterdeath | lucas

title: afterdeath pairing: vampire!lucas x fairy!reader genre: angst, forbidden romance, fantasy, vampire!au request: May I request a Vampire!Lucas with a fairy!s/o (Forbidden romance perhaps?) word count: 8.6k warnings: descriptions of death and sickness, mentions of a funeral, viewing, and funerary preparations, major character death (but...with a slight twist), mentions of blood and drinking blood, smoking cigarettes, arguments/conflict, mentions of physical violence, some romeo and juliet elements? a/n: hmm this fic probably could’ve been more detailed but i was trying to avoid triggering my own damn self with so much talk of death...ha...not sure why i went this route but i wanted a forbidden romance with an actual decent ending for both characters and this was the first idea i had recommended songs: OLLA - jhené aiko

Year 1508

“We’ve felled the demon!”

“Indeed, we have!”

Cheers ring through the dawn as a large group of fairies dance around an immense bonfire, raising their shouts of celebration to the sky. Within the fire burns the body of the Primitiva Vampire, the One and Only Pureblood, haphazardly thrown over the wood pile and relieved of her head—which sits near the bottom of the burning mass of wood, her face still twisted in a mien of anger.

As the sky begins turning lighter with the onset of sunrise, the fairies continue their celebration, staying close to the fire all the while. They carry large flaming torches to guard against any of the Primitiva Vampire’s followers who might try to sneak upon them and strike in that sliver of space where the sun has yet to rise.

The Primitiva Vampire had a long reign of terrorizing fairies and turning humans and other supernatural creatures into vampires. Each transformed being became a terrible revenant, one which viciously hunted villages and stole into people’s homes for more blood, more death, and more unwilling adherents to the vampiric cult.

Mass numbers of fairies had been decimated once the vampires first tasted their blood and took a unique liking to it. For over 200 years, the carnage continued on at the hand of the Primitiva Vampire, who had one day blinked into existence in a way that could never really be explained by any conceivable means, either human or magic. And without ever giving a hint to her strange conception, she tore across cities and towns, converting others into night creatures like herself and building a loyal following of half-bedeviled beings.

When fairy populations had dwindled to nearly extinction-level quantities, they were left no other choice—fight back or be wiped completely from the universe’s ledger. So they took up arms, honed their magic skills, and did just that.

And now, all their efforts culminate in this blood-stained morning. It marks a much-anticipated moment of revelry before they have to return to their posts to watch for the night creatures inevitably waiting on the other side of the sunset, ready to avenge their slain Goddess.

Present Day

“You probably shouldn’t be here right now.”

“I wanted to come,” Lucas replies, taking your hand is his large one. “I wanted to see you.”

“I can figure that.” You laugh quietly, a little afraid to let your voice rise higher in case it carries too far. “But that doesn’t mean you should’ve come.”

Lucas holds your hand tightly. His skin is cold against yours due to his slow blood, and colder still from the chill permeating the air. It’s only one of many vampiric traits that the other fairies would think of as strange or barbaric, but you don’t see it that way. The chilliness just reminds you solely of him.

“Well, I missed you. And I’m here now, so you’ll just have to deal with me.”

The building you’re standing behind is damp, old, and dilapidated, and it’s not even one of your pre-designated meeting places. In front of you is a rusted chain link fence, which barricades a field of tall and unkempt grass. More aged and crumbling buildings scatter themselves across the distance, taken over by grass and climbing vines.

You don’t know what’s out here. This is one place within your district you haven’t been to before. It was Lucas’s idea to come here, after your last meeting place had nearly been discovered and he found it too risky to keep going there.

The entire city of Beijing is split up into different districts, each belonging to a different faction of supernatural beings. Some nonhuman races have close ties with each other and allow frequent cross-district mingling; others are sworn enemies, forbidden to fraternize with each other under pain of death. In these latter cases, crossing into another’s territory without express permission—or in rare situations, ties to a powerful ally (or allies) on the other side—is asking to get arrested, injured, or worse.

Lucas would be your tie to the vampire side and you his tie to the fairy side if your species weren’t centuries-long enemies. Instead, you’re relegated to having him sneak in and out of your district and hide what he is with blood-scent blockers and eye contacts to make the trickery easier to get away with. There’s only so much you can do to disguise your fae nature; stepping into vampire territory would turn you into a shining beacon.

“Hmm…” you sigh, shaking your head with a small smile on your face. You grasp Lucas’s hand so you’re now holding it with both of yours. “How long do you think we can keep this up? Going from place to place like this. Hiding like criminals.”

Lucas gives a lopsided grin—one that cannot morph into a full smile because of the sadness coloring it. “I don’t know. Forever, if we’re lucky.” He chuckles.

You stare at your intertwined hands, unaware of the sheer intensity of the longing expression on your face, though Lucas sees it clearly. It threatens to burn his heart to ash. “Unfortunately, fae don’t live forever like you do, so maybe not. Besides, your people would probably find out and come after me before we could even settle into a ‘forever.’”

He shakes his head fretfully at your words, squeezing your hand. “Do we have to talk about all that now? You know we don’t have much time together. Let’s just enjoy it for what it is.” Lucas pulls you into him, tucking your head into his shoulder.

“That’s fine by me,” you say, and resist the urge to make some dark joke about how scandalous it is for a fairy to have their neck so close to a vampire’s mouth—or a vampire’s anything.

You both stay together in that dingy and old spot for a while, talking in the dark until he tells you he has to go. He follows you the whole way back home to ensure you’re safe, keeping to the shadows until he sees you disappear past your front door. Then, he slips away again to head back to the familiar manor in his own district.

It’s nearly morning when Lucas gets back to the large house he shares with the other six men. By this time of day, he knows they will either be in bed or getting ready to turn in.

“Still visiting that fairy, I see.”

The unexpected voice doesn’t scare Lucas, but it does make his body tense up a bit in irritation and a slight sense of anticipation. He sighs and stops in his tracks on the way to his room, though he doesn’t face the clan leader just yet.

“Is that a problem? Because you know I’m not going to stop.”

Kun makes a noise of disbelief. “Of course it is. You know what the consequences are if anyone outside of us finds out.” Lucas turns to him slightly, and the look on Kun’s face is more disappointment—maybe even slight fear?—than anger. “I clearly can’t stop you from doing what you want to, but I can’t help you if the Association gets involved.”

Lucas rocks back on his heels and sighs, rolling his eyes at the mention of the vampire organization. “Fuck the Association. They’re nothing but a bunch of old ass hags who have no purpose in their lives other than ruling over every other vampire in the world.”

Kun looks weary at his words. “You really don’t care, do you, Xuxi. They’d have your heart on a stake if they ever heard that.” He pauses and rolls his eyes. “They’re also not that much older than me, so I wonder who you’re calling an ‘old ass hag’...”

“Isn’t it a good thing that they won’t hear it, then?” Lucas laughs, but it’s not an entirely humorous sound, and he gives Kun a searching look as his chuckles die off.

“Don’t look at me like that. I have no interest in telling them anything, mostly because I also have no interest in our whole clan being wiped out.”

Lucas nods, reaffirming his somewhat shaky but still present trust in Kun, needing the regular reassurances for his own calm. He stretches his arms above his head and takes a few steps like he’ll go to his room, though he doesn’t move to leave just yet. “Just don’t see what the big deal about all this is. All this over some ancient bloodsucker who died like 500 years ago...who cares.”

Kun winces again, though he doesn’t bother with reprimanding Lucas this time; he only shakes his head and sighs heavily like it’s already a lost cause. “A vampire and a fairy together is more than blasphemy—it’s ridiculous. It’s illogical. They all think we’re bloodsucking demons hellbent on killing them.”

“To be fair, there’s definitely a sect of vampire zealots or two who are trying to do exactly that despite the laws.”

Kun sighs. Lucas is right; what can he say to argue that? “Xuxi…”

“I’m telling you I’ll be fine, Kun-ge. You don’t need to worry about me and Y/N. Things have been going fine for this long.” Lucas nods, then heads off to his room for real this time. Kun watches him leave, feeling a lot less reassured than the younger man.

Ten takes Xiaojun and Lucas on one of their weekly outings to a blood lounge. Blood lounges are an easy and accessible way for vampires to get blood, though the legalities of this practice are a little muddy. Before getting with you, Lucas didn’t mind drinking straight from the source—going to one of the back rooms and sucking some willing, vulnerable being just to the point of death—but now, it feels like a type of transgression. Drinking someone else’s blood can be an intensely intimate act, on the same level as sex depending on the context, and he doesn’t want to do anything to make you think he’d be unfaithful.

To his fortune, there is no club rule about having to feed off other beings; many vampires take their blood in fancy champagne glasses, just like drinks in a human club. He does that now as the three men sit in a darkly lit booth.

Their conversation is unexciting for a while, with Lucas keeping careful not to mention you or any of his recent visits to your district to avoid any prying ears in the lounge. However, things soon get interesting. “We all know how Renjun got taken off the Association’s Registry a year ago, right?” Ten asks suddenly.

“Yes, of course.” Xiaojun answers like he’s already bored of this turn in the conversation. “That’s what happens whenever a vampire dies.”

Ten nods, but his eyes are wide like he has a secret he’s itching to tell. “But I don’t think he actually died.”

Lucas’s ears perk up at that.

“Why?” Xiaojun asks.

“He was seeing that human before he supposedly died, you know—”

“The one who lost it and drove the stake in his heart? We all know how it happened—”

“Can you let me finish? Anyway, I’ve heard some...suggestions that he faked his death—that maybe he got a magic user to set the whole crime scene up and make it look like it was real. Illusory magic, or something like that.”

Xiaojun sits forward. “A magic user. As in a fairy? Or a witch? Who?”

“I don’t know, just someone who uses magic. People are starting to think he and the human faked it all and ran away to Tianjin. I heard someone even claimed they saw somebody who resembled him when they went to Tianjin recently, though I don’t know how true that is…”

Xiaojun’s interest is thoroughly engaged now. “Think the Association will go looking for him, if it's true?”

“I don’t know if they’d care enough to hunt down an unregistered vampire who’s laying low and not creating chaos with other citizens. We all know Tianjin is way more relaxed about inter-species relationships, too. But the Association doesn’t like looking stupid. And that kind of trick definitely makes them look stupid.”

Lucas sits back, taking all of this information in. He is uncharacteristically quiet, but he doesn’t know what to make of that situation or why Ten is telling them about it. He thinks he can guess why, though, by the way Ten’s gaze lingers on him, and that scares him a little. The way this rumor piques a forbidden interest in him scares him. Lucas lifts the glass of blood to his lips and drinks from it, trying to distract himself from the current conversation.

“All this for a damn human. Only an idiot would try something like that,” Xiaojun says, shaking his head.

“Maybe a smart one. It did get him off the Registry.”

“How can you be a smart idiot?!” Ten and Xiaojun start arguing over the semantics of the term, and Lucas watches them in amusement, though his mind remains in two different places for the rest of their time in the blood lounge.

—

Later that night when they are back at the manor, Lucas pulls Ten aside, just like the older man expected him to.

“What’s wrong?” Ten asks, though his expression shows he already knows exactly what’s the matter.

“You...the stuff you said about Renjun earlier. I…” Lucas doesn’t know how to start or break his idea to him softly, so he decides to just say it. “Is it really possible?”

“I think it’s possible. It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to get off the Registry…though many other attempts were way less successful.” Then Ten hesitates before saying, “You could try it.”

“Are you serious?”

“I am.” Ten’s expression softens a little. “I know you and Y/N love each other a lot, but there’s no way the Association will ever let you stay together if they find out. Y/N’s life could actually be in danger. Both of you are, every moment you spend together while living in these districts. If you really want to stay with Y/N, then…”

“...But I wouldn’t be able to see any of you again.” You and Lucas have become so entwined with one another that he can hardly imagine a life without you, but he also finds it difficult to picture his existence without his brothers. They’ve become like blood family to him over the last couple centuries.

“Yeah.” Ten sighs deeply, and although his reply is short, Lucas knows that one word is carrying the weight of all of his stress and sorrow about the idea. “Maybe we could find a way to visit you sometimes. Get the fairies or witches to do some of their magicky shit.” Ten laughs quietly. “But...it’s still just an idea. You don’t have to do it.”

Lucas shakes his head slowly. He wants to put the idea to bed and try to continue on with his life, managing his clandestine visits to your district when he can. But now that he knows of an alternative way, no matter how unreasonable or unbelievable it is, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to forget about it. “Kun-ge is going to kill you once he finds out this was your suggestion. You know that, right?”

Ten shrugs, and the sadness lifts momentarily in the curve of his lips. “He can try.”

The next time you and Lucas meet up, it’s in yet another different place under an ancient and mostly abandoned bridge. As a precaution, you stand together underneath the darkness of the bridge and stay out of sight, though there are few chances of anyone being around to see you in the first place.

He has to muster up the courage to tell you of his idea, unsure of how you’ll react or what you’ll think of it. It’s a lot to ask of you. Your kinships and friendships are not as extensive as his, only having a brother and two cousins left in the world, but he doesn’t know if he could ever ask you to leave them behind like this. Or if he could shake off the guilt that would remain from it.

“There might be a way for us to change things…” Lucas starts, skipping the build-up because he knows it would take him forever to think of something appropriate to say. “But I don’t know if you’ll like it.”

“Change things?” You glance at him curiously. You wish you could see the deep red of his irises, but they are hidden behind his brown contacts. “As in, with us?”

“Yes. So that maybe we wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore. Or at least...not sneak around as much as we do now.”

“What is it?” you ask. Despite yourself, your wings flutter against your back as wonder and excitement rise in your chest. You and Lucas have waxed poetic many times before about how you wish things could be different; and neither of you have ever been able to come up with a workable plan. But now, his claim that maybe something is possible has you dangerously curious.

“Taking myself off the Registry. I could basically just...disappear. The Association can’t harm what technically no longer exists.”

You stare at him in confusion. “But you can’t do that, right? Only under special circumstances…”

Lucas sees the question in your eyes and nods. “Right. Like if I die…” You flinch, shaking your head immediately. “...or pretend I’ve died.” This makes you pause, not expecting to hear something like that come from him.

“Pretend...you’ve died. Faking your own death?”

“I know it sounds crazy, but...there’s another vampire who we think has done it before. And...it worked. Supposedly.”

You shake your head again, but you turn the idea over in your mind. “How would you even do that? Someone would have to know you’re not really dead. That can’t be as easy as it sounds...”

Lucas swallows hard. “I know, it doesn’t, but maybe if we plan it right...I think we could pull this off. Some of the others...already know about it.” Only Ten, really, but that’ll inevitably change soon.

Your heart is hammering in your chest just thinking about this plan—the small, undefined plan that it is—and you’re unsure how to approach it. “If we leave under those circumstances, we can’t come back here to Beijing. Which means we won’t see anyone else again, our families and friends...”

“You understand that.” Lucas’s voice comes out strained.

You sigh, wringing your hands. “I do.”

Lucas hangs his head, closing his eyes tightly. “It’s too much to ask of you. We can just forget about this, really. I know sneaking around has been difficult, and I just—”

“I never said I wouldn’t agree to it,” you say softly, interrupting him before he can begin deriding himself about the idea.

Lucas’s head perks up again, and you both look at each other for a long moment. A cold night breeze flows through your clothes and rustles your wings, which remain tucked close against your back.

“Just think of it as leaving the nest, I guess,” you say, though there are tears welling in your eyes. “Growing up and making a life for ourselves. We can do that...right?”

Lucas bites his lip and closes his eyelids to stave off the tears trying to form in his own eyes. “Yeah. We can do that. Even if it’s a bit...unconventional.”

You nod hurriedly, wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands before any more tears can make their way out. “If you really want to do this, then we need to visit my brother.”

—

Your brother is predictably not thrilled about the idea. He likes Lucas well enough, but he’s never been very good at hiding his skepticism about your relationship. Though he would never say this to you directly, he never expected your relationship to make it past a few months; and yet it’s been a year and a half since you and Lucas started seeing each other. Maybe he’d be glad about your relationship’s stability if your partner was anyone other than a vampire. Alas, he instead spends all his time stressing over whether either of you will be found out at any moment’s notice.

“You’re playing with fire,” your brother says as he sits down at his desk within his apothecary office. He shakes his head the entire time, but he rifles through his collection of books on magic anyway. If there is anyone who knows a potion or spell that could work for this scheme and would actually be willing to keep it all secret, it’s your brother.

“I know that, Aldriel.” You cross your arms, sighing impatiently at your brother’s continuous reprimands since you’ve stepped through his door. “That’s why we came to you. You’re one of the best magic wielders and potionists around.”

“Oh, I’m well aware. No need to blow smoke up my ass,” Aldriel replies, never one to let a moment to brag slip away. He continues flipping through his book fast enough to make the words on the pages blur, his brow creased with focus. He is paying attention to the words and pictures on the pages, though you also know him well enough to realize this is him trying to distract himself from the many thoughts that must be crowding his brain.

“Don’t be so worried about it,” you say, trying to speak against the lump that’s suddenly forming in your throat. “You’ve always complained about wanting me out of your hair, anyway.”

Aldriel pauses in flipping through his spell book to look directly at you now, his brows creased even further and his face creating a visage of bitter desperation. “Not like this.”

Sighing, you turn away from him and let him go back to his textbook, knowing you’d probably start to cry if you look at him any longer. And who knows what will happen once that begins.

You go back to Lucas, who is sitting in the other room with his face turned to the window. It is nighttime and the blinds are closed, so you know he’s not looking at anything in particular. His mind must be similarly preoccupied.

“You okay?” you ask, touching his arm.

“Fine,” he answers, though he doesn’t turn to you. He just grasps your hand where it slides down to his own, gripping your fingers tightly. “As fine as I can be in this situation, I guess.”

You sit down in front of Lucas on the floor’s intricately decorated rug, resting your head against his knee. “It’ll be okay.” You aren’t sure of the words when they leave your lips, but you have to believe in them or else all will be lost.

—

You both spend a few hours at Aldriel’s place. At one point, you try to prod Lucas into going back to his clan to avoid raising suspicions for being gone too long—you can just get the potion to him some other day—but he insists it’ll be easier for him to stay and receive the potion now.

Finally, in the hour before dawn, your brother’s door opens and he steps through. “It’s ready.”

Both you and Lucas come alert at that, and you step back into Aldriel’s apothecary to see what he’s developed.

“This is an advanced death glamor potion,” your brother says, holding up a small glass bottle. “It contains a magic incantation that will leave you dead for a week and only a week. Seven days. Your body will remain in perfect stasis, so there’s no risk of the regular side effects that come with death.”

“A week?” you repeat, nervousness coursing through your body. Lucas looks equally apprehensive, and he squeezes your hand tighter.

Aldriel nods, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “That should be enough time to take care of the funeral arrangements and make everyone else think you’ve passed.” He says the last bit while gesturing to Lucas. “I’m not super clear on how vampire funerary customs work, though, so—”

Lucas nods. “No, it’ll work. That’s enough time.”

Your brother’s mouth creases into a thin line. “Good.” He passes the vial to Lucas, makes an expression like he might say something else, and then shakes his head, glancing to you instead. “You plan to go to Tianjin, right?”

“That’s right,” you say quietly.

“You’ll need to find a place to stay, then, until you can get one of your own. And I think we both know exactly where that will be.”

The potion works just as Aldriel said it would. It’s hard to know whether to be dismayed or relieved about this, though the former emotion quickly wins out with everyone.

Lucas takes it a week after meeting with your brother and procuring all the necessary fake documents, claiming it’s best not to wait any longer for it. You feel apprehensive about doing it so soon; or maybe you just want to stall for a little while longer. By now the other five men in his clan all know, each with varying reactions to it but ultimately unable to do anything to change his mind—not even Kun.

On the night Lucas uses the potion, Kun makes one last ditch attempt at reasoning.

“You don’t need to go to this extreme,” the older man insists. Though his voice is cold and sharp and deceptively calm, his entire face is a picture of perfect anger. Everyone had already had their turns talking to Lucas alone and telling him what they needed him to hear—and now it’s just Kun left.

“It’s my decision,” Lucas says, keeping his voice steadier than he feels. “I want to be with Y/N. There is no other way.”

“You’re endangering the entire clan with this. You’d throw us all away for one person?” Kun’s eyes are red-rimmed, but not just from the rage; Lucas knows he’s been crying. Lucas shuts his own eyes, his forehead creasing as he presses the pads of his fingers to his temples.

“Don’t say it like that.”

“That’s exactly what it is.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” Lucas shakes his head, knowing he is treading on very dangerous waters with what he’s about to say. As if the situation weren’t already contentious enough. “You closed yourself off to love a long time ago. After Jingyi died. You just wouldn’t know.”

The vivid red hue of anger bleeds into Kun’s irises at the mention of his late human lover, and he has to make a very concentrated effort not to reach for the younger’s neck. “How dare you speak of her.”

Lucas opens his eyes again and looks directly at his elder now. “You’ve let the Association run your life too much,” he says, though the words come out sounding a bit defeated. He’s not even sure why he invokes Kun’s lover now; maybe he is trying to make the split easier by provoking the other man into hating him. “You’ve let them beat it into you that love is not worth trying for. What did you gain from that, in the end? But more loneliness.”

Lucas gets the breath knocked from him when Kun slams him up against the wall, and the unpleasant sound of wood splintering strikes against his eardrums. A long vertical crack forms in the wood behind Lucas, but not wide enough to make the wall separate completely. Not using his full strength, then, Lucas thinks to himself.

Kun looks for all the world like he might kill Lucas then and there without the younger man ever needing to take a potion—just bite his heart right out. He crumples Lucas’s shirt in his hands, fisting the fabric tightly enough to create small rips in it. His irises are the color of newly spilled arterial blood, and alongside the red rimming of his eyes from his earlier crying, it makes for an agonizing sight—one that sears itself into the back of Lucas’s mind. It’s made even worse by the new tears spilling down the older man’s face.

He chokes out through the tears, “You cannot do this. I raised you. You would have me destroyed twice?”

Lucas wishes he could shut every one of his senses off right now, but he can only manage to shut his eyes, once again, against the pain in the other man’s gaze. “I’m sorry, Kun-ge.”

—

After that, Lucas goes back to his own room and sits on the bed for a long time, replaying the events in his head and growing colder with the realization of what he’s about to do. He stares at the small vial on his dresser until he can’t stare at it anymore, and then he downs it all at once. He looks at the vial with renewed interest as it actually disappears once the fluid is gone, the glass evaporating away in the palm of his hand like water droplets under the sun. No evidence.

Lying on his side, he stares at the wall across from his bed and waits for the spell to begin working. He doesn’t know how much time passes, but eventually his vision begins to blur, almost so imperceptibly that it’s difficult to realize until he notices everything in his field of view is doubled, objects bleeding out of their lines like pictures drawn by a drunken artist—there’s a strange ringing in his ears too, a sound on the edge of his hearing but still present, and he doesn’t know what any of it means, or if this is how other beings feel when they are on the brink of death—it’s frightening, and he feels a momentary pang of sympathy for other nonhumans and humans alike who have no choice but to experience this terrible ordeal at the closing of their lives—

It’s harder to keep his eyes open now, so he closes them and lets all sounds and sensations fade out of his hearing—he only holds one last memory of you in his mind, of the soft and filmy texture of your wings underneath his fingertips, of you laughing whole-heartedly at something silly he’d said, and he joins his hands together in the universal symbol of prayer even as they grow weaker, hoping and praying even to his cursed vampire ancestor that this won’t be the very last memory of you—

—

“Yes, he has...most certainly departed from this world.” 

An Association council member known as Belial announces this to the room of men after doing a thorough check of Lucas’s body. His voice is distant and saddened. The texture of it is almost tangible, dragging everyone down with it like a physical thing—akin to a rock being dropped into a thin sheet. “Such a fledgling, too. Truly tragic and strange circumstances.” Belial stands beside the bed, shaking his head and looking down at the still form of the younger man as if he might discover an answer if he stares for long enough. “Was there no indication…?”

“He was probably exposed to bad blood,” Ten replies, his voice tense and quiet. Though Kun is clan leader, he doesn’t say anything at all, leaving all the dirty work of explaining the lie to Ten.

Belial’s gaze turns to Ten. He shifts his head slightly to turn his ear towards him, as if he didn’t understand what the other man said. “Bad...blood? As in death by blood weakness?”

The room feels like it’s been sucked of air once these words are spoken, and the younger men shift uncomfortably. Sicheng never lifts his gaze to look at Belial, though Yangyang’s eyes keep darting between Belial and Lucas on the bed like he’s waiting for something to happen. Hendery is just as anxious beside Yangyang, both of them passing uneasy energy between each other. Xiaojun’s face is still fixed into the same permanent frown it had been in since Lucas first told them of the plan. His eyes remain downcast and fixed on Lucas, silently asking Why did you have to be the idiot this time?

“Yes, blood weakness. He hadn’t drank as much blood as usual in the last few days...maybe he seemed a little restless...but we didn’t think it was unusual. He...didn’t seem sick.”

“Where would he have gotten bad blood from? We vampires always take such care…” Belial’s tone turns condescending, as if he could expect no better from a young vampire—someone not even wise enough to tell bad blood from uninfected blood. How could one let themselves be taken out of this world by such a fundamental, basic mistake? Kun curls his fingers into a fist at his side, though he quickly remembers himself and tries to let them relax.

“The blood lounge,” Hendery blurts out. Every eye turns to him now, and Ten’s mouth thins into an agitated line. This isn’t what they agreed on. “M-maybe it was spoiled blood from the blood lounge. It had to be. He’s more careful than that…”

Belial’s eyes are whirling with so many emotions that it’s hard to pin any singular one down. “Serving bad blood, with or without knowledge of it, is an incredible offense within any vampire district. In that case, the establishment must be shut down—after an exhaustive investigation, of course.” This statement causes more discomfort among the gathered men, almost too much of it to be properly concealed.

“I think that won’t be necessary,” Kun interjects quietly. Belial looks at him with an expression that reeks of offense, and Kun returns the stare, glaring straight into the elder vampire’s eyes. “He died of blood weakness, most likely from drinking from some disease-ridden human. Even though he used the blood lounge and blood bags, he was in the habit of getting outside blood on occasion. It was a moment of poor judgment that cost him his life...and nothing more than that.”

A tense silence stretches over the room, and Belial’s eyes still don’t leave Kun’s. The other men remain statue-still, waiting to see what will happen—if it will work—until Belial says, “Yes. Of course. I’ll file his passing with the Keepers of the Registry, as protocol states.”

The other men stay quiet and motionless until Belial departs from their house.

“You used your compulsion on a council member,” says Yangyang, and even his voice is trembling when he speaks.

“I didn’t think that was possible,” Xiaojun notes, though his tone is more irritated than awed. “They’re all so much more advanced.”

That action obviously didn’t come for free, though, because Kun is holding his head like it hurts, turning away from the rest of them. “Such recklessness is not my style. Primitiva help us all. We’re all dead if we’re found out.”

“Why did you say that,” Sicheng deadpans, his words directed to Hendery. Even though Sicheng hasn’t said or done anything since stepping into the room, he looks thoroughly exhausted. “You almost gave us away.”

Hendery holds himself up on the bed as if he’ll collapse, his body bent with all the weight of their lies. He makes a motion like he might sit on the bed before remembering it’s where Lucas’s body is resting, and he straightens himself with some effort. “I...but he was thinking badly of Lucas. Like it was his fault.”

“It was,” Kun says faintly.

“You can’t let your emotions get the best of you right now. Just let me handle the talking.” Ten’s expression is stressed, and for a moment he starts to wonder if he should’ve ever said anything to Lucas at all.

Xiaojun shakes his head. “For now, there is a lot more we need to do than just talking.”

Vampire funerary procedures are much different from what many other supernatural races are used to—even blasphemous to some. Everything is handled at the home of the deceased instead of a funeral home or mortuary, in keeping with the tradition of honoring one’s vampire ancestors—and ultimately, the Primitiva Vampire. After the Primitiva’s gruesome death hundreds of years ago, all that had been left was her ashes once the fire burned out, but her followers still gave the remains a proper processing and burial.

The men dress Lucas in one of his nicest suits and perform all the necessary actions that would be involved at a funerary home, including preparing the casket. All of them help throughout this process as tradition dictates, though it is more difficult than any of them expected it to be. (No one even makes a dark joke about you’ll have to do this for me when I’m gone, which speaks to their inner turmoil.)

The viewing is equally challenging to get through, if not more.

Many of their vampire friends and acquaintances attend, including various members of the Association. Everyone seems to buy the blood weakness lie perfectly, which means Kun’s compulsion worked as it should have. That knowledge does very little to relax any of them in the grand scheme of things, though.

Though they know Lucas is not really gone, the sight of him lying there in that dark coffin with other vampires looking sadly down at his still face and dabbing their tears away is deeply frightening.

The night of the viewing goes by at a glacial pace, and every other night after that up until the funeral passes even more slowly, like time itself has dropped its speed to prolong the torment.

When the last few straggling visitors for the viewing are gone, the men go their separate ways to try to deal with the not-so-small trauma of the day’s events. Kun goes up to one of the manor’s several wide balconies, one that they’ve all used as a familiar hangout spot or simply a place to unwind over the years. The sun will not rise for another forty-five minutes or so, giving him enough time to sit and think before it becomes unsafe. He is not very surprised when he finds Ten already there, though he decides not to leave.

“You stopped smoking three decades ago,” Kun comments, waving his hand in a pitiful attempt to clear out the smell of smoke filling the air. There’s no hint of teasing or personality in his voice, only hollowness and exhaustion. He sits beside the other man in one of the chairs sat outside. “Where did you even get cigarettes from?”

“Don’t worry about me. This is just for the nerves.”

“Why would I worry, it’s not like you can—” Kun pauses before saying the word they both know, realizing it hits far too close to home right now. Silence falls between them until Kun asks, “Do you actually believe this will be worth it?”

“It will. We’ve worked too hard for it not to be.” Ten takes a drag from his cigarette. “We’re giving them a second chance. Isn’t that something to feel good about?”

“A second chance. How interesting.”

“Everyone deserves one.” Ten glances at Kun from the corners of his eyes and doesn’t say anything more, but Kun already knows what he’s vaguely implying.

“And yet everyone doesn’t get one.”

“All the more reason to take the opportunity when it becomes possible.”

Kun doesn’t reply to that. Ten places a hand on his shoulder, but the older man meets this with little regard as he rises from his seat and walks away at a sluggish pace.

You stand in the train station ready to buy a ticket, clutching documents falsifying your identity and feeling more terrified than you possibly ever have. Today marks the seventh day, and you don’t even know if Lucas is alive right now. It was too risky to have any of the other clan members contact you—not until you and Lucas meet up in the designated place. You know Aldriel is an excellent potion master, and if he says the spell will work as intended then it will, but there’s always that seed of doubt.

Your parting with Aldriel had been typical of your relationship with him—you crumbling before him and him pretending like he was fine, lending enough strength for the both of you to survive on, though you knew he was also bleeding from the heart.

“You better not forget about me,” you’d told him, smushing your face into the sleeve of his shirt to hide your tears, though there was no stopping the flow. It was staining his shirt sleeve right through.

He’d scoffed at you, though it was a watery sound. “I couldn’t if I wanted to.” He’d held your head closer against his shoulder, the both of you glued together in whichever way seemed fit when you’d walked through his door one last time to say goodbye. “We’ll see each other again. Don’t worry.”

You’d lifted your head from his shoulder then, looking at him with an aggrieved expression. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Aldriel put his hand on top of your head, petting you like a small puppy. It was a thing you’d disliked since you were both children, but which only made your heart hurt even more now. “Have more faith in me than that, dear sister. You’ll see.”

When it’s your turn to get a ticket, you step up to the counter and hand over your information, trying to keep the shaking in your hands to a minimum. The teller behind the counter is also a fairy, their wings tucked against the back of their uniform but peeking out at the sides. You childishly try to take some solace in that, hoping there will be some solidarity between you two. Maybe they’ll be less critical of your legitimacy than any other being might be.

The process is scarily easier than you’d thought it would be, though you are sweating the entire time. A fake name and birth date, and no one suspected anything. All of this would have to be your new identity now if you were to live with Lucas in Tianjin without being discovered.

Getting on the train when it comes is only part of the long journey ahead. It doesn’t provide you with much relief, but you are at least thankful to have one segment of that journey complete.

—

It takes another cab to get to your destination once you’re off the train, but you soon arrive at the house of one of Aldriel’s friends and his similar-name twin—Raziel. Raziel was Aldriel’s most trusted and oldest friend, their woven history extending back to childhood. The three of you had grown up together, and you’d even been quite familiar with Raziel until they left for Tianjin some years ago. Now, you’re back in front of each other again under circumstances that you never could’ve guessed.

“You’re here. Good.” Raziel welcomes you into their house with open arms, tugging you into a jittery hug that you anxiously return.

“Have...you heard anything?” you ask, though you know it’s futile. Raziel wouldn’t have gotten any more information than you have, not until Lucas was standing right on their doorstep. They shake their head and give you a sympathetic look, patting your hands.

“He’ll be alright. Everything will go well. I believe it.” Raziel guides you further into their house, presumably towards the room you’ll be staying in while you’re there. “It’s all so romantic, though—even if it doesn’t feel like it right now. I hope you know you’re doing a good thing, in the end.”

You force your facial muscles into a smile, though it is a ghostly and fleeting one. “Thank you.”

Either way, you will have to wait until nighttime to know if Raziel’s words come true or not; the sun is still high in the sky. It’s only midday. You’ve never before hated the sunlight, but right now you curse the sun’s rays that elongate the time between you and your lover.

—

“You all, give him some damn space,” Ten says, trying to pull the younger vampires away so they won’t crowd around the coffin. “He doesn’t need the scare of his life looking at all your faces when he wakes up.” Despite trying his best to be the voice of reason, Ten also has to refuse the urge to station himself beside the coffin and watch for the slightest movement of eyelids, the tiniest twitch of the lips. His hands shake from the frayed nerves of a week of nothing but death and gloom, and even though he doesn’t need to sleep, he thinks he will be out for at least two days after all of this is over.

There is no set time, no designated signal for when—or the dreaded if—Lucas will awaken. The waiting game feels longer than it really is, especially with the hours until the funeral commences steadily counting down. However, it is not very long before there’s a big sucking breath coming from the coffin, the sudden sound of lungs being filled after a week of complete stillness. Everyone rushes back to the bier when this happens, peering wildly inside the coffin.

Lucas’s eyelids flutter for an eternity before shooting open. He immediately seems distressed upon waking, sitting up out of the coffin so quick that it stutters on its stand, and the others have to steady it before it tips over.

“Xuxi...are you okay?” Sicheng asks, voice hushed with nervousness. Despite his unending anger and distress about the situation, Kun has also crowded in to witness Lucas’s awakening, and he visibly sags with relief to see the younger man is at last awake.

The look in Lucas’s eyes is wild. They are momentarily afraid that maybe something has gone wrong with the potion—maybe it has affected his mind somehow and he doesn’t remember any of them— but then he says,

“Y/N. Is Y/N okay?”

“We don’t know,” Sicheng replies. “I mean, hopefully. But it was safer to not have so much cross-communication going on—you’ll have to go to the meeting spot to find out…”

Though the reasons for this make sense, this does not provide consolation. Lucas fumbles his way out of the coffin with the men’s help. It’s clear he’s still disoriented, which makes them even more nervous, if that’s possible at this point.

“You should drink some blood before you leave,” Hendery suggests, and everyone else agrees. Lucas won’t argue that, so he downs one of the blood bags they have stored until he feels a little more like himself.

“You have to go soon, the funeral is set to start in another hour—we’ll have to leave—” Yangyang warns him, though the words fade at the end of his sentence. He doesn’t know how to continue his thought or how to even begin saying goodbye.

Lucas fills that gap by steeling himself and saying his farewells to each of them in turn, though his eyes are troubled and his chin crumples like he might cry at any moment.

“Don’t say I never helped you out with anything,” Ten says, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. Being separated is painful, but it’ll ultimately serve its purpose of giving Lucas a chance at having a love that none of them could. After seeing Kun suffer the way he did after losing Jingyi, Ten wants to spare another one of his mates from dealing with the same fate.

When Lucas gets to Kun, there is a slight awkward silence and a swift exchange of glances—Lucas’s soft gaze butting up against Kun’s more solid one, which is simultaneously pleading to him and rebuking him for his actions. Still, Kun embraces him tightly enough that their bodies could join together.

“Xuxi…” Kun starts, “I don’t…” And then his words break, leaving an unspoken thought between them.

“One day, you’ll forgive me for this,” Lucas whispers to the older man. Kun gives him an endlessly hurt look in return, silently asking him how he could even conceive those words. When they separate from each other, it’s with much reluctance. Lucas looks at them all and nods once, his mouth tight with grief.

“Right. Time to go, then.”

—

You awake in the middle of the night to cool fingers on the side of your face, which startles you completely out of your sleep. Opening your eyes to an unfamiliar room scares you even more, and it takes you a moment to remember why your surroundings have changed. The knowledge comes back to you quickly when a large palm slips against your own, long fingers twining with yours.

“Xuxi,” you whisper quietly, the sound of his name hanging in the air like a prayer. One of the last few times you’ll be able to freely call him that, except in private.

You can’t see his figure well with all the lights turned out, but he had no problem navigating through the dark to reach your bedside. Wanting desperately to see his face, you fumble around for the bedside lamp switch before turning it on.

“Y/N…” Lucas’s face is suddenly illuminated to you in all its golden glory, a myriad of emotions flickering over his features.

“I didn’t even hear you come in,” you say breathlessly. You’re somewhat sad and wish you could’ve met him at the door, embraced him after his long trip, but it doesn’t much matter anymore because he’s here now.

“Poor Y/N. My baby must’ve been so tired.” Lucas bumps his forehead against yours, his whole body drooping with relief as he practically sinks into you, and you giggle a little as you complain about having to hold his weight up. There is a tingle behind your eyes that threatens to turn into a sudden burst of tears, but you try to hold them at bay for a while longer.

“Are we safe?” he whispers, needing your confirmation. “Raziel said so. But...are we really safe?”

“That’s frightening to even think about,” you reply quietly. “We can’t stay here too long, but for now…I think we will be.” Lucas nods without a word, still holding your hand. His blood-scent is completely absent, as it usually is when he’s around you, and you know he’s used the blockers. Soon, with the ability to go out together and not be arrested or threatened for it, that will not be necessary to disguise his vampirism anymore. “It...won’t be easy.”

“No, but the things we want out of life usually aren’t.”

You squeeze his hand. “Raziel will help take care of things for us. It won’t all be trials and tribulations. I hope.” More hesitantly, you ask him, “What was it like? Being dead?” You know that vampires, being once human, still have souls and an afterlife to go to like most other living beings.

The look on his face is worrying. He doesn’t meet your eyes; he only shakes his head and stares at your joined hands. “It was cold without you.” His lips pull into a weak and chapped smile, if only to quiet your worrying, but that doesn’t work as intended. You decide to leave it for now, figuring there will be more time to talk about it when he feels ready.

Turning the light back off, you both press your bodies together as close as they can physically get, Lucas’s head on your chest and his long legs all jumbled together with yours. You fall asleep before he does, lulled away by his comforting and safe presence. He stays awake for a while longer, staring into the dark and the dark staring back into him, before everything else falls away.

[smileysuh]

fallen

🌙 staring. Lucas x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. Lucas has never liked humans, especially after he fell from heaven, but there’s something about you that draws him in, something that restores the grace in his chest, and he can’t let you go.

cw/tw. light predatory demon activity, slight stalking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (f receiving) etc.. I petnames. (hers) baby, princess, etc...

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6k

🍭 aus. non idol au, fallen angel au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. Lucas has a wet shirt in this one.

He knew he shouldn’t get involved. But there was something about the prayers ringing in his ears that drew him in. No one had prayed to him since he fell, it had been many, many years. 

Lucas took a sip of his drink, hissing at the burning taste.

He’d never liked human alcohol, it was primitive like the people who made it, but it did the trick. And sometimes, if Lucas focused hard enough, it could make him feel like he was flying again. 

He missed his wings, missed the feeling of wind in his hair, but he tried not to dwell on it, unless he was in a bad mood, in which case he chased the feeling like a predator going after its prey. 

Another whimper invaded his thoughts and Lucas set down his drink, heading towards the back door of the bar that led to the alleyway.

He shoved the door open, eyes immediately narrowing in on the sound of the prayers.

A man had you pushed against the wall, hands on either side of your head, and it was obvious from your body language that you weren’t into it.

the man, a demon, turned to look at Lucas, and realization flashed over his face, “come to join the fun?” the demon asked.

Fallen angels were far and few between, but those who did walk the streets, often hung out with demons. Angels were powerful, having one (even if he had fallen) on the side of hell was never a bad idea.

“fuck off,” Lucas said, voice low.

The demon stiffened, considering for a moment the possibility of fighting, but one growl from the tall bleach blonde made the demon pull away from you, “she’s all yours.” he said, turning and escaping down the alley.

you had watched the whole exchange silently, and now that the mean man was gone, your eyes focused on your new protector, “thank you-” you whispered.

Lucas’s dark eyes studied your form, up, down, then up again, “this place is dangerous, you shouldn’t be here.” without another look, Lucas turned and went back inside, leaving you breathless and shaken.

Something tugged at the corners of Lucas’s mind. It started off slow, like a whisper, a woman’s lips against the shell of his ear. But steadily, it got louder, and louder, until Lucas couldn’t ignore it anymore.

He knew it was you, calling to him through the heavens, but he didn’t know why. 

When he’d been an angel, it would have been as simple as popping in and checking out what you were doing. But now that he was... fallen, he couldn’t do that anymore. 

So instead, he sat, listening to your prayers, listening to the thought of him repeating over and over in his head until it stopped abruptly, leaving Lucas with a dry throat and pants that were too tight.

Without your soft voice, whispering his name in his ear, Lucas felt empty... cold. His skin tingled and his mouth felt dry, heart thrumming a steady but firm beat in his chest.

There was something different about you, he’d known it when he’d been drawn to help you that night in the alley. Lucas had never much cared for humans, especially after he fell from heaven. 

It felt like something was constricting the grace that reverberated through his chest. The angelic power there had been dwindling for years, but now it felt fresh and rejuvenated as if your prayers had given him an energy boost of sorts.

Lucas licked his lips and finished the drink in his hand.

His mind wandered to all the dirty things you could have been doing to yourself while thinking about him. He was a stranger to you, and yet, you’d been thinking about him during your most intimate moments.

Pride swelled in Lucas’s chest, and maybe that’s what pushed him to stand up, heading to the door of the bar. 

Something was guiding him, something Lucas wasn’t entirely trusting of. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket, and the pavement seemed to pass steadily under his feet until he stopped.

The growing tightness in his chest had reached a breaking point, making Lucas still to a stop outside of an apartment building he’d never been to before.

Lucas turned to look at the building, taking in the frame, the windows.

There was movement in one, and the brief shadow of a form crossing past the window caught the angel’s attention.

It was you.

He’d only seen you for a moment, but he could feel it was you.

Again, Lucas’s mouth felt dry.

He stood there for a few minutes, hoping, praying for you to appear again. He hadn’t prayed in hundreds of years, and Lucas’s mind played tricks on him, two sides of him battling out over bending to the will of any angel who may have heard his steady plea.

Maybe a stray Cupid was running around somewhere, ready to shoot you and make you Lucas’s.

or maybe, Lucas had been the one shot that night in the alleyway.

To Lucas’s disappointment, you never appeared again, and as hours went by, he just stood there on the street, enjoying the feeling of the closeness, even though you had no idea he was there.

with each passing second, Lucas could feel more warmth flooding into his chest.

He needed you.

And he would do anything he could to get you. 

As you waited in line to order your coffee, you heard someone else enter the little cafe. You were busy reading a text from your friend, so you didn’t bother to lift your head until you’d reached the cash register.

The coffee guy who worked there was cute, a caffeine enthusiast named Johnny who always upped your coffee size and drew smiley faces on your cups. He was nice, definitely not the worst face to see first thing in the morning.

“How are you today?” Johnny asked, smiling as he rang up your usual order, brown eyes gazing at you over the cup he was writing on.

“Doing okay,” you answered, “you?”

Johnny shrugged, “My day always gets better when I get to make you your morning coffee.” His flirting made you blush and you shook your head at his antics, beaming at him, “that will be $4.75.”

You reached into your wallet for your card when you felt a body close behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, as if electricity was coursing over your body, as an arm grazed by yours, tossing a five-dollar bill onto the counter in front of your favorite barista, “I got it.” Came a deep voice that made your heart flutter.

You weren’t sure how, but you knew who the man was before you even turned to look at him.

The blonde from the bar was even bigger up close. Tall, around the same height as Johnny, who you’d always considered to be a perfect size. 

The blonde looked down at you, flashing a smile that melted your heart, “it’s you-” you breathed.

“Bet you thought you’d never see me again, huh, gorgeous?” the man said.

There was something about the way he was looking at you, something about his close proximity, that had your body reacting, “no, I didn’t,” you felt like you were fumbling over your words, unable to even think coherently, so lost in the man’s angelic features. 

“Do you two know each other?” Johnny asked, feeling at odds with the tension that had sprung up so suddenly. He liked being the one you talked to in the mornings, not whoever this new guy was.

“He uh, he helped me get away from some creep at the bar the other night.” you said, breaking your eye contact with the blonde to look at Johnny, “I didn’t really get to thank him,” your eyes landed on the bill that Johnny had yet to accept from your savior, “actually, wait, I owe you the coffee.” 

“It’s nothing,” the blonde said.

“No really, Johnny, don’t accept his money, I’m paying.” you pulled a twenty from your wallet, ready to pay for both of your drinks.

“Take my money.” the blonde said, “and I’ll get a venti iced coffee, black.” 

Johnny took the man’s money, flashing you a betrayal wink before he began to ring up the man’s order, “name?”

“Lucas.” 

His name felt familiar, you weren’t sure how, but it felt as if it wasn’t the first time you were hearing it.

You’d been thinking about him for days, always as more of a concept than anything, but now that you had his name, something about it felt like you’d known it all along.

Lucas tossed another five-dollar bill down for his own coffee, grabbing your wallet from your hands and putting it back into your purse before you could fight him on it, “you don’t get to pay for me, but you could sit with me if you’d like.” Lucas said, voice soft, and yet still so deep.

“I’d love that.” you said honestly, following Lucas to the side of the coffee shop to wait for your orders, “do you come here a lot?”

Lucas shook his head, “don’t drink much coffee.”

“And yet here you are,” you laughed, “what a coincidence.”

“Is it?” The man smirked at you and you cocked your head at him, trying to understand his words, “I don’t believe in coincidence,” he continued, leaning an arm onto the coffee bar, “I knew I’d see you again.”

Your heart lurched in your chest, and again, you found yourself understanding him completely. “this is going to sound weird, but... me too.” you confessed.

Lucas smiled, eyes looking you up and down, “you look cute, going somewhere after this?”

“Cute?” you laughed at his words, looking down at your outfit. It was your comfortable Sunday morning outfit, something you wore to get coffee and then go home, “thank you, no, actually, my day is pretty free.”

“Good,” Lucas said, “more time for me.”

you laughed, “you’re quite confident aren’t you?”

Lucas shrugged, massive shoulders heaving, “I always thought that if you wanted something you should just go for it.”

“And you want to spend the day with me?” you asked, looking up at the beautiful man with doe eyes that made him want to just grab your face and kiss you.

“Want to make you smile,” Lucas said, fingers reaching out to gently pinch your chin. The brush of his skin on yours sent jolts through your body and your breath caught in your throat, but as soon as the contact had been initiated it was taken away, “but spending the day with you sounds nice too.”

The rain had been sudden, and at first, Lucas had cursed the heavens. But when he saw the way your hair stuck to your face with water, skin lit from running through the streets to find cover from the storm, he realized it had been a godsend.

And your shirt sticking to your body wasn’t too bad to look at either.

On the doorstep of your apartment, looking at Lucas, who was equally drenched from the water that had fallen from the sky, you didn’t want your day to end. 

He shook out his blonde hair like a big dog you just wanted to hug and coo over, running a hand through his blonde trestles to expose his forehead and golden skin. His white shirt was sticking to his torso, and you could see each indentation of muscle, movements sending ripples under his skin that enchanted you.

His hands were on either side of the doorway, boxing you into your apartment as if he was trying to tell you not to dare to brave the storm any longer. 

“Want to come up?” you asked before you could help yourself. 

He smiled that beautiful smile you’d already fallen in love with after having spent the day with him, “Are you sure?”

The cockiness from earlier was mostly gone. You’d watched the blonde become more and more comfortable with you, exposing a sweet and squishy inner core that made you just want to bundle him up in your arms and pepper his skin in kisses.

You bit your lip, nodding and stepping back into the lobby of your building, inviting Lucas in with your eyes. Lucas smiled and stepped forward, following you. 

“I have a hoodie you can borrow and I can dry our clothes,” you told him, as you went up to your apartment, fumbling with the keys a little at your door. You’d had guys over before, but none of them had ever been as beautiful as Lucas, and you weren’t sure exactly what was going to happen.

He looked around your apartment, then his gaze went down to the puddle you were both leaving in the entryway, “oh, I’m ruining your floor.” His hands went to the bottom of his shirt and before you could even prepare yourself, he was pulling it up and over his head. 

Your eyes took in every inch of newly exposed skin, and you could feel yourself nearly drooling. Then his hands went to the button of his jeans, which were also soaked. He stopped, looking up at you with a smirk, “aren’t you going to go get changed out of your clothes too?”

“Oh, right, I’ll uh, grab you some clothes.” You hurried away to your room, eagerly removing your wet shirt and pants. You through on a comfortable outfit, and found the largest pair of sweats you owned, then grabbed a large hoodie.

When you returned to the entrance of your apartment, Lucas still had his jeans on, which made you a little disappointed, “uh, the bathroom is right there if you want to change in private.” you told him, handing him the fresh clothes.

Lucas nodded, “thanks.” he turned to enter the bathroom and you briefly got a glimpse of his back.

You’d been expecting pristine muscle and gorgeous shoulders, which, to be fair, you did get. However, you also got a look at two massive long scars that ran from near his shoulders and down to the small of his back. 

Your breath caught in your throat. The scars were gruesome as if a jagged knife had been plunged into him, but somehow, they didn’t repulse you. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something was interesting about the scars.

The bathroom door closed and you had to practically pick your jaw up from the floor. you went to your living room and made sure it was tidy, turning on the tv and opening Netflix. 

A few moments later, Lucas came into the room, holding his wet clothes, “where’s your dryer?” he asked. 

Once you had given him a tour and put your clothes in the dryer, you sat down on the couch. Lucas spread his legs, taking up an insane amount of space, but you really didn’t mind. You enjoyed the way he looked so relaxed.

“What should we watch?” you asked.

Lucas shrugged, “anything you want, I’m not picky.”

You chose a movie and pressed play, realizing quickly that Lucas wasn’t paying much attention to the tv. He was watching you, trying to be subtle about it, but you could feel his eyes. It made you blush, turning to look at him, “what?”

His eyes took in your face, and you watched the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips, “just thinking.”

“About?”

“About whether or not I should kiss you.” He said.

“Maybe you should give it a try and see if you like it.”

“I know I’ll like it,” he laughed, the sound reverberating through his chest in a pleasant way that was almost contagious, “I just want to make sure you do.” 

You weren’t sure what came over you, but something sparked a fire inside your chest, urging you to take control, to not waste this opportunity. You slung your leg over Lucas’s hips, straddling him, hands resting on his shoulders.

Lucas looked up at you with those dark brown eyes that you could just melt in, his plump lips parting a little.

His hands went to your waist, fingers brushing the skin just above the waistband of your sweats, sending shivers up your spine.

You cupped his face with one hand, leaning in and pressing your lips against his. It was a soft kiss, just a press of the lips, and when you pulled away, it took a moment for Lucas’s eyes to flutter open.

He flashed a lazy smile at you, then leaned forward, eager to capture your lips again. 

This time he suckled on your bottom lip, deepening the kiss, his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist as he pulled you down onto him fully. You could feel him through his sweatpants, and you could feel how big he was.

His clothed cock rubbed against your core and a soft moan left your lips, Lucas ate it up eagerly. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, lips pulling away from yours to ask “can I take this off pretty girl?”

you nodded, helping him remove your shirt to expose your bra. Lucas’s lips attached to yours again, his hands helping you move back and forth on his cock until you were nearly whimpering, “Like that baby?” he asked, moving his kisses to your neck as you tangled your fingers in his wild, white locks. 

“Yeah,” you moaned, “feels good,” his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck and you moaned louder.

“Fuck,” Lucas’s voice was low, nearly a growl. His hands moved from your waist to your ass, and then he was standing, carrying you with him as he went off in search of your room, “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop-”

“I want this.” you told him, moving your lips to his neck. You found a spot that made his breath hitch and you sucked on it, tongue flicking his skin, tasting him. 

When you reached your bed, Lucas tossed you gently onto the mattress and you propped yourself onto your elbows, watching as Lucas removed the hoodie that had been covering his body.

He reached down to grab at the bottom of your sweat pants, looking up at you as if to ask permission. You lifted your hips, helping to wiggle out of the fabric until he could tear it off of you and throw it across the room.

“You’re so pretty,” he told you, getting onto the bed between your legs. You locked your ankles behind his back, keeping him flush against you as you attached your lips to his again. 

You’d never been kissed the way Lucas was kissing you. He was perfect, using just the right amount of tongue, the right amount of sucking and just a touch of eager teeth clashing that made you giggle into each other's mouths. 

The man who had saved you at the bar, who had given off mean vibes, was a secret softie, and each giggle made you like him even more.

Your core was drenched, panties sticking to you from your own slick, and Lucas’s heavy grinding against you wasn’t doing anything to help.

Your hands snuck down the front of your bodies, fingers hooking on the waistband of Lucas’s sweats to push them down. Lucas grinned against your lips, pulling away to look down at you, “gonna let me make you feel good princess?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your nose and then your lips again.

“Yes please.” you moaned, rutting up against him for any friction you could get. 

Lucas reached under your back, lifting you up so he could unclasp your bra. The two of you got it off in record time and his plump lips moved to your nipple, sucking, teeth grazing, delighting the fire that was already growing in your tummy. 

You tangled your fingers in his hair, letting your moans escape freely as he palmed your other breast, fingers pinching and making your hips buck up against him. 

His kisses continued down and when he got on his knees at the foot of the bed, tearing off your panties in one swipe, the dark look in his eyes told you that you were in for a long night. 

“Fuck baby, are you this wet just for me?” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your calf as his lips moved up to your thighs.

You moaned in response, “please-”

His lips wrapped around your sensitive bud and he sucked onto it harshly, making your entire pussy clench with delight and anticipation. His tongue lapped at your folds, eager to taste you and make you feel good, to throw you over the edge as fast as he could, and then again... and maybe again. 

His tongue flicked your bud and his lips suckled it, back and forth, building the knot in your tummy. You looked down and you nearly came from the visual alone. His blonde hair messy and tussled, eyes closed as he enjoyed pleasuring you. You could see that he was completely content between your legs, that making you happy gave him pleasure as well.

Another flick of his tongue sent your orgasm slamming into you and you grabbed at your bedsheets, hips lifting off the bed for a moment before one of his large hands flattened over your hips, keeping you down so he could continue to eat you out as your pussy throbbed around nothing, clit pulsing from your orgasm, prolonged by his tongue. 

When he pulled his lips away from your core, you opened your eyes, ready to accept him into your arms again, but he stayed where he was. 

His thumb pressed against your clit and your body jolted, earning a chuckle from the angelic man. His pointer finger collected the wetness around your entrance, rubbing up and down your slit before prodding inside. He looked up, watching how you reacted to just one digit that curled into you.

“So wet for me, wanna make you cum again.” he said, adding a second finger.

You knew in that moment that you’d never be able to ever tell this man ‘no’ and you didn’t want to.

His digits moved in and out of you. If it was anyone else, you would have been embarrassed by the sinfully wet and sloppy sounds coming from your pussy, but with Lucas... you didn’t mind. 

His fingers crooked up, and the hand that was on your hips moved down. When he pushed with his palm, you moaned loudly at the sensation, knowing he was feeling his fingers plunging inside of you from your lower tummy. 

Your pussy clenched around his digits, so close to cumming again and you both knew it. Lucas leaned forward, his tongue flicking over your clit. You screamed his name, exploding around his fingers which only moved faster, making your entire body shake with overstimulation as your pussy clamped down on his digits. You tried to close your legs but Lucas held them open easily, watching your face as you came undone because of him.

When he removed his fingers, you opened your eyes to see Lucas lick them clean. Savoring your taste.

He stood at the foot of the bed, pushing his sweats down, “condoms?”

“Don’t need them-” your words caught in your throat when he was released from the confinements of his sweatpants. 

His large cock slapped up against his abdomen and you nearly drooled at the sight. 

He was huge. 

You wondered how a man could be blessed with angelic looks and a demonic-looking cock, but you weren’t complaining. You only worried if it would be able to fit inside of you. But you knew that you were practically dripping, and his fingers had worked you out enough that you were confident you would be able to take him.

You began to sit up, ready to offer your own mouth seeing as Lucas had just made you cum twice, but Lucas shook his head, “baby I want to be inside of you.” he said, getting onto the bed between your legs.

His lips attached to yours and you could taste your essence on his tongue. You were once again shocked by how something so sinful could feel so right. Lucas lined himself up with your entrance and the head of his cock pressed into you, making you both moan into each other's mouths. 

Your grip on him tightened, arms wrapping around the back of his neck, “relax for me baby,” he said, pressing kisses to your face, “let me know if it hurts.”

He pulled out slightly, rubbing his cock around your entrance to make sure it was thoroughly covered in your slick, then he pushed in again. Your eyes were closed and you let Lucas kiss your neck as inch by inch he sunk deeper into your core.

The stretch was intense but not unpleasant, especially with Lucas’s lips on your neck and his fingers tweaking your nipple.

“You’re so big.” you breathed, shocked as he continued to get deeper and deeper.

Once his hips were flush with yours, he stayed still for a moment, allowing your pussy to get used to his girth and length. He peppered kisses across your skin, looking down at you with concern. He hadn’t slept with many humans in his life, usually, they couldn’t handle sex with an angel.

Angels were known for being... well endowed, and Lucas in particular had been quite gifted. He didn’t want to hurt you. But it was more than just the physical aspect. Sex with an angel was a soul connection, and many humans simply couldn’t take it.

But Lucas knew you could, because part of him knew that your souls had been connected even before he’d slipped inside of you.

You were made for him, he knew that now.

He wasn’t sure which angel had been kind enough to gift him with a soulmate, a human lover and source of angelic grace rejuvenation. Lucas had thought he’d given up his right to a soulmate when he fell, but there you were, and he had to admit you were as real as anything had ever been in his life.

He could feel it in his chest, the pulling of his soul towards yours, a warmth that sent tingles from his head to his toes.

You could feel it too, although you had no idea that the wonderful pleasure coursing through your body was caused by an angelic soulmate connection. 

Lucas pulled almost all the way out of you, then pushed back in tentatively, watching the way your lips parted, brows furrowing as a moan left your lips. 

“feel good?” he asked, kissing you again.

“yes.” you answered, “you can go faster if you want.”

You could tell he was holding back, could feel he was afraid of hurting you. 

Lucas’s arms moved to be on either side of your head, anchoring him as his hips began to move faster. He slid almost all the way out of you before plunging back in, each thrust making the head of his cock ram into a spot deep inside of you that sent tingles through your body.

You’d never felt anything like this in your life. You’d had good sex before, but you’d never had this. This was mind-blowing, toe-curling sex. The type of sex that was sure to have you addicted. 

Emotions and endorphins rushed through your body and with each thrust your heart felt fuller and fuller until tears were running down your cheeks. Lucas stopped kissing you, freezing when he tasted the saltiness on your lips, “am i hurting you?” he asked quickly.

you shook your head, blinking up at him through your tears, “no, it just feels so good,” you bit your lip afraid to say what else was on your mind, but Lucas could sense there was more you weren’t saying.

“Tell me what’s wrong princess.” he pleaded, fingers brushing over your cheekbone.

“I just... I don’t want you to leave.” you said honestly, afraid to meet his eyes during your vulnerable moment.

“I won’t, I’ll never leave.” he told you, “I promise. I’ll always be here if you want me.” he kissed you softly, “stop crying, okay baby?”

He brushed away your tears and you took a deep breath. His words were comforting, and somehow you knew he meant them. The anxieties washed away as if a warm current had run through your body and chased them away. 

This time, when you kissed him back, you kissed him back hard, and it made Lucas’s heart leap in his chest. He matched your new pace with his thrusts, pounding into you over and over again, each thrust taking you closer and closer to the edge.

You were moaning so much you could barely kiss him, instead you grabbed at his hair, forcing your eyes open to look at him as he pounded you into the mattress. 

Neither of you needed to say anything, you were both content with just looking into each other's eyes as he worked you both to the edge, your whines getting louder and louder until you nearly screamed, exploding around him.

Your pussy clamped down on Lucas’s length and the feeling made him cum, his lips smashing against yours as small sounds left his mouth, hips buckling to chase the feeling. 

When he finally stilled, you were both panting. Lucas let most of his weight collapse on you but you didn’t mind, if anything, his warm body felt like a weighted anxiety blanket, comforting.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his back, nuzzling your face into his neck as you caught your breath. 

He stayed inside of you for a few moments then pushed himself up, kissing your nose one last time. “Shower?” he asked.

“Yes please.” 

Instead of letting you get up, he simply picked you up, taking you to the bathroom. You clung to his chest, giggling when he set you down, turning on the water and testing the temperature.

With his back to you again, you saw the scars, and something inside of you made you reach out. your finger brushed over the bottom of one of the ridges, right near the small of his back.

Goosebumps erupted over Lucas’s skin and he visibly shook, immediately turning to look at you with wide eyes. 

“I’m sorry-” you apologized, afraid you’d just ruined things.

“it’s okay,” Lucas was quick to assure you, “it just felt... uh... no one’s ever touched my scars.”

“How did you get them, if you don’t mind me asking.” 

Lucas licked his lips, swallowing thickly. He wasn’t sure what to tell you. but after a moment, he decided to just go all in. If you were his soulmate... which he was almost sure you were, then you would understand right?

“I’m a fallen angel.”

Your lover had his back to you, head buried in his pillow. You’d often fallen asleep in his arms, only to wake up pressed to his back. The feeling of your chest on his scars made him feel safe, and you knew it chased away the nightmares that often plagued his mind.

His broad shoulders looked beautiful in the morning light and you fought the urge to reach out and touch the long ridges that you had become so accustomed to. 

As you looked at his back, you noticed something. The scars weren’t so angry looking, not nearly so jagged as they had been when you first met. 

Your thumb brushed over the top section of the scar and Lucas stirred, a small moan leaving his lips. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade in an attempt to soothe him, then returned your focus to the scars.

“What are you doing?” came Lucas’s low morning voice. 

He was laying on his left shoulder, and his left hand sneaked over his body to splay over the right side of his abdomen, searching for your fingers to interlock with. 

You conceded to Lucas’s hand, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, “your scars look different today.” you told him.

“They do?” Lucas had his back to you, but you could hear something off in his voice. 

“Yeah, not so inflamed looking.” 

Lucas released your hand suddenly, taking you off guard as he got out of the bed, hurrying to the bathroom where he could see his back in the mirror. 

You followed close behind, watching from the door as Lucas attempted to inspect his back. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“It’s just...” Lucas swallowed thickly, “the scars are a reminder of a fallen angel’s punishment. They shouldn’t ever change.”

“Maybe it’s a good thing?” you offered, stepping closer to Lucas who accepted you into his arms. You pressed your cheek against his warm chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heart.

“You’re too nice to me.” Lucas whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “what did I ever do to deserve you?”

You turned to look up at him, smiling when he kissed you softly, “you saved me.”

“I did?” Lucas’s voice cracked a little. He’d always been aware that he’d helped you get away from the creep at the bar that first night, but hearing you say it like that: ‘you saved me’ was different.

Angels saved humans. 

And he hadn’t felt like an Angel in a very long time.

You nodded, “you were my guardian angel Lucas, I think we both always sort of knew that.”

Lucas stood frozen in your embrace, and then an odd sound erupted through your bathroom. Lucas hissed in a breath and you pulled away from him when two white wings emerged from his back. 

His wings were large and bright white. In fact, it seemed as if a light was shining down on Lucas, who had tilted his head up, lips parted as he basked in the light. 

When he looked down at you, you noticed a halo that had appeared over his head. His smile was radiant.

“Lucas-” you breathed, not sure what to even say to your boyfriend who had just elevated in front of you.

“It’s because of you.” He said, grabbing your face and kissing you, “before you, I hated humans. But that night at the bar, I could hear you praying for help, so I came out to help you.”

“Do you think it was a test?” you asked, “to see if you could be an angel again?”

Lucas shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“You’re not... you’re not going to leave me to go do angel duties are you?”

Lucas shook his head, “no baby, I promised you I would always be here for you. I’m your guardian angel, for real now.” 

Lucas hadn’t been looking for anything that night he first saw you in the bar. If anything, he’d been wallowing in his own pain, the loss of his wings. Then you’d slipped into his life and turned it upside down.

Through loving you, truly loving you, with every ounce of his being, he had found redemption. 

But oddly enough, the refound status of ‘angel’ barely even phased Lucas. All he cared about was you, and the wings and halo just made it easier for him to protect you.

All the selfish thoughts that had once plagued Lucas’s negative mind were now gone, replaced by a love so light and pure that it had lifted him out of perdition. 

You’d saved him, and he’d spend the rest of his existence making sure that he had been worth it, making sure that you were looked after and loved. 

Lucas kissed you again, his large wings folding around your body and tucking you closer, keeping you safe, “I love you, and I’m never going to let you go.”

For some reason, someone had given him a second chance with you, and he’d be damned if he ruined it.  

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