#soy luna lutteo fanfic

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

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

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When Stars Align

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It stopped..” Matteo noticed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How?” Matteo questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah you’re right.” Luna sighs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BING

The automatic doors have opened

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

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"Roads That Cross... with a Reunion"

You can read the previous chapters here: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8), (9), (10), (11), (12), (13), (14), (15), (16), (17), (18), (19), (20)

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Luna knew that if there was one person that could calm Matteo down and comfort him during this tough time, it was Gastón.

She had never been very close to him, but since he had become Nina’s boyfriend, they had inevitably hung out more. After they broke up though, things had changed again, and although neither Nina nor Luna held any hard feelings toward him, it didn’t mean that it wasn’t weird to speak to him given the circumstances.

Nonetheless, Luna had re-started contact with Gastón after Matteo’s accident. Not immediately after, of course— Things had been very strained between them and Luna felt such guilt over what happened that she honestly didn’t want to talk about it. But after things had cooled down in a way and her relationship with Matteo had returned to some kind of normalcy, Luna had texted Gastón to ask him how they could cheer Matteo up.

The idea of the music video had been hers, but maybe she wouldn’t have come to it if it weren’t for Gastón. He had pointed out how Matteo needed to feel in his element again, have one big win to rise up from the hole he had thrown himself into.

“Matteo needs to feel he’s good at what he does, otherwise he gets depressed. It’s a pride thing, yes, but it’s not as vain as it sounds. He grew up with high expectations on his shoulders because his father always told him he had the abilities to be on top, so he never allowed him less than that. Matteo got used to it, and got so used to succeeding that it goes against his self-concept to fail. It rattles him, you get what I’m saying?”

Luna had blinked many times, staring into space with her phone against her ear. “Uh… I think so. In summary, he needs to feel like he’s great again. Go full Chico Fresa.”

Gastón had laughed on the other side of the line. “Basically. He was upset after forgetting the lyrics in the Flash Open. Maybe if he could participate in another event it could be his revenge?”

Luna considered that. Ámbar was now in charge of the Jam & Roller and therefore any kind of event that Luna proposed would have to go through her first. Since the Flash Open had been just a couple of days ago, Luna doubted that she’d agree to make another big event now only to cheer up her ex.

But maybe it didn’t have to be an event exactly…

“Thank you so much, Gastón, I think I have an idea that could work.”

“You’re welcome. You know, Matteo is like a brother to me,” he said from his heart. “For anything that has to do with him, don’t hesitate in contacting me. I’ll help you.”

And so, Luna had stayed in contact with him, telling him the plans for the music video. What she hadn’t been expecting was for Gastón to tell her he’d fly all the way over there to help with the video in person.

Luna had to talk to Nina before that. She really wanted to do this for Matteo and she knew that he’d be over the moon if Gastón was there, but Nina was her best friend and she was going to be with the camera filming the whole thing, so if she felt in any way uncomfortable with it, Luna would politely ask Gastón to not be part of the video. He was gonna be staying for a week anyway; even if he didn’t appear in it, he’d have plenty of time to be with everyone.

Nina had been surprised and nervous about the news of his visit, understandably so. She said it would be weird to see him after all those weeks and what had happened between them, but she actually preferred to be behind a camera when it happened than to face him directly. Ironically, both working in the video together gave her the perfect excuse to not talk to him.

Which brought them to the day of filming. Luna had already informed everyone through a text the day before that Gastón would be paying a surprise visit and appearing on Matteo’s video. The only ones that knew before that besides Nina were Jim and Yam since they were in charge of choreography and wardrobe and therefore had to be in contact with Gastón to arrange those things with him.

Luna’d had to ask them to keep it a secret from Jazmín though— She feared she should unintentionally spoil the surprise. Hell, considering her own clumsy nature, she had been worried that she would ruin the surprise.

Thankfully though, everything had turned out great, and now, looking at Matteo and Gastón wrapped in an emotional hug, she knew everything had been worth it.

“Wha- How- When did you arrive?! How could you not tell me you were coming?!” Matteo shoot like a machine gun.

“It was a surprise! And, honestly, I should’ve come much earlier, brother,” Gastón said eagerly. “I should’ve come the moment you had the accident, I know that, but I had a lot of assignments and I was studying like crazy and—”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Matteo soothed him with a hand on his shoulder. “You’re here now. I can’t believe you’re here now. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Okay, okay! Do we wait until you kiss or can we start with the video?” Luna called out teasingly.

Matteo and Gastón finally regrouped with the rest and Gastón received some welcoming hugs and pats on the back. Nina stayed behind the camera along with Luna and Michel, who was some steps to the side, next to the speakers. Gastón waved at them from his spot, but it was quite clear who his eyes were set on. Nina just waved back timidly. Luna couldn’t blame her.

After that quick reunion, with the promise that they could catch up later, everyone got back in position and the filming began. Shot after shot, Luna followed the pseudo-storyboard that she had made with Nina so she wouldn’t forget anything. It turned out that the things she had imagined had names like ‘medium-close up’, ‘worm’s eye’, ‘trucking’— Luna honestly didn’t know them much, but Nina understood them.

Anyway, everything went smoothly, it just took a long time because they needed to repeat many parts from different angles, some in group and some of just Matteo.

If Luna found herself momentarily distracted sometimes, it was only because she was happy of seeing Matteo move so confidently again, not because she liked watching him.

“We’re baaaack.”

Several minutes after the final “cut”, Luna entered the mansion with Simón, Matteo, Pedro and Michel in tow. Matteo had wanted Gastón to come with them, but he had to go to his family— Obviously, they must miss him immensely— so they all agreed to meet at the Roller the next day. It wasn’t like they didn’t naturally do so every day already, but now they had a reunion to celebrate.

Hearing them come in, her mom and Ámbar (who apparently had been helping her set the table?? Wow, what?) walked out of the dining room to receive them.

“About time,” her mom said, putting her hands on her hips. She zeroed in on her, not angry but with the tone she usually used to reprimand her. “I told you to call me if it took you longer, Luna.”

She winced. She forgot. “I’m sorry, we were all so focused we lost track of time.”

Some steps away, Simón was wrapping Ámbar in his arms. “Hello, my beautiful blonde,” she heard him say, right before kissing her.

Well, now Luna was officially uncomfortable.

Her mom sighed and smiled. “Well, what’s important is that you’re all okay. Could you film everything you wanted?”

“Yes!” Luna replied excitedly, and she had just started telling her everything when her dad appeared from upstairs, also unhappy about them staying out late, but luckily, he didn’t reprimand them much and just told everyone to go wash their hands to have dinner.

They had been waiting for them to eat, Luna found out later from her grandpa when they were all at the table. “Food always tastes better when you eat it with family,” he declared with a grin. “And friends, of course,” he added, referring to the guys. “The more, the better.”

Luna felt a little bad for making them wait, but she was also very moved by her grandpa’s words. She took a glance at Ámbar, half-expecting her to contradict him. ‘You are not my family and we are not friends’, something like that. She had said it many times whenever her grandpa tried to include her.

But she didn’t. And, truthfully, she hadn’t in a while. It wasn’t like she went around hugging everyone now and telling them how much she loved them— Her relationship with Luna was still pretty much the same in which they didn’t talk much unless necessary— But she was different, lately. She smiled more. Not that fake, hostile smile that she used to always direct at her, and pretty much everyone who crossed her way really. No, this one was real, a term that she struggled to associate with Ámbar after being deceived by her so many times, but it was what her eyes saw.

She looked at her during dinner. Ámbar remained with an affable air, listened with interest when others talked, answered politely whatever questions came her way, even threw a joke every now and then. And whenever Simón spoke…

When Simón spoke, she looked at him like he was all the stars in the sky.

It eased something inside Luna’s heart. She didn’t know if she and Ámbar would ever be friends or act like family. She didn’t know if all her changes were for Simón’s sake or if he’d been right and Ámbar only needed someone to guide her to show she’s good. But at least Luna had the peace of mind that her best friend wasn’t alone in this, that all the love he felt, Ámbar felt it too.

That was enough.

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Simón walked into the room and went directly to change into his pajamas. His body felt heavy after moving around so much, and after sitting down for dinner, all the adrenaline that had been energizing him finally went down.

While Ámbar took off her makeup in front of her vanity, he went into the bathroom to wash his teeth and all that. When he came out, Ámbar was getting ready for bed too, placing her pajamas on top of the bed to put it on.

Simón walked to his side of the bed –Wow, he had a side of the bed now— and watched casually as she changed, wondering all the while what he had done to deserve a girl so perfect. With or without makeup, she looked beautiful. His eyes took in the curve of her waist, her soft, smooth skin—

“Oh my god.”

Ámbar stopped with her pajama capris in hand. “What?”

Simón crossed the bed and sat on his knees before her. His gaze was zeroed in on her hips, where bruises darkened her otherwise clear skin on both sides. He brushed them with his thumbs. The marks looked too much like fingers.

“Was this me?” He asked, unable to believe he’d gripped her this hard. “Bonita, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Ámbar just smiled and took his hands, giving them a squeeze before letting them go. “My love, relax, I really don’t care,” she said, and pulled her pajama up her legs, which covered the marks.

“It doesn’t hurt?”

She moved to get under the covers so he scooted over to let her. “Do the scratches I leave down your back hurt?” She volleyed back.

Simón thought about it. Yes, he could feel a slight burning at times with the rubbing of his t-shirt against his skin, but more than pain, each time he felt it he felt almost proud, like they were proof he had done something very right. It brought back good memories.

His train of thought must have shown on his face because Ámbar smiled at him with intent. “There’s your answer. Now relax.”

She eased him against the pillows and settled next to him. They cuddled up together and put on a movie on Netflix.

Simón tried to keep his eyes open, but Ámbar’s warmth and the smell of her hair were too welcoming.

The next time he came to, the lights were off, both of them were laying under the covers, and Ámbar’s sleeping face rested some centimeters from his.

He just held her closer and went back to sleep.

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Out of all the struggles Ámbar had to face on a daily basis, she had to admit, this one was by far her favorite.

“Noooo,” Simón whined, hugging her harder when she tried to stand. “I refuse. Take the day off. Let’s take a day off.”

Simón never wanted to get out of bed in the morning— or let her go for that matter. She found it adorable if she was being honest. This morning, moreover, it was probably amplified by the fact that he’d been helping with Matteo’s video until late, right after a full day of work. It was understandable that he was tired.

(And that without counting that interlude at lunch. God, how she wished she could tell Emilia just to shove in her face that she had been right. “How boring, Ámbar, he’s a total loser,” she’d told her back then, and what had Ámbar replied? “I think there’s a side of him he hasn’t shown yet.” – And said and done! Simón could be a real animal with the right encouragement. Who was laughing now, Emilia?)

However… “All days off need to be forewarned at least 24 hours in advance unless it’s an emergency,” she had to remind him. It was her duty as manager.

He groaned. “Tomorrow then.” He rose on his forearms on top of her and looked at her. “Let’s take a day off, the two of us. Go out somewhere… Or we could stay in this bed, all,” he kissed her cheek, “day,” he kissed her jaw, “long,” he kissed her neck.

Ámbar closed her eyes and hummed as he kept leaving melting kisses on her skin. Each spark they elicited on her body was a very convincing argument. It didn’t sit right with her to leave her responsibilities when she was the manager, but would it really be that bad? It’d be just one day; it wasn’t like she was taking vacations. She’d say they both deserved a little rest.

“Okay, I’ll call one of the part-timers and— ah,” she moaned as he sucked one of her nipples, “see if they can cover...”

There were a couple of guys that usually took care of the Roller whenever the regular staff needed to be absent due to a skating competition, vacations or stuff like that so that the business could keep running. The chance that they all just happened to be busy the next day was very slim, so it should be fine.

Simón let go of her breast. “Great.” And went for the other.

Ámbar groaned and pulled him by the nape. “Come’ere.”

She kissed him soundly and flipped them over, pressing her body against his.

Oh yeah, there was definitely no better way to start the day than this.

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Just as she had predicted, things were very lively in the Jam & Roller from early on. Of course, it was the Jam & Roller they were talking about— There was always something going on. But there was a special brand of vibrant excitement in the air that day, and it overflowed like a shaken can when Gastón walked through the doors.

Soon enough, everyone was gathered around at the Roller’s tables, asking him how he’d been and how was London treating him. The girls had just gotten back from school so they didn’t miss anything. Pedro and Simón had to stand to serve a customer every now and then, but mostly they could stay with everyone. The only one who didn’t stay was Delfi, who only chatted for a little while before leaving, claiming she was too excited to edit Matteo’s video to wait. “You’ll see, it’s going to be amazing!” She promised.

(Ámbar suspected that she had also wanted to escape from Jazmín, who hadn’t stopped whining about how she hadn’t told her about Gastón’s visit.)

(She also suspected that Eric was staying strictly on the rink zone for a reason.)

The cheery sounds of everyone catching up filled the cafeteria. Ámbar didn’t sit with them, she didn’t feel it was her place, but she could see and hear them from her work table, so, in a way, it was like being there in spirit. She had greeted Gastón when he arrived, in any case. He’d smiled and treated her very naturally, not like the awkward interactions she had with the rest, for which she was grateful. She may no longer be part of that group of friends and teammates, but she had been once.

Her mood darkened a little as she remembered her last teammates and friends. For a period of her life, they’d been all she had, especially Emilia, whom she’d spent all of the summer with. Up until not so long, they used to hang out at each other’s places once practice was over, talk about skating, or their lives, or how they were going to screw up with the Roller team next. That last part she wasn’t proud of. In fact, that whole period of her life wasn’t something she was proud of, but she did feel like she’d needed to break free and let out a lot of crap she had accumulated over the years.

She didn’t miss her friendship with Emilia, not exactly, but… she did miss parts of it. She missed having someone to tell stuff to. Of course she had Simón, but that was different. It had been a while since she had… friends.

Well, she had Ramiro, they sent each other memes every once in a while, but they weren’t very close. Maybe, now that he was done with the video thing, she could talk to him more. But he was still a guy, it wasn’t the same as having girl friends. If she were to tell him something cute Simón did or said, he’d tease her for days, not join in on her excitement.

Ámbar glanced at Jazmín, who had only stopped pouting when she realized that, with Delfi gone, she would have the full scoop of Gastón’s return for the Fab & Chic. Did she miss being her friend? It was hard to tell. As a trio, it somehow worked, but Jazmín had always had an easy way to exasperate her. She guessed she did grow on you with time— She wouldn’t have allowed her to stick by her side for so long otherwise. But was it really a friendship what they had to begin with?

Ámbar sighed. What even was a healthy friendship like? She guessed something like what Simón and her had except without the ‘falling in love’ part. With Delfi and Jazmín things never were very equal— She led, they followed. She’d already apologized to Delfi about that, she guessed she had to do the same with Jazmín. Was she annoying at times? Yes. Did she have no concept of tact or personal boundaries whatsoever? Absolutely. But, for someone that was supposed to be her friend, Ámbar had surely treated her too poorly.

They probably would never be as close as they’d once been— They were just too different, and someone with no filter was not what Ámbar needed right now as she was dealing with a lot of delicate, personal stuff. Also, it wasn’t like she could talk to her about Simón— That’d be mean, probably.

But she was trying this new thing where she did the right thing, and she knew the right thing was to patch things up with her, if anything for old time’s sake.

She had to re-read a paragraph on the document she was working on for like the fifth time as her thoughts kept drifting. By the time she finished with that and focused back on the other’s conversation, Gastón was talking about how happy his family was to see him. Apparently, they’d missed him so much that they wanted to do a bunch of activities with him to make up for lost time.

“I swear all they want to fit in just a few days it’s crazy; don’t be surprised if you end up not seeing me at all after today,” Gastón joked.

Luna laughed. “Better get used to it, it’ll probably be like that every time you visit. Simón’s parents do the same thing every time he goes back to Cancún, right Simón?”

He smiled. “Yeah.”

“You’ll have to come more often then,” Matteo told Gastón. “I’m guessing you’ll be here for Christmas and New Year's?”

“Yeah, that’s the idea. I mean, it’s not like it’s easy because plane tickets aren’t cheap, but I feel like those are the kind of moments that you should especially spend with family, you know? I’d love to be here for Halloween as well, but I’m gonna be in the middle of Michaelmas Term and I don’t think…”

Gastón kept talking about dates he’d have to spend over there, especially birthdays, but Ámbar tuned out as she noticed Simón’s face. The light in his eyes was dimmed, his smile more mechanic than genuine. It was subtle, so much so that probably everyone else wouldn’t notice anything amiss even if their focus wasn’t on Gastón, wouldn’t notice these details, but she could tell. It didn’t last long, so maybe it was nothing, but she made a mental note to pay attention in case it happened again.

She wondered if Luna could notice these things too. Then she laughed internally. Was she seriously going to be competitive even with things like these? God... She wondered if she’d been born like that or Sharon really did a number on her.

Maybe one of my parents—

She stopped that thought from fully forming. That was something she didn’t want to think about.

******************

“Alright but, tell me about the video!” Jazmín said excitedly.

Everyone had been so focused on Gastón’s visit and his stories from London that even Simón had forgotten about that.

“How was it? Everything fine?” She asked. “I mean, aside from missing my outstanding talent with the camera.” She turned to Nina. “No offense.”

Everyone just smiled amusedly, accustomed to Jazmín’s antics by this point. Simón even saw Ámbar shaking her head at her table with a tiny smile tugging on her lips.

“It was more than fine,” Matteo said with a healthy dose of pride. “You’re not going to believe your eyes when you see it.”

“Yeah, it’s going to be the best music video on the planet,” Luna declared.

“And I didn’t forget the lyrics once,” Matteo added, probably the part he was proud of the most.

Simón smiled. “What did we tell you? You just had to loosen up and let yourself roll with it.”

“Yeah, we knew you could do it, buddy,” Gastón agreed, placing a hand on Matteo’s shoulder.

“Anyone who didn’t doesn’t know you,” Ramiro joined in.

Matteo looked at everyone with a heartfelt expression. “Thank you all, really.”

A chorus of ‘you’re welcome’s and ‘it was nothing’ rung back to him.

“Hey, um,” Ramiro began timidly, which called everyone’s attention because ‘timid’ and ‘Ramiro’ usually didn’t belong on the same sentence. “Since we’re all here, I’d like to tell you guys that I… well, whether you accept me back on the team or not, I’d really like it if we could all be friends again,” he said earnestly. “I had a very great time filming with everyone yesterday. It was kinda like old times; all of us hanging out, doing stuff together, and um… I totally understand if you don’t want me back on the team, I really do. But I just wanted to say that, despite that, I hope we can all keep hanging out together, just like this.”

Simón shared looks with the rest of the guys, feeling the excitement rise under the surface. It seemed like the time had come.

Jim was the first to speak, a little knowing smile growing on her lips as she looked at Ramiro.

“Well… Who said that our answer is no?”

Ramiro’s face lighted up, hope and disbelief fighting in his gaze as he ran it over each one of them, who were also wearing barely contained grins. “You mean…?”

Matteo looked at Luna, who made him a gesture with her hands, giving him the honors.

He stood, acting as spokesman.

“The decision is made.” He smiled. “Welcome back to the Jam & Roller team, Ramiro.”

Ramiro grinned widely and rose from his seat, sealing the moment with a hug as everyone else cheered.

“Oh thank you so much,” he expressed, looking at everyone. “I won’t let you down this time, I promise.”

Yam plastered a fake smile under deadly eyes. “Mm, you better.”

“Well, this should be celebrated, right?” Pedro said enthusiastically.

Five minutes later, all the guys were on stage, singing and dancing “Nadie como tú” with a smile on their faces. Simón couldn’t help but think that this was how things should’ve been, with Gastón by their side instead of Benicio, all friends worried about nothing but having a good time. One thing was the same though; he still sang looking at Ámbar. And it was even better, because this time she looked back with a grin on her face and blew him a kiss.

After their group performance, Simón and Pedro left the stage and went back to waiting tables while the girls (minus Jazmín, who insisted on filming everything— “My followers are going to go nuts about this!”) joined the rest of the guys to sing a rendition of ‘Valiente’. Simón’s heart always filled with pride whenever someone sang it. He was very happy that the song he’d written two years ago to try to cheer Luna up had now become a tune that brought them all together.

That finished, everyone walked down the stage except for Matteo and Gastón, and cheered for them as the first notes of ‘Aquí Estoy’ started playing.

“You still remember the steps?” Matteo asked his friend with a little daring smile.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Gastón replied smugly, smoothing down his jacket. And, indeed, the two broke into a perfect choreography, full of energy and swag, that was only interrupted by Ámbar yelling—

“Matteo, not the bar, we’re not in an Open!”

“Sorry!”

As the two guys sang the final chorus, Simón leaned close to Luna and muttered amusedly.

“You may wanna wipe your face, you have a little saliva dripping down your mouth.”

Luna whipped toward him with a gasp. “Simón!”

He broke out laughing and left, ignoring her denials and claims of innocence.

As the two friends finished the song and hugged, one thing was clear. Gastón wasn’t the only one back— Matteo was back too.

*******************

Luna watched the edited version of Matteo’s music video and her heart filled with pride. Delfi had come that night right after dinner to show them how it was coming along and they couldn’t be happier with it. The music video had been a lot of work, but a lot of fun as well, and after seeing the final product, Luna knew she had made the right choice.

Delfi insisted it wasn’t finished yet though. She still had to do some color corrections and check some transitions and— Honestly? Luna believed it was already amazing as it was, but what could she say? Her friend was a perfectionist. She just hoped she got some sleep tonight instead of staying up working on the video.

Matteo stayed on the couch after Delfi went home. Of course he did, he lives here now, Luna reminded herself. She still hadn’t gotten completely used to that to be honest. Living with your ex was… well, weird. She didn’t know how Simón had handled it.

Oh. Right.

Luna shook those perturbing ideas from her head before Matteo could somehow know where her mind had gone. She threw a cushion at him just in case, to distract him.

Even if it was weird to have him in the house all the time, she couldn’t say it was a bad thing. Things had been pretty good between them lately. They had gotten back to the teasing kind of friendship they used to have and, to tell the truth, she was glad. Being able to laugh with Matteo again… It was nice. Very nice.

When her mom came and found them talking, it was like she could see her thoughts through her skull. She could tell she wanted to tease her about it the moment Matteo went to bed, so she quickly changed the topic to the secret chest instead. The chest which key had been lost because of Sharon.

Her mom told her a locksmith would come to open it and she felt relieved. It was about time they knew what was inside.

Her tranquility only lasted about five minutes though, because then Michel appeared in the living room.

Luna almost choked on her glass of milk. Michel had also helped in the making of the video, handling the playback. It had been very useful, but there was a small part of her that wished he hadn’t been there. The reason? He had confessed to her right after the shooting had finished.

Luna wished he hadn’t told her he liked her. She really liked Michel, he’d become a precious friend to her, but she didn’t like him like him, and now, knowing he liked her in that way made things awkward. Things had been stiffy between them for a while, but now she really didn’t know how to talk to him, how to let him down easy.

Thankfully, he made things easy for her, apologizing for putting her on the spot and saying that whatever her answer was, he didn’t want to lose her as a friend. She latched onto that, saying she really liked being her friend and that she didn’t want to lose that either. That was answer enough, right? She was so glad she didn’t have to say the ‘I don’t like you’ bit. She really didn’t want to hurt him.

“I’m so glad we finally resolved things between us,” she told him. “Things had been so weird I could hardly look at you in the eye and—”

“I know, I know.” Michel smiled ruefully. “Sorry, it’s just, I had so much stuff in my mind when I talked to Matteo that I didn’t know what to tell you or what to do—”

“Wait.” She frowned. “What does Matteo have to do with this?”

“Oh. It’s just— I talked to him before talking to you,” he explained. “I told him that I wanted to ask you out and he told me I was free to do so, that your relationship with him was a thing of the past.”

It was like a ball had hit her in the stomach.

Luna remembered that feeling from P.E class. The lack of air, the burn in your chest. Except her eyes started burning too, and that was a different kind of pain.

“Matteo told you that?” She managed to say. “Wha— what exactly did he tell you?”

“Well, what I just said. That I was free to go after you, that you two were history. He encouraged me to ask you out.”

She averted her gaze, trying to keep her emotions in check.

“I’m sorry,” Michel told her, his voice and face filled with sadness. “I shouldn’t have told you. Clearly there’s still something between you tw—”

“No,” she snapped. It wasn’t Michel she was mad at though. She was mad at Matteo for making decisions without bothering to ask what she might think about it.

But that didn’t matter now, did it? It was done. There wasn’t anything between them anymore and there would never be again.

“It is as he said,” she told Michel, fighting the knot on her throat. “Whatever we had is history.”

If that was what Matteo wanted, then so be it. She couldn’t force him to think differently, to feel differently, no matter how much she—

“So… friends then?”

Luna looked at Michel’s hopeful eyes and tentative smile and did her best to answer with one of her own to appease him.

“Friends.”

Friends. That was all Matteo and she would ever be now.

She had just started to get used to him living in the mansion and now she had to get used to that idea as well.

*******************

It was almost funny, Ámbar thought, just how easy it was for them to end up like this.

It was just a comment, after the credits rolled, the TV was off and Simón checked his phone for the last time.

“Is there anything more pleasurable than being able to disable your alarm?” He’d said, like it really was one of the best things in life.

Ámbar had looked at him and pursed her lips.“I can think of a few things.”

One instant later, they were rolling around the bed, pulling at each other’s clothes.

Ámbar liked that. She liked the feeling of his mouth devouring her own like that was the best thing in his life. She liked how he always seemed to be warm and she always cold, but in moments like these, he made her feel boiling hot and she rose goosebumps on his skin. She liked that she could touch him all over, that he allowed it, that he rejoiced in it.

She rejoiced in it too, arching her back to press her breasts harder into his palms, moaning as he tasted her neck and nibbled her earlobe playfully.

He started going lower, leaving her throat for her chest, kissing the freckles between her breasts, her abdomen, her star birthmark…

His hands were in her thighs. He kissed her navel, under it, lower still.

She brought her hands to his head and pulled him back up to kiss him, to wrap her legs around his hips. But he broke the kiss and looked away from her.

Ámbar frowned. “What is it?”

Simón pulled away and sat up at her side. She sat as well, pulling the sheet to her chest on instinct. Her heart was still beating fast, but the reason behind it was changing at his silence. He still wasn’t looking at her. He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Okay,” he said finally. “It’s the fifth time that I try to go down on you and you stop me, so I need to ask: Do I do it wrong?”

Ámbar blinked, completely taken by surprise by that question. Simón’s gaze was earnest, fixed on her own.

“Please, tell me honestly. Because I understand if you don’t feel like it sometimes, but I feel like if I did a good job, you would be into it, so I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I can’t get better if you don’t tell me and I’d like to at least try.”

The dejected way he said it sounded like she thought he was so beyond hope she hadn’t even deemed it worth it to let him try.

Hurt, he sounded hurt.

Ámbar felt a horrible pang in her chest.

“Oh no, my love, I’m sorry.” She cupped one of his cheeks, keeping her touch as gentle as her voice. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” She hadn’t even thought— It never occurred to her that he’d see it as a rejection.

Far from comforted, Simón seemed even more on edge at hearing that.

“What else have you not told me to not make me feel bad?”

Her heart skipped a beat. Unwillingly and all at once, his words reminded her of all the things she was hiding from him.

It kept her silent for a second too long. Simón seemed to interpret this silence in the worst possible way because his expression changed from slightly panicked to absolutely mortified.

“Oh god,” he said in dismay, turning away from her and dropping his head into his hands.

Ámbar’s eyes widened. “Nonono, my love. Simón.” She hurried towards him, placing her hands on his shoulders, trying to make him look at her. “It’s not what you think, I swear. You’re good— more than good. You’d know otherwise. I’m not that good of an actress, believe me.”

Simón turned slightly and looked at her, not very convinced. “… You sure?”

Ámbar nodded categorically. “Yes. 100%. I’ve got no complaints.”

He searched her face, and after some seconds, seemed to believe her. He faced her fully then, calmer, but still a bit unsure. “Then what is it?”

She tried to keep his gaze but was nervous about the question.

“I just…” felt I didn’t deserve it. Felt guilty. I shouldn’t even accept anything from you. “…thought it was selfish.”

He looked confused. “Selfish?”

“Yeah, I mean… You get nothing out of it, so I thought it was better to jump to the part we both enjoy,” she reasoned.

Simón looked at her. His lips curled into a grin and he tilted his head to the side. “Ámbar...”

“What?”

“My love, that’s not how it works,” he said with something like tender amusement. “Love is not an equivalent exchange of goods. Relationships are very based on giving. And taking too, sometimes, but there’s a lot of giving.”

“…Ookay…” She uttered slowly, not knowing very well what else to say.

His smile disappeared then, and the look in his eyes turned into something a little more intense than tenderness.

“And who said I don’t enjoy it?”

She blushed. “I…” Her gaze fluttered around. “…just kind of assumed.”

Simón’s eyes roamed her form and Ámbar’s heart rate accelerated, aware once again that they were both naked, the sheets that had covered her long abandoned in her hurry to reassure him.

“It may have been a while,” he started, leaning forward slowly, guiding her until she was once again laying underneath him, “but I still remember how you grabbed my hair, and how you fought so hard not to let your moans out… That was hot.”

Her legs quaked slightly, wanting to rub themselves together at the tingling heat that sparked between them anew, but he was amid them, so she could not. 

“O-Oh…”

Simón leaned down, pressing kisses down her stomach.

“And by the end of it, the way your thighs squeezed my head… God, I wanna feel that again,” he said hoarsely.

He sat on his knees and lifted her right thigh with his hand. He kissed the inner side of it, keeping his eyes locked on hers as she shuddered from the contact.

“Would you let me?”

Ámbar couldn’t do more than nod her head, her mouth suddenly completely dry.

At the first move of his tongue against her, she found her vocal cords still worked. She tensed, squirmed, thrashed, and while he’d talked about her noises, he didn’t hold back his moans as he tasted her, driving her to the point of wild madness.

She came with his fingers inside her and his lips around her clit.

“Was that good?”

She was still trembling when Simón spoke. Did he really need to ask?

She met his dark eyes beyond her heaving breasts— Earnest, dedicated. She nodded.

“Great,” he said, and put his hand on top of hers in his hair. “Then hold on tight, cause we have a lot of time to make up for.”

He spent what felt like hours between her thighs. Giving and giving, again and again as she bit her lip not to scream. At the last one, she really wondered if she would faint. If it was legal to feel so much pleasure. What she’d done to deserve him.

The first one, as it turned out, was a no. The second had to be a yes. The third…

Well, she’d never know.

…

..

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Hope you liked it!

This is more of a filler for me though— The next chapter is what I'm really excited about. It has one of my favorite scenes in the whole fic— I just love it. It is 100% self-indulgent sdkjnf. I hope you'll like it too.

See ya! <3 — ☾

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

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

Me: *Series of pterodactyl screeches and throat gurgles*

(I'm looking at YOU Lutteo!)

[mylutteoheart]

For the fanfic writer ask: 💕 and 💡:)

Thank you so much for the ask.

💕 favorite ship to write?

Definitely lutteo, just because it’s easier for me to write for them than any other ship. But I do love writing for Gastina too, but it’s hard to come up with a great idea to write more for them.

💡what inspires your fic ideas?

I already answered this one.

[themoonandthestrawberry]

that moment...

[huffletiika]

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

[over-the-pink-moon]

how to deal with naughty hands?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Matteo Balsano, you

are

so

dead.”

[oliviasgmz]

Karol sempre gostou de seu colega de trabalho Ruggero, ambos sempre tiveram uma boa relação.

Porém após o garoto começar a namorar uma garota que não gosta de como os jovens eram próximos.

Karol estava decidida a dizer o que estava guardado a anos, que não conseguia viver sem a amizade do garoto que já ele havia se tornado seu oxigênio, seu sorriso doce era o que iluminava o seu dia e que ele era uma droga que a garota já havia se viciado, porém nessa bela história tinha um problema, a namorada do rapaz que era extremamente ciumenta não o deixava sair sem ela por perto, talvez seja a sua insegurança ou querer ter o domínio do rapaz que está confuso sobre seu amor por ela. ele não sabia o que sentia, não sabia se estava apaixonada pela sua amiga de trabalho ou pela jovem não desgrudava por nada.

uma noite Ruggero exausto desse relacionamento de tanto ciúmes e confusão decide terminar com sua namorada, o fim do namoro o fez pensar o que ele realmente sentia por Karol, será que somos somente só amigos ou tem algo a mais?

esse pensamento ficava na cabeça do garoto ele não sabia se era recíproco, porque ambos sempre deixaram claro que só se viam como melhores amigos, que sempre se apoiavam em todos os momentos de medo e insegurança, eles sempre podiam contar um com outro.

eles tinham medo de que se relacionarem e tudo entre eles podia mudar

[eleanorlutteo]

The One Where No One Interupts

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

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

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

, Are you okay?''

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

, Are you sure?''

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[alla-voy]

is it bad that I kinda want to hug a Emilia right now???

[rtheinkqueen]

I wondered why the first ones to come to my mind where all those fix-it fanfictions that show us how the problems of a couple could have all been solved with one simple conversation, that are so much better than the useless drama canon gives us. Most specifically Lutteo ones, cause my love is appearantly my love for teen novelas and all the good ships they give me, especially disney once,isn't going anywhere any time soon, even if all the pointless drama (yes such thing exists, there is drama that moves the plot forward and has a reason and then there is that kind of drama meant to drive you insane and want to scream at the characters) in them is going to drive me insane someday, I'm sure

Fanfiction, or as it’s better known as, Characters Actually Talking to Each Other,

[sapphire374]

Soy Sol Masterlist (Chapter Collection)

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

- Chapter 1: Heart on the Line

- Chapter 2: Gossip that Spreads like Wildfire

- Chapter 3: Chaos Ensues

- Chapter 4: Rumors and Mishaps

- Chapter 5: Lighting Up in a Rainy Town

- Chapter 6: Surprise! Surprise!

- Chapter 7: The Last Time

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

- Chapter 9: A Flicker of Light

- Chapter 10: Hopeful Curiosity

- Chapter 11: The Cut that Burrows Deep

- Chapter 12: I'll Be There Every Step

- Chapter 13: Slipped Away

- Chapter 14: Weeks Away

- Chapter 15: Close to Fingertips

- Chapter 16: Invisible String

- Chapter 17: Epilogue

[silveranchor]

Somewhere in between

Death is not always the end of the journey. For some, it’s just the beginning. Simbar Ghost!AU 

So this one is a little different. I was not expecting the story to take this turn when I first began writing it, but I lost control over it a while ago. 

This will still be mainly a simbar fic, but I am trash for Luna and Matteo, so I had to tell their side of the story.

Again, huge thanks to Bianca @from-red-string for proofreading and being a great help. If I wasn’t broke, I’d send her a flower arrangement.

Hope this doesn’t suck so much.

Previous chapters

 Chapter 5 - And the agony’s turning into thought

During the trip from the cemetery to the hospital, Luna keeps telling herself not to freak out. The paramedics don’t seem very concerned, so probably it’s nothing too bad. Then again, they just might be too used to emergencies to seem anything but calm.

She clutches her hands close to her chest and tries to take slow, deep breaths as the ambulance pulls to a stop and the paramedics carry the guy inside the hospital, motioning for her to follow.

The guy had no identification on him, but his phone had been unblocked. Someone made sure to call the first number on his frequent calls list. A guy named Gastón had been the one to pick up and Luna now sits in the waiting room, a crumpled paper cup in her hands, waiting for him to arrive.

Her brain is doing it’s best to process the day’s events as best as it can, but it’s not going well. It all started when she woke up feeling like she wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep for the next century once again. Before her best friend died, she would have woken up full of energy and excitement, ready to face whatever came her way; but that Luna hasn’t shown up in too long. She wonders if she’ll ever come back.

She’d decided to visit Simón’s grave, hoping to feel closer to him. She didn’t, but she’d felt something else: for the first time in months, she felt motivated.

Luna can’t really explain it, but kneeling in the grass, she’d felt compelled to admit her biggest fears aloud to herself. It had all come bursting out her chest. She’s been so afraid of accepting what was keeping her from seeking help, but at that moment, she’d felt as if she needed to. It had felt liberating, and for once, she felt a little bit like herself again: brave enough to face her own fear. It had given her hope, and it had reminded her of the person Simón had always encouraged her to be; the person she owed him and all the people who loved her to become.

She’d just vowed to herself that she would fight against whatever was happening to her when she saw the drunk guy wobbling in her direction. She’d been unsure of what to do until he tripped and collapsed to the ground.

Instinct had taken over her then, making her run to him to see if he was alright. For several minutes, she forgot about herself and her grief, her thoughts solely focused on the injured person beside her.

She feels guilty admitting it wasn’t a completely unwelcome sensation.

She’s shaken out of her thoughts by a very disheveled guy entering the waiting room. It takes a while for her to recognize him; he’s faster.

“Luna? What are you doing here? Are you okay?” Gastón speaks very quickly, giving her a concerned once over.

She shakes her head, her eyes wide. “I’m fine. I had no idea you were the Gastón they called.”

“Wait, you are the girl who found Matteo in the cemetery?” He brings his hand up to rub his face as she nods, speechless. “Is he okay?”

She tries to explain as he sits beside her. “Yeah, the doctors say he’s fine. He hit his head on a pebble or something, so he got a couple stitches, but otherwise, he’s just passed out drunk.” He sinks deeper into his chair with relief and she suddenly remembers something. “Wait, that was the Matteo, your best friend?”

He sighs, “Yeah, you just met the great Matteo Balsano. Sorry, it wasn’t a very good experience, that’s not how I was planning for you two to meet.” He’s trying to make a joke out of it, but when he tries to smile, it looks more like a grimace.

Gastón has been dating Luna’s best friend, Nina, for less than three months, but they’ve been in the same study group for about a year now. Luna sometimes crashed their meetings and she’d always gotten along with him pretty well. Gastón had constantly talked about his best friend, Matteo. He’d spoken of him as if he were both the most infuriating person on Earth and God’s gift to mankind. He’d always tell Luna that he thought they should meet, saying that his astronomy nerd of a friend would be stoked to meet someone named after the moon. The meeting never took place, though. Matteo was apparently a really busy guy and Luna was pretty occupied with school and her job at a pet shop.

After Simón’s death, though, she’d stopped hanging out with Nina’s study group, so she hadn’t gotten to see Gastón as much and she’d forgotten all about his elusive best friend. She still hung out with Nina every week, and Gastón was sometimes there too, but their get-togethers weren’t the same now that all they did was worry about her.

Luna takes Gastón’s hand in hers and he squeezes it gratefully. “I’m sorry about your friend getting hurt. You must have been very worried.”

“I was. I thought the worst. He hasn’t been himself for a while.”

She knows she shouldn’t pry, but she can’t help it. “Would that have something to do with him passing out drunk in a cemetery?”

Gastón runs his other hand through his already messy hair. “Yeah. A good friend, his ex-girlfriend, died a month and a half ago and he’s been avoiding everyone and getting drunk every night since then.” He sighs again. “She crashed her car while talking to him on the phone… She was the one to call, but he blames himself.”

Her heart clenches painfully as she realizes the gravity of the situation. There’s a selfish part of her that reminds her that could have been her, but she tries to shut it down; now is not the time to think about herself. “I didn’t know. I’m extremely sorry for your loss… and about everything else.”

He releases his hand from hers and pats her arm. “Not your fault, Luna. Also, thank you for finding Matteo and staying here.”

She toys with the paper cup on her hand. “It’s okay, I couldn’t leave someone alone at the hospital.”

He nods, and they stay quiet for a while until Gastón breaks the silence.

“And, how are you? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

She tries to think of an answer that doesn’t make it sound as if her life is coming apart, but she’s too exhausted to even lie. “Not very well, really. I got laid off from work.”

He places a hand on her knee comfortingly. “I’m sorry about that, Nina told me.”

She sighs. “Like you said, not your fault.”

He nods and hesitates a little before speaking again. “And, uh, were you visiting Simón’s grave today?”

“Yeah.” The brunette looks down. She knows he means well, but she feels embarrassed by how everyone seems to know just how much of a wreck she is.

He notices, but he just turns to face her with compassionate eyes. “We might not be super close, Luna, but I care about you. I can’t possibly understand how you feel; I know that, Nina does too. We’ve both lost people we love, but never someone as close as Simón was to you. I can’t even imagine how it must be for you, but I want you to know that you can count on me if you ever need anything, okay?”

His expression is honest and caring and it tugs at her heartstrings. It hurts her to know just how much her state affects her friends, but feeling their love for her does make her feel a little less numb.

Hearing Gastón’s words makes her remember every time someone who cares about her has tried to help her, and their pained expressions every time she shuts them down. Her mind goes back to that moment in the cemetery, where she realized she has been putting off seeking help because she is afraid of being happy without her best friend. Simon wouldn’t want that of her, he would hate it if she refused to try being happy because of him. Her reluctance to move on is not fair to him, or to any of her loved ones. She might not owe anything to herself, but she owes it to the people who care about her to do her best. She’d realized as much at the cemetery, but now she’s sure that she doesn’t want to let her friends down.

Gastón is still looking at her with concern when a doctor comes out of Matteo’s room and they both stand up expectantly. The man tells them Matteo is sleeping but fine, and will be free to leave the hospital in the morning.

When the doctor leaves, they sink into their chairs again. Luna thinks about Matteo, so consumed in his grief that he tries drinking it away. He’s not too different from her she realizes, they both lost someone and it made their world stop. Then she remembers how helping him and worrying about his wellbeing made her forget her own problems for a moment. An idea comes to her mind and she turns to Gastón.

“Thank you, for what you said before the doctor came. I really appreciate it and I would actually like your help.”

Her friend looks at her like she just sprouted another head, but recovers quickly. “I’m glad. Whatever you need, I’m here for you.” He pauses. “Why now, though? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

She takes a deep breath, deciding to be honest. “I realized that it’s not fair for me not to try moving on when that’s what Simón would want me to do… I want to be myself again and I can’t do that alone.”

Gastón gives her a warm half-smile and brings an arm around her. “I’m happy to hear that, moon girl. What can I do?”

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

DUUUUDE!

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

I mean...

They were both born into high status families,

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

They were both adopted after that,

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

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

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

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

The aunt plans to stop them and fails,

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

DM me on this thing if I missed anything

[mylutteoheart]

Nightly Adventures

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

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

find my other fics here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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