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heart is gonna flatline || l.h.

tour puts luke and lucy's feelings to the test. addiction to sex, alcohol and weed for when things get hard. SMUT.

this was so fun to write ! loved to participate in the @5sos-fic-fest this year. hope you enjoy this. here's the ao3 link.

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Prompt Au where the characters are both famous musicians with their own projects who have a well-documented public friendship. When they announce a tour together fans go crazy, as do the shippers. As the tour progresses, maybe the shippers are on to something…

Pop-rockers 5SOS and Latina indie-rocker Lucía Huerta announce tour together Last year, there were rumors about the frontman of the Australian band -Luke Hemmings, 27- and relatively new sensation Lucía "Lucy" Huerta, 28. They'd been caught leaving West Hollywood bars together, late at night, on numerous occasions. They put the speculation to a stop when in June 2023 Lucy uploaded an Instagram story of her and the blond having a drink. She tagged Hemmings and wrote "that's the homie", to which Luke replied in his own stories "that's me :)". They've been seen hanging out repeatedly since then, but it doesn't seem any more platonic than work friends. And speaking of work friends, 5 Seconds of Summer and Huerta just announced a 2024 tour that definitely excited fans, not just because of the vibrant shows they expect to see later in the year, but also because they want to see how the relationship of the two stars will develop during the four-month North American dates. Here at Music Getaway, we'll definitely keep a close eye on them.

"i'm not ready to tell them yet," lucy says to his boyfriend as she leaves the coffee cup on the kitchen counter next to them. they've been dating for eight months. it's been hard to hide their relationship from the press, and luke isn't too keen on the idea. he actually hates it. but he loves lucy. he loves that she's a talented musician, her laugh, her jokes and her business smarts. and he just can't enjoy this in peace, not with being so secretive.

"you've been saying that for months now. when are you gonna be okay with this? with us?" luke doesn't get it. why hide when they go out on dates and he can finally press a hand on her ass in public to stop the thirst traps people seem to tag her on. hoping to get a chance with her? fuck no. the blond wants her all to himself, he can't deny that.

lucy twists her lips, stalling. the smell of freshly brewed breakfast coffee dancing around them. "you don't understand." she finally says, reaching a hand to touch his arm for a few seconds. the thought of being out in the open with luke would change everything. "people will treat me differently. they might not respect me anymore."

"what are you talking about?"

"luke, come on. i got my own interview with kelly clarkson and then i played the iheartradio festival." they'd been incredible opportunities. "all of my hard work goes away the minute they know we're together. they'll say oh she was fucking the rockstar and he got her those big breaks. i don't want that. i don't want people to minimize my efforts."

luke sighs and shakes his head. "is that what's more important?" lucy shrugs. "okay," he finally says.

"okay?"

"yeah. it's fine. i get it. i won't bring it up again."

lucy throws her arms around his neck. "thank you," she whispers before kissing his lips softly. "i love you."

luke sits with ashton outside the rehearsal room. they've been playing for nearly two hours and they need a breather, especially because luke's mind is spinning. "i don't know, man. it sucks." they hear chattering on the other side of the door, a few guitar riffs and then laughter.

"of course it sucks, mate," ashton tells his friend. "she doesn't want to be in your shadow. it really fucking sucks and you better not fuck this up for her. you know how hard she's been working." he had grown fond of lucy. she was as much of a fan of drums as he was. he taught her a few fills and she invited him to do yoga and get high, ending up talking about how the unconscious force of creativity is beyond any of us. ashton doesn't want to see her heartbroken because of her boyfriend's, his best friend's inability to trust someone who really loves him.

luke's insecure, there's no question about that. after his marriage fell apart, he fell into a depression. and when he got better, he found this woman in the venue of the iheartradio festival, she was wearing cool sunglasses and stevie nicks-looking clothes. hippie goth he would've dared to say. they were watching the soundcheck of another band and started talking after she took out a cigarette from her backpack and asked him for a lighter.

"sorry, no. i don't smoke."

"that's okay," she smiled.

that was all she said before looking for -and eventually finding- a lighter in the outside pocket of her small backpack.

the man looked up at the sky, the sun shining bright and the warm air of the field. he squinted one eye and turned to her. "they sound pretty good," he said of the band that was talking onstage, between songs. she nodded her head. "do you know them?"

"not personally, no," she replied and blew smoke out in a thin line. "but i've been a fan of them for a while now. they're one of my favorite indie bands."

that got them talking, eventually introducing themselves and catching up later after each other’s set. there was chemistry and flirting. luke's band immediately caught up to what was happening, when he said he was gonna congratulate lucy and be right back. but he didn't and it took them a full while to find him, thirty minutes before they went up and played.

"you got a lighter?"

calum nods and lights the cigarette for her. the smoking area of the building being a small parking lot.

"thanks," she breathes out. "you out here on your own?"

the bassist nods. "it's a good place to think."

lucy smiles and rolls her eyes. “cheesy,” she says with a grin.

"where's loverboy?" he asks, a cheeky smile on his face. calum was the first one to see them kissing. it was an afterparty at his band photographer's place. he'd gone to the kitchen when everyone started leaving, eight in the morning. when he went back to the living room with a cup of coffee, he saw lucy snuggled up to luke, smiling at him. luke smiled back and leaned in to kiss her. "aren't you guys glued to the hip anymore?"

lucy chuckles, "i don't know. there's... a lot happening."

"i'm listening."

"uh... okay. so... we decided to not tell everyone yet that we're dating. Not even with the tour. and i think he's mad at me."

"why do you say that?"

"he's been more... distant. and i don't know if that's what i wanted but it feels like... payback. like, you banned us and now i'm gonna make sure you feel it type of thing."

"i'm sure it's not that."

a bitter chuckle leaves her lips. "helpful as usual, cal."

cincinatti, first stop of the you don't go to parties tour. lucy had laughed when they first told her the name of the tour, but she eventually grew to like it and even embrace it. it's 6 pm and her soundcheck just ended. security lets fans in for a q&a with 5sos. she walks over to her boyfriend and smiles at him, wanting to kiss him good luck, or maybe just because she loves him. but luke stops her before she can even tilt her head up to reach his lips.

"we can't now. remember?"

it leaves her heart sore. she stands still as luke enters the stage and is greeted with the cheering of the fans. the rest of the guys are already seated on the small stairs of the set. she watches him ignore her and the questions about her. michael replies to one of them by saying she's our friend and we care for her and we're pretty inspired by her work as well, so it seemed like a good idea to, like, join forces and do this tour together.

lucy hopes luke will acknowledge her at some point, but he doesn't. when they start playing talk fast for the few lucky seventy fans in the audience, she twists her lips and leaves, heading backstage.

he doesn't see her until she's onstage again, playing her set of amazing songs for the 16,000 people attending the show. they dance and scream the lyrics back to her. she plays her guitar and sings with her raspy grunge-style voice over the indie-pop-rock arrangements her backing band provides. his heart beats faster as she approaches the microphone and starts talking.

"and thank you to my friends in 5sos who have been kind enough to invite me to co-headline this tour. the you don't go to parties tour seemed a little odd to me at first because this is definitely a party, isn't it?" she smiles as the crowd cheers. "so thank you guys," lucy turns to the left of the stage and sees luke standing next to her guitar tech. "i really fucking love you."

because of technical issues, the band can't perform the whole setlist. sometimes it happens. ashton is always pissed. "they're missing the whole experience!"

"yeah, well. nothing we can do. venue told us we could do the whole hour and a half but because of the issue with the speakers, they can't last that long. you have to cut two songs."

the tour manager tries to hold this thing together as ashton and michael complain. calum offers suggestions.

"i guess we could lose um... we could lose babylon, right? just this once and... flatline maybe?" the bassist looks over at luke.

flatline is the one song they had never played live before and it’d be a surprise for the audience. especially because lucy would come onstage to sing it with them. play the rhythmic guitar while luke walks around, hyping up the crowd. they'd rehearsed it several times and she was excited about it. they both were. allegedly.

"sure," luke replies as he drinks a glass of tequila, setting it down on a table and making sure his guitar is properly tuned. "let's cut them."

michael and ashton look at each other and then at luke. the frontman shrugs and his friends tell the tour manager that they will cut babylon and flatline.

all of the musicians have separate rooms in the hotels. even luke and lucy. she'd insisted it'd be easier. luke hated it. and he didn't expect her to show up at his room, unannounced, with a frown on her forehead and breathing hard.

"you cut our song," she steps inside the white room with the white walls, white bed and white comforter. looking at luke, the woman crosses her arms.

"we had to," he simply states. as if he wasn't the one greenlighting the whole thing.

"you could've told me, though. i was looking stupid next to the stage, waiting for you to introduce me. and it never happened."

"is that all that matters to you? how you look in front of other people? we had to cut two songs, lucy. the surprise's gonna be even bigger in the next show. fans will appreciate that."

lucy twists her lips and walks straight past him towards the door. "you're an asshole," she says before closing it behind her.

the beginning of the flight to boston is awkward. the whole twelve -the bands and the crew- can sense the tension inside the plane. it stems from luke and lucy, obviously. when did everything get so uneasy?

twenty minutes into the duration of the flight, though, luke slides into the seat next to his girlfriend. she doesn't look at him.

"i should've told you."

"yeah, you should've."

her heart beats faster as he places a hand on her cheek, guiding her eyes towards his own. he looks inside the brown hues and decides he can't keep hurting her. but she hurt him first. he wants to grow up and let it go. it's proving to be harder than he thought. maturity hasn't caught up to him easily yet. "i'm sorry." she closes her eyes and luke leans in to kiss her. "i'm sorry," he repeats.

a hand on his wrist, lucy is sad. looking into his eyes makes her sad. "it's okay," she finally says.

"and now we've got a pretty special surprise for you," michael grins into the microphone as the whole venue screams. "it's time to invite lucy huerta back on stage!" he shouts with a smile.

luke thinks lucy looks so fucking edible in those tight pants and that see-through top. her smile is big as she waves to the audience and settles on the center of the stage, where luke usually is. he gets another microphone from one of the roadies before ashton counts to four with his hi-hat.

should've seen me like a year ago, year ago/i was someone you don't even know, even know/dark times kept me all alone, all alone/you were shining like a heart of gold, heart of gold

he steals glances at her as she smiles into the crowd that’s going wild, her acoustic guitar hanging from her shoulders.

luke was depressed after the divorce, staying home and drinking himself to sleep. then he got his shit together (half of it at least), went to the studio and worked through his issues by writing songs. when he met lucy, luke thought she was the most wonderful person on the planet. she had the kindest heart and was an overall joy to have around. he sings the pre-chorus and is taken aback by her strong voice as she takes over the song with her playing and her singing.

ooh, i'm falling for the first time/heart is gonna flatline/now i can't even look at you/you're like staring at the sunshine, burning into my mind/now i can't even look at you

and she doesn't. she doesn't look at him as she sings, unlike rehearsals when they couldn't stop singing to each other. it breaks his heart, considering it's their song. he wrote this for her.

"thank you!" lucy shouts and then leaves the stage waving everybody goodbye.

after the show, luke showed up to her hotel room. the bands were out clubbing and when he heard lucy wasn’t gonna join them, he immediately took an uber back to where they were staying.

“let me in, please,” he says after knocking on her door three times. when she finally appears, she’s wearing a towel around her body and another one around her hair. she looks tired. “can i come in?”

without saying a word, lucy steps aside and luke walks into her room. she closes the door behind her and approaches him.

“talk to me,” he basically begs. reading her mind is like an unsolvable sudoku, the man can’t get his head around it. “I love you.”

“i love you, too,” she whispers, looking down at his messy converse sneakers.

luke quickly grabs her face and kisses her. it’s passionate and arousing and she can feel herself melting under his touch. she knows they should actually talk about it, instead of making out and falling on the bed, her towels discarded somewhere on the floor. she can’t help it. they’re both sex addicts. lucy rips his thin black shirt open and kisses down his chest, leaving his skin wet with the droplets that run down her hair. his breathing grows heavier and his pants grow tighter in the crotch area. he closes his eyes as she trails the kisses back up to his face. “take it off,” she pleads and sits next to him. luke quickly reincorporates himself to toss his shirt, his slacks and his underwear out of the way. he’s big and pulsating and lucy swallows hard, he turns her on so much.

when the last item of clothing hits the floor, one of his shoes, the man licks his upper lip and straddles her body, hovering over her. “you really want me, huh?” his smirk is cocky, as if he’s forgotten everything about these past few days. it’s like nothing ever happened and they’re still in their love bubble. she so desperately wants to go back to it, so she nods and wraps her arms around his neck, bringing him to her lips as she parts her legs. luke hooks an elbow on her knee and spreads her wider, watching her folds throb for him. so slick and ready. he kisses her once more before carefully dropping her leg onto the bed. “condom,” he says. “i need to fuck you now.”

lucy reaches out to the bag she keeps on the nightstand. eyeliner, pills and condoms. she hands him one and it doesn’t take long before his cock is ready. luke smirks and kisses her, lining himself against her entrance with one hand, he takes a deep breath and penetrates her.

her gasp shouldn’t come as a surprise, given that it’s the same sound every time, not at all used to having him being so big and thick yet, even after all these months. she closes her eyes and bites her lower lip as luke runs a hand through his damp curls, letting her adjust to his size. he groans as he feels her walls engulfing him. “i want you so much,” he offers a low moan and starts picking up the pace of his thrusts. bringing one of her legs over his shoulder, the man reaches a deeper spot that makes her moan out.

“fuck,” she pants as the bed bounces underneath their bodies. luke’s strength and determination to fuck her stupid works. her eyes roll to the back and she digs her short nails into his naked back. “more,” she begs and is immediately met with a hand around her throat. “more,” her plead is inaudible as she feels like she can’t breathe from the pleasure.

luke’s pupils are dilated in a way she’s never seen before. he tightens her grip around her throat and around her leg. gulping down at the sight of his girl falling apart under him, he tries to restrain louder moans but how can he? how can he fuck her quietly when she looks and feels so fucking good? “say you’re mine,” he orders. “say you’re mine.”

the morning sun shines through the window and rests its light on lucy’s face. She scrunches her nose and opens her eyes. she’s lying on luke’s chest, they’re both naked. he doesn’t seem to notice her shifting. the woman looks up at him, wondering when things got so complicated. she loves him. she truly loves him. he’s the first man she’s ever loved, in a real way, not a platonic crush way. the fact that he makes her laugh and his skills when making music and also in bed are extraordinary. he’s a sensitive soul and it’s such a wonder when he lowers down the walls he builds up around people. letting them in but not all the way. not in the way he does with her. or did. “why can’t you trust me with your thoughts anymore?” lucy wonders in a soft whisper before pressing a kiss to his sternum and getting up. she goes to the bathroom and takes a shower. when she opens the door that leads to the bedroom, luke is up and scrolling through his phone. “hi,” she smiles softly. her boyfriend’s hair is a mess and there’s still sleep inside his eyes.

“hey,” the man smiles back, putting his phone away. “flight’s at 6. you wanna do something today?”

lucy leans against the frame of the bathroom door. she crosses her arms in front of her chest and thinks for a moment while twisting her lips. “what do you have in mind?”

they both go down in the elevator, not touching, and it’s killing them. when they reach the hotel’s diner, they find calum and ashton sitting at one of the tables, drinking orange juice and eating bagels.

“you guys had fun last night,” calum smirks as the couple sits down with a plate of waffles and two cups of coffee.

lucy blushes and luke has to stop every inch of his urgent body to wrap an arm around her shoulders. “shut up,” they both say in unison. there’s a soft smile on their faces.

after michael drops by to have a quick breakfast and then leaves to facetime his wife and his baby daughter, the rest of them decide that it would be cool to go out and explore the city. so they do that. they go to a park and sit around, smoking and drinking warm water because of the summer heat upon them. a couple of fans stumble across them and ask for pictures. they stay for around ten minutes before leaving off to continue their day, the musicians keep on enjoying the sun and the fresh air. if you ignore calum and lucy’s cigarettes, that is.

they go to lunch at a nearby restaurant and order pasta salads. lucy looks over at luke across the table, he’s laughing at one of ashton’s jokes and she sighs almost imperceptibly, looking down at her empty plate. there’s a single ravioli and two tomato slices on it. she looks up when she feels a foot against her ankle and sees luke smiling softly at her.

they can’t help but fuck in the restaurant’s bathroom. locked into a single stall, she drops to her knees and sucks him off. luke pins her against the door and buries his head on her neck to muffle the sounds when he slides into her. she’s got a leg wrapped around his waist and she swallows hard to hush the sounds she wants to make.

when they reach back the table, they find that ashton and calum have deserted them, leaving them with the bill. “assholes,” she says and luke laughs.

Seen out: Luke Hemmings and Lucía Huerta have an off day in Boston

The pair walked out of the Intercontinental Hotel with Ashton Irwin (5SOS’ drummer) and Calum Hood (5SOS’ bassist). They were seen by fans at Fenway Park and they took pictures with them. Luke looks tired in the photos, but he seems happy. He wears roughed-up sneakers and a white tank top. Lucy wears short denim shorts and a black top with flowy sleeves. The fans that tagged them in the Instagram posts spoke about how nice they were and how exciting it was to meet them. Hemmings and Huerta were both seen leaving Tenderoni’s Fenway restaurant and getting into an Uber. According to inside sources, the pair haven’t been able to keep their hands off each other during this tour so far. We hope it stays that way.

“fuck,” lucy’s frustration about the latest hollywood gossip blog post seems to go unnoticed on the plane. but luke can tell, and he wraps an arm around her the minute they both sit down. “they know. they seem to know,” she hands him her phone so he can read the writing piece. she hates it. she hates it so much. “inside sources can suck my dick.” this statement makes luke giggle. “what’s so funny?” she asks, annoyed.

“nothing.”

the next cities go by in a time whirlwind. lucy’s been distant since the article and it breaks luke’s heart. she refused to hold his hand and kiss him outside hotel rooms. even concerts’ backstages.

a few months after they met, they attended a house party in santa monica. the sparks between them were something everybody noticed, but they didn’t seem to think much of it. they’re rockstars, they’re the same age, of course they’re gonna flirt. luke fucked her in the spare bedroom, door locked. she gasped when she felt his cock for the first time, knowing he’d just made her addicted to it. he’d ruined every other man for her.

“we should head back downstairs.”

“i wanna stay here with you.”

“luke.” his name was rough against her lips as she hooked her bra back on.

“alright, i’m up.”

looking back, that should’ve been a red flag for him, but he chose to ignore it. because she made him feel good and he didn’t want her to leave him for somebody else. he didn’t want to be left again. he’d loved his ex-wife, and it was hard to get over her after she cheated on him. lucy had never been in a relationship, just random hookups, a friend with benefits and two weeks of winter love. she feared intimacy and luke could tell after the second time they had sex. spend the night, he’d said. lucy shook her head and told him she needed to get up early in the morning for an interview, which was a lie.

by the time the first month rolls around, they’re barely talking. It’s all sex and pretending onstage. pretending to have fun, pretending that they’re not hurt. their hearts break in silence. well, sort of.

“i told you not to fuck it up.”

“she won’t let me in. she won’t talk to me about it.”

“fix it.”

someone just like you, no one else/lights will guide you so, run like hell

the screaming fans can’t get enough of the energy onstage. michael jumping around, calum throwing his head back to expose his neck to the crowd, ashton beasting out on the drums. luke crouches in front of the crowd with a wide smile and lucy plays guitar while she sings her heart out. the lights radiate orange and red colors on the stage, the bass resonates in their bodies and there’s so much adrenaline going on that she has a moment of weakness. she looks over at luke, who has walked over to michael’s side of the stage as he sings the second verse. he wears a silver shirt that makes his shoulders look so spectacularly broad. she looks at him a little too long and when the camera pans over to her, showing her true feelings on the giant screen, fans seem to lose it even more. luke walks back to her and sings directly into her eyes, as if he can feel his way back to his girl. finally. a sad smile appears on her face for a split second before she starts dancing while playing the post-chorus instrumental outro. her long wavy hair hides her face and no one notices a single tear rolling down her cheek. when the song ends, she pretends to be emotional about the crowd, about how much they seem to love the show. which she is very grateful for. but on the other side of the coin, she just fucked up everything for herself. her career. and it’s clear when luke approaches her with a reassuring smile and one fan screams KISS! KISS! and then the whole venue is yelling the same word over and over again. michael and calum look at each other, ashton wipes off the sweat from his forehead and when the chanting doesn’t seem to stop, he grabs his mic.

“alright, alright. calm your asses down,” the drummer laughs and the crowd follows suit. a distraction. he starts talking about how they recorded the song and thanking lucy for putting on a fantastic show with them for the beautiful souls in the audience.

lucy twists her lips, trying not to break down in front of thousands of people. so, she just waves and quickly exits the stage. luke takes a deep breath. he wants to run after her, make sure she’s okay. but she would never forgive him for giving the fans more reasons to speculate about their relationship.

lucy cries backstage, alone. she takes off her makeup and sees dark circles underneath her eyes. why the fuck is she such a mess? why can’t she be in love like a normal person?

the show ends and the first person to knock on her dressing room is, obviously, luke. “are you okay?” he opens the door and sees his girlfriend lying on the sofa, sleeping. her makeup’s off and he can better appreciate the freckles on her nose that she gets in the summer. he stays with her, sitting on the chair in front of the mirror. the man looks at her as she wrinkles her nose in her sleep. he loves her so much. but what if this it? what if this is the end for them?

michael opens the door, “what’s going on? is she okay?”

“she’s okay,” luke smiles weakly. “she’s sleeping.”

lucy holds a pillow to her chest. she’s covered by luke’s jacket. michael decides he should probably leave them alone. “good luck, man,” he says as he pats luke’s shoulder, then he leaves the door closed after stepping back out.

luke could really use a joint right now. all these thoughts and feelings. wondering what she may be dreaming. or what she does with her days when they’re not together. he hates being so possessive, it makes him feel like a child. but how can you blame him?

“good luck with what?” lucy’s yawn startles him. she rubs one eye open.

michael meant well, but he also wanted to protect luke from heartbreak. lucy’s given him that for months now. all the guys -at least in the bands- knew lucy has a bit of… issues. she believes in things to be too black or white, good or bad, yes or no. no space for grey areas in her life. and that’s frustrating to deal with, but luke had fallen in love because she was so intense and so hardheaded when it came to defending her values. He admired that about her. “I honestly have no idea,” he lies behind a chuckle, playing it off as usual band nonsense. “do you wanna go back to the hotel and sleep?”

she’s too tired to get into an argument about taking separate cars, so she just nods. “Yeah.”

when they get to the hotel room, luke tucks her in and pours her a glass of water that he leaves on her nightstand. he looks for ibuprofen in her small bag with pills and condoms and sets two next to the water.

“i’m sorry for being such a bitch to you,” lucy says with her eyes closed, lying on her side.

she looks so out of it. as if she’d just drank an entire bottle of vodka and then smoked weed. he feels bad. he never meant for her to feel like this when they got into a relationship. but touring always makes things hard. especially if you’re playing shows every night with the person you love. the man sighs and sits next to her. “don’t worry about me. get some sleep,” he whispers and kisses her temple.

before he can stand up, lucy grabs his arm. “can you stay with me? please.”

a soft smile sets on his lips. “of course.”

after landing in the next city, lucy calls her mom.

there are three knocks on his hotel room door. “luke?” her voice is soft. as if she’s embarrassed. she doesn’t want her mother’s words to haunt her. the man opens the door without his shirt. just sweatpants. he was probably gonna go to bed. she might as well ruin his night too.

“hey.” there’s a small pause. “what’s up?” he steps aside so she can come in. the tv’s on in the background and there’s a tray with an empty plate and a glass of tequila, just resting on his nightstand.

lucy nods her head and walks inside. “i wanna talk.”

“okay…”

“about us.”

Love Is All Around: It’s Insta-Official

Two months ago, the You Don’t Go To Parties Tour hit the stage. And last night, Lucía Huerta and Luke Hemmings provided some much-needed proof of their romance. “Ten months with you feel like a second. Magic. I love you.”

lucy sighs as she reads the article.

“are you okay?” luke asks her.

“yeah,” she replies. “just… scared, i guess.”

“it’s gonna be okay, love,” he kisses the top of her head and sits next to her on the sofa. “everything’s gonna be alright.” the dressing room is big and no one else is around. it’s noon.

tons of notifications have been hitting their phones for the past fourteen hours. some are mean comments, others are encouraging words from fans. either way, it makes lucy anxious. “do you wanna get high?” she asks her boyfriend. maybe weed isn’t the solution to every problem ever, but it helps.

the man smiles. “sure,” he says.

they go to the private parking lot of the venue. luke rolls a joint while lucy smokes a cigarette. she flicks the ashes onto the concrete, fidgeting her fingers around the cancer stick. luke isn’t the biggest fan of her smoking. and she's been smoking more as the days go by. but he understands she’s going through a lot, so he says nothing. he gets a text from calum, wondering where he and his girlfriend are. we’re gonna have lunch, join us? but the blond dismisses the message and lights the joint. he takes two hits before handing it to lucy. she brings it immediately to her lips, the slightly spicy smoke going down her throat smoothly.

it’s so easy to talk to each other. sometimes. but their words have been stunted lately. they don’t know what the other’s thinking. and yes, last night they had a good conversation. but now what? does everything go back to normal now? how? they both feel anxious around each other, and that’s never ever happened before. they both hate it.

“what do you…”

“do you ever…”

they open their mouths simultaneously, quickly chuckling at the awkwardness of their interaction. lucy nods her head, letting him know that he can finish his thought.

luke smiles. “i was gonna ask you if you ever feel like… like things are going so good between us and suddenly we get so quiet and you worry? is that… is that something you feel?”

lucy smiles back. “yeah,” she says. “i don’t really know how to explain it. i mean, i love you. you know i really fucking love you, luke. but sometimes i worry we get too inside our heads. because i think we’re really similar like that. and i… i wanna be someone you can count on…”

“i want that too,” he replies. she hands him back the joint and he smokes some more.

“and sometimes i worry i’m not that someone you deserve,” she finally confesses.

it makes him sad to hear her say that, because there’s no better person for him than her. no one has made him feel this way before. the ups and downs seem to be heightened and it’s a beautiful way to live, he doesn’t want anyone else. there’s only room in his heart for this woman. this is the hardest he’s ever fallen in love, and he can’t imagine his life without her. a bit dramatic, but hey, that’s just who he is. “i don’t deserve anyone, lucy. i just want to be with you,” he says and takes her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. “all the time. every single fucking day.”

the woman looks down at their hands. matching red nail polish and silver-colored rings. this is scary. it’s scary to love and need someone so much that you feel like you’d die if they ever left you. please, don’t leave me. ever. lucy sighs and squeezes his hand in hers. “right back at ya,” she smiles softly and looks up to find his baby blues staring at her with so much love in them that she can’t help the weakness she feels in her knees.

the silence is barely uncomfortable anymore. unlike the ones they’ve been experiencing for countless weeks now. it’s all out in the open. their love for each other burning brighter than ever. neither want this moment to end. and since there’s only one way to stop time, they lean into each other and kiss. it’s soft at first, like a goodnight kiss. and it escalates quickly to an i-never-wanna-be-without-you one. she grabs fistfuls of his shirt, bringing him closer to her body. luke places both hands on her face as his tongue traces her bottom lip. their eyes are red and their hunger is raw.

they can’t get to his hotel room fast enough. fuck having lunch with friends, they need to satiate this urge so they can go on for the rest of the day. “i want you so bad,” she whines against his throat, leaving wet and sloppy kisses along his jawline. he’s already big and leaking with precum, grinding his hips against hers. unhooking her bra, luke immediately buries his head between her breasts and she whines again. those beautiful sounds he can’t get enough of.

“ride me, babe. i wanna see these titties bounce,” he whispers against her skin. hands gripping her hips. bulge so hard he feels like he’s gonna explode. they’re naked and he already has a condom wrapping his shaft. lucy bites her lower lip and lines him against her slit. he’s throbbing in her hand and that drives her insane. the moan he drags out as she strokes him is paradise. The filthiest love they’ve ever experienced. Both always wanting to fuck each other. It’s her waist, it’s his broad shoulders. The way they move on stage, wanting to look sexy for the other.

lucy sinks into his cock and lets out a whine, “fuuck.” his thick size feels so good. luke grabs her ass and spreads her cheeks open so he can penetrate her better.

“you like that?”

“yes.” her mouth hangs open and her eyes roll to the back of her head. luke has always thought of her as his pretty little pornstar. even before they started dating, the way she danced with him at the club. her back pressed to his body as his hands rested on her hips and stomach. both sweaty and a bit embarrassed when they went back to the booth with their friends.

the woman, as per requested, starts bouncing on his cock. titties moving up and down. “fuck, girl.”

“is it better to feel this or feel nothing at all?”

ever since the news got out about their relationship, lucy’s been a mess. interviewers can be assholes. they suddenly stopped asking about her music, her achievements. all they wanted to know about was her clothes and her boyfriend. like everything she worked for just disappeared in the blink of an eye.

she lays on her side on the hotel bed after playing a festival in latin america. luke spoons her, holding her close to his body. he doesn’t know what to say. he’s surprised by the outcome. hadn’t expected people to diminish her work, to ignore she just played the 6 pm slot, which is a hard spot to get. you need a lot of people to stay for the whole set. and she’d killed it.

“i don’t understand what happened,” luke sighs against her neck and squeezes her tighter. “i’m really sorry.”

lucy closes her eyes, feeling a bit less anxious with him. “it’s okay. the industry’s fucked up.”

“yeah,” he chuckles weakly. “it is.”

“so it’s true? you and luke are engaged?”

the questions about her relationship don’t seem to cease. even a year later. they go together to events and people seem to be more excited about them together than their work. it’s annoying, but what are you gonna do? “yeah, we are,” lucy smiles. “we’re also dropping a new song together next month.”

“ooh, tell us about it.”

lucy has become good at deflecting. luke taught her that.

“how was the interview?” luke asks after he greets his fianceé with a kiss and hands her a cup of coffee from her favorite shop.

“it was alright,” lucy shrugs. it’s definitely been a learning experience, dodging questions about her personal life. but luke has been so supportive and sweet throughout the whole thing. she’s grateful to marry her man in six months. “how was the recording session?” she asks as she sips the hot beverage.

the blond had written things throughout the tour. enough things to make an ep. “it was good,” he smiles softly.

the song luke and lucy release is a hit. a 90s-inspired track with her raspy vocals and his whiny ones make for an interesting texture that captures hearts everywhere. they play it on several shows, the crowds go insane every time.

a month later, lucy releases her second album. it's a hit. she's invited to play festivals and there are rumors of a grammy nomination.

"here's to my girl," luke smiles as he raises a glass of wine in front of her and their friends. "she showed the world she's a powerhouse, an amazing songwriter and performer. she's the best thing that's ever happened to me and i'm so proud of you." his gaze sets on lucy, who's blushing like crazy and smiling like an idiot. "i really fucking love you."

"right back at ya," the woman grins and stands up from the table to kiss her man. everyone cheers.

the night goes by fast. the celebration turns into a party in luke and lucy's new place in west hollywood. but the couple soon disappears into their shared bedroom. fucking until the sun comes up and their friends leave.

luke pants as his orgasm washes over him. "fuck," he breathes out, collapsing next to her on their bed.

"yeah," lucy chuckles. her body is sweaty and she wraps an arm around his torso as she snuggles up to him. looking up at his face, the man's glistening. he's the most beautiful man. he's got the biggest heart and he's never been jealous or threatened by her successes. she appreciates that. "wanna eat me out?" lucy smirks, her leg now over his, her wet pussy making contact with his thigh and she grinds into him.

"give me a second," luke lets out a soft laugh. "you really wore me out. my pretty slutty angel." he strokes her hair, hand soon trailing down to her ass. a small slap to it that makes her bite down on her lip. "okay, come on. legs spread, i'm diving in," he grins.

she does what she's told. opening her legs so luke can attach his lips to her swollen clit and start licking her folds. so sloppy. so fucking nasty. lucy groans as her breath hitches. "you're so good."

he smirks against her entrance before exploring her walls with his tongue. so fucking skilled.

grammy nominations announcement. luke and lucy's song gets one for song of the year. her album gets one for album of the year. they're ecstatic. it's all happening.

#5sosficfest2024 #luke hemmings #luke hemming fic #luke hemming smut #i absolutely loved writing this and feeling *pain*#lmfaoo

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What Will It Take

Pairings: Luke James x Black Reader

Word Count: 3235

Warnings: Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Reverse Cowgirl, Spanking, Hint of a Breeding Kink, Pain Kink if You Squint, Real Hard

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“Warriors for the Dub,” I confidently yelled across the hall.

Chuckling as I stride back into the office, coffee in hand, I’m mad excited for tonight's game. Right now it’s a toss up between the Warriors and the Cavaliers and my hating ass coworker is a diehard Lebron fan. I’m talking this man can do no wrong. And I’m all for Lebron don't get me wrong, I can respect the hustle, but that man cries way too much for my taste. Just get in there and play the fucking game without calling for fouls every quarter.

The door slamming against the wall interrupts my thoughts and I look up to see just who has the motherfuckin audacity; my posture relaxing as soon as I eye Damon’s bitch ass stepping through the threshold.

“Ayo for real that boy Curry is done for,” he boomed. “So you might as well just run me my money right now.”

“Just because your rent is due doesn't mean you get to walk around here harassing people; budget better bitch.”

“Ain’t nobody short on money Luke it- matter of fact, lets double up on it.”

“You really wanna go double or nothing?” I questioned.

“That’s what I just said, don’t bitch out on me now.”

“Damon ain’t nobody worried about a few dollars,” I countered. “That’s chump change.”

Damon is what I’d like to call a competitive wagerer. That man will quadruple up on a losing bet even if all he has to give for it is the pants around his ass. Just constantly tripling up on a stake in hopes that the next one guarantees him a pocketful of money. How he still walks around here with two fully functioning knee caps is beyond me.

“Ain’t y’all niggas spose to be working?” comes a voice chiming in from the door.

“Yes sir, I’m just finalizing some of these last minute reports before I hand them over to Luke for the Swiss fiscal account.”

“That’s real cute Damon, but I heard you motherfuckers all the way from the bathroom.”

“Well what you riding a nigga for then?” Damon groaned.

“My bad boss,” I conceded. “But by the end of the day all the statements will have been completed.”

“If y’all two sons of bitches gone be gambling in my establishment, at least have the decency to do it quietly,” he barked. “And while we’re at it, Luke, I need you to stay behind tonight to get a head start on the Cayman Island accounts.”

“My man, any other night and I got you, but tonight is the finals and I already have everything all set up.”

“Luke, if I don’t see at least some headway on those reports by tomorrow, don’t even bother coming in.”

“Sheesh, so much for a work environment that feels like family.”

“Damon shut yo ass up and clock out while you at it,” he ordered, stomping out the room; Damon angrily puffing behind him.

“Fuuuck,” I muttered.

Five days worth of planning down the damn drain. I’m talking surround sound installed and ready to go. Acoustic panel strips glued to the door of my mancave for the perfect noise cancellation, effectively soundproofing it. And wings from my favorite spot preordered and ready to deliver for the exact time I pulled into the driveway. Deadass, the only thing I had left to do was take a quick shower once I got inside. And with how long it takes me to get home once I got off, I would’ve been out the tub just in time for player introductions.

Now my boss wants me to sort through this pile of shit tonight? It’s gonna take me at least an hour to make even an ounce of progress trying to unscramble these makeshift ass policy reports. Truth be told, he’s only doing this cause he thought his underdog ass team was gonna come through and make their way to the finals. Well jokes on him cause the Celtics haven’t been relevant since Rondo was on that bitch. I mean he’s a cool boss when he’s ready, but I need to square up with him at least once outside of work hours. Nothing too hectic, just long enough to let out some frustrations.

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Tonight's game starts at 7:00, meanwhile I just barely wrapped up everything for the Swiss fiscal accounts; my impatience growing as I eye the current time of 6:30. Vigorously rubbing my temples, I let out a sigh of annoyance as it dawns on me that I may very well spend the first half of the game in this office - all my weeks worth of preparation wasted.

Sending a quick text to my wife that I’ll be working overtime, I set up the game on my phone and give myself until the end of the first quarter before I call it a night; opting to stream it for some background noise.

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Halfway into the second quarter, I’m just shy three pages into the Cayman Island files, stopping every so often to watch Draymond run a foul. Honestly I couldn’t tell what’s going on with that paperwork, but I’ll be damned if I sit here and find out. The very least I can do is finish up these last two quarters in the comfort of my home. Boss said I had to make some headway not finish it, I thought to myself as I packed up to leave.

“Boy aint no fucking way,” I screamed to no one in particular, hands slamming against the steering wheel; those orange striped cones tall and unwavering as they barricade the street, mocking me.

Ten minutes into my drive home and my usual route, of all times, is blocked off. Now I gotta take the residential area which is chocked full of stop signs and speed limit ass followers. The third quarter is just beginning and the fleeting thought crosses my mind about finishing the game at the nearest bar; dismissing the idea soon after, my heart intent on salvaging whatever is left of this night.

“Agghhhh”

Five minutes away from my house, the sportscaster announces the end of the third quarter with the Warriors at 88 and The Cavaliers at 73. They cut for a short commercial break and I floor it the rest of the way home, fingernails digging painfully into my palms.

Bursting through the front door, I fling my jacket on the back of the couch. My tie follows shortly after, softly slithering onto the floor. Feet noisily slipping out of each shoe, it’s become a messy clothing trail left behind; a chaotic version of footprints left in the sand, and although my steps can be retraced, it’s far from picturesque.

Mancave be damned I think, making a beeline for the front room which to my surprise is already playing tonight’s game. I plop into the seats, confusion etching onto my features as I get the strangest case of deja vu.

“I swear I’ve seen this before,” I whisper.

Sitting up further, ass dangling off the edge of the seat, this game is starting to look a little more familiar than I’d like. And it isn’t until I peep the infamous two player scuffle that I realise it's an old game, head hanging in irritation as I pinch the bridge of my nose to calm my nerves.

A quiet, but unmistakable giggle sounds from behind me and I turn around to eye none other than the culprit herself, bursting into hysterics like shit is funny.

I go and make my way to the basement to try the game down there, but I just about tore that place up looking for the remote. Stomping up the stairs, I try our bedroom as a last resort to see the actual game playing; only it's muted. Eyeing the remote, relief washes over me and I quickly snatch it off the dresser trying to press the buttons as I aim it at the tv every which way, to no avail.

Muffled laughter in the background has me turning over the remote to see that the batteries are missing. Tongue poking against my cheek, I try to weigh my options of giving into her shenanigans or just watching the game on my phone like I did earlier tonight; not that I think she’ll let me.

We’re currently in the fourth quarter with 10 minutes left on the clock and everyone still has all their timeouts so I can realistically catch another 25 minutes of game time. Again, I doubt I'll get a chance to watch any of that, at home that is.

And I peep exactly what’s happening too, she ain't slick. Knowing how important this game is, she chooses to pull these childish ass stunts to get a rise outta me cause apparently I get “erotically aggressive” when I’m frustrated, or in this case, competitive.

Albeit, I think it’s mostly stemming from boredom. Something about taking matters into her own hands cause she's been feeling overlooked lately. But I’ve promised her more quality time between us as soon as I wrapped up the Swiss fiscal accounts. That project has taken more time away from us than I’d like, but it was crucial that I made the deadline. Shit, the bonus coming my way has already been spent if I’m being honest. I even made plans to take a few days off from work in preparation for a surprise getaway to show her how sorry I really am. Then she goes and pulls this fuckery. This right here is why she can’t have nice things.

“Y/N, please don’t do this, at least not tonight,” I warned.

Stepping into the room, batteries in hand, she twirls them through her fingers taunting me with each swipe, pondering exactly what I’d do for the batteries in question.

“Imma count to 3.”

“ONE!” she so boldly started for me.

Head cocked to the side, I have to forcibly tuck my lips between my teeth to hide the impressed grin that threatens to show. Meanwhile her eyes are narrowed into slits just daring me to make the first move; and I’ll be damned if I don't.

“Three,” I barked.

Stalking towards her, I scoop Y/N up and over my shoulder to which she purposely tosses the batteries throughout the room. I land a handful of smacks to her ass, clenched fists beating on my back in return. Slamming her onto the bed, I crawl between those pretty, brown thighs and wrap my hand around her neck.

“You wanted my attention so badly mamas, now show me why you should keep it.”

A dry, gagging sounds from the back of her throat, but I don’t have time for nonsense tonight. Releasing her neck I send a quick love tap to Y/N’s cheek, instructing her to tell me what’s next.

Pushing me to the side, Y/N quickly switches positions as she straddles me, grinding her clothed pussy into my dick while she catches her breath.

Swallowing a groan, I send a sharp smack to her thighs and demanded a speed up in pace, lowkey hoping to have a quickie so I can get back to the game.

Scrambling, she reaches for her shirt and throws it over her head, my favorite laced bra flying not too far behind. My dick twitches as the sight before me, pathetically rubbing against the friction of my pants while she plays with her nipples until they harden underneath the touch. Moans tumble from those luscious lips as she begins to circle her hips over mine once more, rubbing her core deliberately into the growing tent of my pants.

Raising up ever so slightly, Y/N’s underwear follows suit and she so boldly crawls over to my face, easing on down until her lower lips align with mine. Hands cradled around her plump ass cheeks, I pulled her closer and got to work, munching on the pussy like it was my last meal.

Tongue swirling through her slippery folds, I slide it further toward the glistening center, flattening it as I apply some much needed pressure. Hips thrashing away, I clamp down on her thighs until she has nowhere to run, intent on letting her feel every ridge of my tongue as it slithers toward the throbbing of her hooded clit.

We build a nice rhythm, the buckling of her hips a clear indication. Head thrown back, her hand tightly grips the headboard as the other sinks into my hair, roughly pulling on my coils while she whimpers into the quiet night. Body quivering above mine, I begin sucking on her clit without relent and it doesn’t take long until Y/N stiffens, a mouth full of her sweet essence the end result of a wave well rode.

Shallow panting turns into quiet breathing and usually after an orgasm, she tends to doze off, but I'll be damned if she gets a good night's rest after tonight's mischief. Shuffling on the bed, my clothes land next to hers in the corner of the room, my dick now at full attention.

Sliding my hands up to her waist, I hurl her onto the mattress below. Back to the sheets and legs spread eagle, I instruct her to finish what she started. Deciding to crawl on top of me, I stopped her mid-climb emphasizing, “aht aht aht, turn around and give me sumn good to watch.”

Tongue seductively gliding over her bottom lip, Y/N sends a knowing smirk my way as she readies herself to ride me reverse cowgirl. Hands wrapped around my dick, she gives it a few strokes, pussy teasingly hovering over where I need it most. A thunderous smack to her thighs gets the message going, her shrill shrieking turning me on a little more than I expected. Hips finally lowering onto my shaft, I let out a breathy moan, fingers sinking into her soft skin, all but ready to slam her all the way down.

“Mhnmmm, stop playing and put that pussy on this dick mamas,” I groaned. “C’mon and soak it real good for me.”

Knees connected to the sheets, one hand cradles my thigh for support while the other guides just the tip along her sopping lips. Now moist with her slick, Y/N raises up entirely and continues to jerk me, head diving down south to swallow my nuts whole.

“Aghhh shit, where the fuck you learn th-”

Pressure on my sac and hands swiftly stroking my length has me turning pussy real quick, encouraging her to keep going, my earlier outburst quickly forgotten. It may not be the sensation I was going for, but it for damn feels good as hell. Fingers digging into her flesh, they envelop those thick thighs, opting instead to knead them soothingly, sensually - her warm skin almost as sizzling as my desire, our low grunts bouncing against the still walls.

“You missed me real bad huh? Show me just how much.”

Tongue sliding against my balls, I feel every ridged texture coupled with the strokes she refuses to slow down on, it makes for a mind blowing sensation. Eyes rolling back, I almost miss the way her pussy slowly drips on my belly.

Removing my hand, I slide a thumb inside, sending slow, languid thrusts. After a few minutes, I inch my thumb closer to her clit, rubbing that mother fucker in steady motions of figure eights. Mouth hung open and hand movements sluggish, we stayed like that for a moment; slowly milking each other to the brink of pleasure.

Releasing my member Y/N sits up, my thumb falling to my side. Hands now resting on my thighs as she makes eye contact over her shoulder while slowly sliding down my shaft.

“This feel good baby?” she faux’s innocence. This woman is gonna be the end of me.

“Mhmm, squeeze me how you know I like it.”

That kegal shit she does makes my eyes cross over. The way her warm walls hug my dick in all its spongy goodness, mhnnmm fuck I could stay like this forever.

Grabbing a handful of each ass cheek, I help guide her on a rhythm that makes us both feel good, one where she actually makes use of her ankles instead of scooting on my dick like she’s trying to push in a chair. It's a position where I know she won't last long but also one where she experiences the best orgasms. Apparently from this position my dick rubs along her clit in all the right places and I ain’t mad at a two for one special.

Sitting forward, weight pressed on her forearms, Y/N garners better control and starts to bounce on me in earnest.

“Unhh, just like that keep going,” I grunt.

“Tell me you love me,” she screams.

“I love you.”

Raising my hips to meet hers, I grab a hold of her waist and drive into that pussy full force, the headboard viciously knocking into the wall behind us.

“Say it again Luke!”

“I love you,” I croak.

“Tell me what you want baby,” she coos.

Coming up off her forearms, Y/N slowly sits up and gets into a squatting position, hands nestled on her kneecaps as she readies herself to drain me dry.

Intensely rocking her hips, the steady sound of skin slapping against skin fades into the background as my heartbeat loudly pounds in my ears, toes tightly curled while my hips continue to meet hers thrust for thrust.

“mamas *thrust* I’m so *thrust* sorry,” I growl.

“Aghhh say it again.”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” is the tantrum that spills from my lips, shouting as I hit my peak. Fingers damn near embedded into her skin while I empty my load inside her fertile walls.

Y/N comes shortly after, her juices splashing around us. Falling on top of me, her back to my chest, I wrap my arms around her as we lay there in our post orgasmic bliss, heavy breathing coming to a slow stop.

“Mamas, I am so sorry that you’ve felt the need to resort to this as a result of my neglect,” I apologized.

“Luke, I just wanted you present is all, I feel like we were starting to drift and I got scared.”

“No, no, no if ONLY you knew what I had in store for you; but I’ll do my best to at least check in when work seems never ending,” I assured her.

Holding up her pinky, I lock mine with hers to which we share a kiss to our thumbs and then to each other. Promising a better act of communication between us, I wrap her in my arms and assault her face with slobbery kisses, encouraging her to never pull this shit again and to get a full night's rest as she’ll need her energy for the morning.

The game is still playing mute in the background and from what I can see they just wrapped up, GSW blowing a perfectly good 15 point lead.

“Well I’ll be damned. Damon really did win the bet, and double at that.”

A vibration from my phone has me already knowing who’s on the other line but I don’t have time for that man’s antics tonight. I can wait a few more hours before I have to sit up and listen to non stop gloating.

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Code Blue Ch. 27- Brother

Summary: Luke and Lee reconnect. Josie is floored. A secret starts to unravel. Lee and Jo share pizza and a talk. A lot comes to light, but not everything. Luke and Orlando have a conversation that doesn't end well. Jo and Lee head to the farm. Orlando plots. Luke makes a move.

*Warnings* language, angst, drug references, molestation references

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Luke,

Salem, Massachusetts

February 28, 2023

"Holy hell! Luke??" Lee exhilarated as they shared the typical manly back patting hug.

"The one and only! Long time no see my brother from another mother." Luke replied, leaving you reeling at the fact that not only was he a spitting image of Orlando with his dark hair and similar eyes, but he shared the same British accent and smile.

Their embrace ended and Luke did a double take at you as you stood their with your mouth open, gawking at him.

"And who may I ask is this delightful creature?" he asked with an intense smile as he approached you.

Lee chuckled. "Isn't she? This is my beautiful and captivating girlfriend, Josie March. Jo, this is Luke, Orlando's brother."

"Ahhh, Lee, you're killing me here. It is of the greatest pleasure to meet you Josie."

"Likewise." you smiled and shook his extended hand. "Umm I...I didn't know he had another brother?"

"Well, it's understandable that I wasn't mentioned. I haven't been around much and I am sure Lando is a bit pissed off at me for that. Mum was able to reach me and told me what happened, so I had to come and see my little brother, then go find Ethan and kick his ass. How's Lando doing?"

"As well as can be expected. His surgery went well and he is resting. Your Mom was here earlier and...he became upset and had to be sedated, so now he's sleeping like a baby." Lee explained. "Hey umm, I don't know if you know, but...Orlando told me that...your dad is in town, that Ethan brought him here."

"What???" you harshly interrupted, as you had no idea, plus you knew about what his dad had done to him.

"Sorry Jo. I wasn't trying to keep that from you. I really just forgot while we were talking."

Lee looked upon you oddly in response to your reaction, for he didn't know Orlando had told you about his father or what he had done to him. Orlando had asked you not to say anything, so out of respect for him, you didn't, even though he told you Lee knew what happened. Of course, Lee never told you because it wasn't his secret to tell and you understood that. Orlando had only asked for your silence because he and Lee were at odds then and he didn't want to cause issues for you and him over confiding such a deep and dark secret to you. You now felt it was probably alright to tell him you knew because well, you pretty much had to now anyways since it was all coming out into the open as secrets always do.

"No, it's ok Lee. I know we were wrapped up in other things. We can...talk more later on this?"

Your gaze at Lee told him that you knew. "Uh, yeah sure Jo."

He was hurt. You heard it in his tone and saw it in his eyes.

"No man, I didn't know. Ethan and I are going to go round when I find him. He's crossed one too many lines and this...this I cannot even fathom right now."

"Yeah Tracy showed Luke's photo to the nurses and told them he is not permitted to see Orlando, so they are aware that he may try to visit him. Ethan too." Lee explained to Luke.

"Wait...Tracy? Luke? I...assume that is his...your Mom and Dad?" you asked in confusion, in which the Luke in front of you validated your question.

"Yes. Theresa is our mom, but she goes by Tracy and then there's our dad...Luke senior. Knowing what I know about him, I really want to change my name."

Luke's grimace confirmed that he despised his father as much as Orlando did.

"No man, you can't change your name. Then we wouldn't be Luke, Lee and Lando." Lee chuckled to try and distract Luke's humiliation. "And besides, you're nothing like him."

"Your words are too kind old friend. When or if this all blows over, we'll all have to hang out like we used to long ago. I miss those days. Happier times. The REAL three musketeers. Your beauty here can come too."

You felt yourself blush a little. Luke certainly was a lot like Orlando and nothing like Ethan or Sam. It seemed to you they must have inherited the asshole thing from the dad.

"Yeah man, we'll have to do that. Hey, Jo and I were just heading out for pizza. You wanna join since Lando's asleep?"

"Yeah I heard that when I walked up. I would, but I think I'll stay with him now that I know dad's around. Hey man...I'm so sorry about your dad...I would have came to the funeral but I wouldn't have made it in time. I should have at least called you. I honestly have no excuse for that. Just kind of wrapped up in my own shit. I'm truly sorry Lee."

"Hey, no worries. I completely get the part of dealing with a lot of shit and you lose sight of other things in life. Apology not needed but accepted. You're here now, that's what counts. How long are you going to be in town?"

"At this point, it's indefinite, but I feel it will still be awhile with all that's going on. Orlando needs me and I have a lot of time to make up for. And now mum is here. Not sure for how long but I know she's been sick lately. No clue what's going on with her. So, for now, I'm at the Salem Inn...but I think I will stay with Lando...if he lets me that is."

"He'll let you. I'm sure of it. Well, hit me up soon then. Hopefully you'll still be here for my birthday next month. Party at the farm? If I still have it that is."

"What does that mean, if you still have it? What's going on bro?"

"One word. Gordon. I'll explain all that some other time."

"I can only imagine what that little fucker has done now. I can kick his ass too if you want?" Luke laughed.

"Nah...leave him for me." Lee chuckled. "I'll deal with my brother and you deal with yours. Of course, if I see Ethan though, I may deal with him myself."

"Deal. Talk soon. Nice to meet you Josie March. Glad to see Lee so happy with you. You both make a striking pair."

"Thank you. It was really nice to meet you too Luke. Tell Orlando I was here and I'll come see him later either here, or when he's released. He don't have a phone. Ethan destroyed it."

"Will do...and I'll make sure he gets a new phone. Hey, and thanks for what you did for my brother. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't saved him. You got one brave lady there Lee. Landy's lucky to have you both."

"That she sure is. See ya later man."

As you and Lee headed to the parking lot, he finally brought it up.

"So, I take it you know what happened to Orlando involving his dad." he asked, but more in the form of a statement rather than a question.

"Lee...I..do. I'm sorry, he swore me to secrecy. You guys were fighting and.."

"No, baby. It's alright. I'm not upset. I know why he didn't want you to tell me. He knew I would catch on to his feelings for you considering he would never just tell anyone about that."

"You...seem upset though?"

"Well, I am...not at you. Just the situation. I mean, my best friend is in love with my girlfriend."

"Lee...even if that were true....I love you. Not him. I mean, as a friend, I love him just as I do Britt, Amy or Dave but..."

Your words were halted by Lee gently yanking you against him with his hands folded behind your back and his cobalt eyes peering down at you as he grinned.

"Stop explaining."

His soft hands then slid up your waist and came to a rest upon your cheeks as he brought his lips down to yours. The kiss was delicate and brief, but enough to take your breath away and make you weak in the knees as you stood on your tippy toes to reach him even as he leaned down.

"Mmmm." Lee moaned as he then kissed the tip of your nose. "Come on. Let's go eat. You pick the place. I'll follow you anywhere woman."

Lee parked behind your silver 87 Monte Carlo SS in his pale green 75 Dodge Dart Swinger at a favorite pizza place of yours and he quickly rushed up to your door to open it for you.

You just swooned over the fact that you were blessed with such a gentleman. He was the whole package and much more. The king in a fairytale that you had always dreamed of...and it scared the hell out of you. Things like that were always too good to be true. At least that's what you had always believed after your past relationships. You couldn't help but wait for the bomb to drop just as it always had.

You chose a high rise table to move to so Lee would be more comfortable after he damn near got stuck in a booth due to his size, then you both ordered ice waters with lemon and the mutual favorite large pepperoni and mushroom pizza that seemed like a lifetime you both had waited for to finally share. He then went on to tell you his horror stories of being so tall which had you rolling in laughter.

"No, seriously Jo, I can't make this shit up. Like, you think I would have learned after repeated incidents of getting my head whacked in the ceiling fan in the farm's basement. Especially when one time, the blade broke clean off. I don't know which was worse, that, or my mom's wrath of whacking me in the head. I always knew I was in for it when she shouted my full name. "Lee Grinner Pace!! That is the second fan you've destroyed. How hard is it to duck!! I swear, after all the blows to your noggin, you would think you'd learn!" And then I'd be like this total smart ass kid and say "Well why do we need a fan in the basement?? I can't stand up in the damn thing as it is!", which is where said head whack by mom came in."

"So, let me guess. I bet there is no ceiling fan down there now." you giggled.

"Nope!!" he chortled. "I've actually done a lot of remodeling on the place with it being so old. It was built in like 1812 or something. You know, I have never taken a girl there. Never wanted to until you. Never even took Liz. My parents didn't like her anyways which I'm sure you now know why. God, they would have loved you though."

Lee's face became doleful as he sipped his water. Everything was still so fresh for him with his dad's passing and he was trying so hard for you to be strong with all that was happening.

"I'm sure I would have loved them too. I mean, look what they gave me." you sweetly said and laid your hand upon his.

He smiled and brought his hand up to your cheek, gently sliding your hair behind your ear. "I'm forever grateful for you, standing by me through all my bullshit when you should have ran as far away as you could....but god I'm so glad you didn't. And I hope you won't now."

His blue eyes held woe in them and you could feel it....and you were pretty sure it involved Ethan.

"Lee, why would I leave? I have never been so happy. You...said you wanted to talk to me, so talk to me, please baby. What is wrong?"

He sighed in hesitation, for he didn't want to ruin the good time the two of you were having, but he knew he needed to come clean, at least with some things. It wasn't that he didn't trust you, it was that he was scared to death he would lose you, so he did his best to delay the inevitable by changing the subject.

"What is up with Gerry anyways? Making house calls, for the second time now."

You heard it, the jealousy in his tone, but you understood it. You felt that way about Ethan, more so than you wanted to admit.

"Ummm, just Gerry using his authority to get close to me."

"Lee, there's nothing to worry about with him. I shut him down just as I always do whenever I have to deal with his groveling. I love you and I made that quite known to him. I see no one but you. Please tell me you believe that? I've given all of me to you. You're my entire world Lee."

"And you're mine Jo March..of course I believe you. Come here baby."

Lee stood up and pulled you close, then bent down and placed a simple soft long kiss on your lips, making you tingle all over. You knew what he was doing though. Deflecting from the real issue at hand. As much as you wanted to stay in that lip lock, you wanted to know what was going on with him more. You stroked his cheek and smiled, then went right back to your question.

"Lee...please. Tell me what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours. You're obviously struggling over something you want to tell me. Just tell me. Get it off your chest so we can work through it together."

His eyes lowered in disappointment and then he sat back down.

"Alright then...the morning after the funeral, when I went downstairs to make us breakfast...there were...messages on the machine. They were from Ethan..."

Lee paused and rubbed his hand over his face as he sat back with a hard sigh through his nose.

"There were at least a dozen, one right after the other. My phone had many texts as well. They were a mix of angry ones, desperate and pleading ones, jealous ones...you name it. I had deleted some and then I just unplugged the machine and threw it in the drawer out of frustration. I...I didn't want you to hear them and become upset and ruin our first morning together."

"Yeah...I...I had seen you looking at your phone before we went outside and you didn't look happy, but...I didn't think I should say anything. God, no wonder you had that panic attack Lee, and the way you were chopping that wood. I knew something was wrong. Baby, why didn't you just tell me? I mean, why would I get upset? It wasn't your fault that Ethan is unstable. Unless...did he threaten you? or...me? Is that it?"

"No, he didn't. Just, you know, after all that he had done, I just wanted to ignore him and forget about it. I know now that it was the wrong thing to do...I mean, it's my fault for what he did to Orlando that night. He took his anger over me out on him."

"Oh god no Lee, that is not your fault! That is Ethan's fault and no one else's. But Lee, if he would do that to his own brother and what he did to us in the car, then I should have been told about the messages. He's a threat Lee and now he walks around free to hurt someone again and I'm worried that may be you."

"I can handle Ethan. It's you I'm worried about. Orlando wouldn't admit it, but...I think Ethan threatened you and that's why Orlando backed off of him. I think he coerced him into lying by using you against him. Just another reason I feel Orlando loves you. I called him out on that too, but he wouldn't talk."

"Alright, then I will get the truth out of him myself on why he really did it when I go see him again....Lee...Britt...she told me something at the hospital. Something she remembered after seeing Ethan at the funeral reception and hearing us talking about him at the hospital. She swears she saw Ethan years ago on the Haunted Star, my family's boat...and Jason was there with him....and so were you. They were gambling with a well known mob family. Is...that true? Did...Ethan know my brother? Did...you?"

"Not all of it. I swear Jo. I never knew Jason or even spoke to him...but...yes, I...I do remember seeing him there talking with Ethan...Jo I'm so..."

"And you didn't think I needed to know that??? Lee...for fucks sake...is Ethan involved in the mob too?? Is that what you're keeping from me??"

"I don't know if he knew your brother, I swear it Jo. If he did, he never mentioned him to me and I swear I did not know who Jason was then."

"You do an awful lot of swearing Lee, then things just pop up like this. Ok, I believe you that you did not know my brother, but you knew now who he was and that you had seen him with Ethan before. My brother, he didn't just have regular friends and hang out like us having pizza!" you sarcastically explained with a laugh.

"And you were there with Ethan. Is this what Ethan meant when he told me you weren't telling me everything? What the hell am I missing here Lee???"

Lee sat quietly with his head hung low as he fidgeted with his glass, and of course, you instantly felt bad for jumping on him like that when he was most likely trying to protect you from being hurt over Jason's dealings.

"Jo...." he said with an aggravated sigh. "I...I don't remember a whole lot from that night, after...we left the boat. Ethan and I met up at Gordon's for a party. The same party that we all got high out of our minds on and I...well, you know...with Ethan...I...I'm sorry I did not tell you about seeing Jason in my past...I felt it would just leave you with more questions that I did not have the answers to. I don't know the nature of Ethan's relations with Jason. He didn't speak of it to me. Beings that I didn't know Jason at the time or what he was into, I had no reason to think anything of it. I went there solely to drink with Ethan and have a good time. I'm sorry Jo....I need to use the restroom."

Lee hastily pushed his chair out and walked off, leaving you on the verge of tears.

"Landy...wakey wakey little brother." Luke said as he saw Orlando was coming around from his sedation.

Orlando's vision was a bit out of focus as he opened his groggy eyes.

"L...Lukey?"

Luke smiled and winked at him. "Yep, it's me baby bro. How are you feeling?"

Orlando gasped and quickly sat up. "Where the hell have you been?? Do you know it's been almost a year since I've seen you?!"

"I know man. I'm sorry. I really am. Like you, my mind hasn't been right. I know it's no excuse but..."

"Damn right it's not! Even with all I deal with, I have been calling you all the time. So, now you wait till something like this happens to come around. Surprised you even found out since you just dropped off the face of the fucking earth."

"Mum called me. I knew she was coming so I thought I better get my ass here for damage control. I...I heard about...him...being here. You haven't seen him yet have you? Mum made sure to tell the nurses he wasn't allowed here. Ethan either."

"No...and I better not. I still have a good left hand."

"Yeah, speaking of that. What the fuck Landy. Why are you protecting Ethan???"

"I'm not protecting him! I'm....never mind. it doesn't matter."

"The hell it don't. I saw Lee and his girlfriend earlier and they told me all about what really happened, which I had already suspected."

"J..Josie...was..here??"

"Ummm, yes? and Lee I said too." Luke replied, immediately picking up on Orlando's quick inquiry to solely you. "You know, your best mate?"

"Yes Luke, I know. He was here all night. I just didn't know she came back. Her and Sam...well, that didn't go so well."

"Let me guess. Sammie is defending Ethan. Nothing new there."

"Yep...same old. You should have seen it." Orlando laughed. "Josie got sick of her mouth and tried to attack her. That girl is a firecracker. Always has my back, even when I didn't deserve it."

"Yeah..uh..well, that firecracker is Lee's girlfriend in case you have forgotten."

"Yeah Luke, I know! What's that got to do with anything?"

"Apparently a lot. I know you better than anyone....you...you got a thing for her, don't you?"

"What? Noooo? She's just a good friend...like Lee. I mean, look what she did for me."

"I call bullshit bro. Does Lee know? That you have the hots for his woman?"

"Ok just stop man. I'm just grateful to her, that's all."

"Gratitude. That's what you're calling it. Ok then.....bullshititude Lando."

"Enough man, about her!! She loves him. They always do. You know that."

"Alright...I'll drop it for now. Hey, I went and got you a phone after they left. She wants you to get a hold of her and that she would be back to see you at some point."

"Thought you were dropping it already??"

"I...am?? I was imply relaying a message. Wow man...you got it bad for this girl. Are you....in love with her????"

"What?? No, stop it. Bad enough I have to hear about it from Lee."

"Oh, so then he DOES know...and...holy shit, then it's true??"

"Jesus...so what if it is?? Yeah, I love her...big fucking deal. She'll never love me so...just...stop already!"

"Fine...I didn't come all the way here to talk about your love life, although it seems it's a big part of your troubles. So, what the hell happened with Ethan... and don't you fucking lie to me like you lied about him."

"Well if you already know the truth, then why ask me??"

"Because I wanna see you try and lie to me."

"Man, fuck you. What gives you the right to demand a damn thing from me after you just left me at their mercy!"

"Ok...I guess I deserve that...but man, I never would have left if I had known what I know now. You didn't even tell me about dad until last year, so how was I..."

"How were you to know?? Christ! Don't tell me you didn't know?? You knew how dad treated all of us, and how I got the shit end of it all and you DID know about how Ethan was! and you just fucking bailed and left mum to deal with it. No wonder she's sick all the time. I can barely handle it."

"You're right..." Luke replied as his eyes fell in shame. "I bailed. I failed you and mum. I was young and foolish and..."

"Selfish! That's what you were. You know, when you were there, he barely touched me...and when you left, it was a free for all! And then you just come strolling back in here with your lame ass apologies. Just get out!"

"No man, I'm not leaving! We're not done here. You're not going to blame me for what that piece of trash did. That's on him!"

"Yeah, and now he's here...somewhere! Yes, we ARE done here. Now get...the...fuck...out."

"You know what? Fine. I'll go...for now. I got a bone to pick with Ethan. I'll beat the truth out of him. One way or another, I will get it, even though I already know it."

"Whatever...GO!!" Orlando shouted and threw his water cup at him.

Luke reluctantly left in a fury and shortly after, Orlando ripped the IV out of his arm, got dressed, grabbed the phone and left too.

Lee came back to the table and sat down, keeping his eyes safe from yours, for he had shed a few tears as he had stared at himself in the bathroom mirror....but you noticed. You stood up and wrapped your arms around him, leaving him stunned for a moment, and then he slowly returned the embrace, squeezing you so tight.

"I am so sorry Lee." you whispered into his ear. "I should never have acted like that. I believe you. Can...you forgive me?"

Lee slid his face back against yours and let his eyes fall into yours, then he kissed you deeply as he held our face in his hands.

"My sweet girl, there is nothing to forgive." he assured you as he pressed his forehead to yours. "You had every right to be angry with me, for I should have told you what I knew. I...I'm just so terrified of losing you...and I know that makes me sound so insecure but..."

"No...it doesn't. It makes you sound like a man who loves a woman and how in the hell could I be angry about that??"

You smiled at him with such loving eyes and kissed his forehead.

"Come on. Let's go to your farm and forget the world, at least for a little while. Besides, I really want to see this basement. Bet I can stand up in the damn thing." you chuckled, making him chortle in return.

"Alright, my lady. Follow me."

You both got in your cars and off you went while in the meantime, Orlando was walking to his condo with very dark thoughts consuming his mind. This time, he was going to be prepared for his father...and Ethan too, for he had reached his breaking point.

Luke had his own plans as well. He broke into Ethan's apartment and waited for his amoral brother to return while he cooked himself a steak, medium rare.

The door soon opened and in walked an unsuspecting Ethan to find Luke sitting at his kitchen table, nonchalantly cutting his steak with a switch blade knife.

"Whoa, Lukey. Long time no see bro." Ethan raved with a smile.

Without even raising his eyes, Luke spoke as he chewed.

"Nice and bloody. Just the way I like it. You?"

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cry-ptidd · 3 months

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Hi!

I've been following your blog for a lil bit, and I was wondering, what was your inspiration for creating Laura?

Blessed be <3

Hi there!! Thanks for your support!! <3

As for Laura.... she's been through a few phases.

At first, she was actually supposed to be a vampire. Her name comes from the main character in Carmilla, Laura, the one that gets lesbianed by the vampire girl.

She was supposed to be a vampire maid that could phase through walls and become intangible. Physically she'd be rather skinny and pale with white hair, probably having albinism. She wasn't a fighter at all, she would've been more of a watcher/snitch that told Integra about anything unusual, kind of like Pip post-canon. She was quite weak physically and rather elegant/even slightly meek, but she had a tongue on her, and by that I mean she taunts and haunts her opponents while Alucard kills them because she didn't like to get her hands dirty. The scene that made me want to create her was the assault on the Hellsing manor, where she'd mock Luke or Jan about the other's fates once they got their asses beat or tell Integra what was going on and update her about it.

Then, I remembered that in canon werewolves were the ones that could become intangible (we never see any vampire other than Alucard do that, and he's cheated so he doesn't count), and I thought about it a bit more, and the character design for the Original Laura didn't really match what I'd imagine (my) werewolf oc to be like, so I changed her up. Her hair became brown and her discreet personality became more rough; that's also why Laura wasn't that strong at the beginning.

As for her name and identity, it's mostly because I love the story of the beast of Gévaudan (and had a hyperfixation on it when I was 13) and wanted to do something with that idea. When I did some more research I also remembered Jean Chastel, and thought it would be a very interesting idea to do something with that. Besides, "Laura Chastel" lowkey sounds cool.

So I mixed up the two and thus Current Laura was born, but she too went through a bit more changes even when I started posting her. Which is why her current personality is a bit different than the one from the very beginning. She is now way less respectful and impassive, also she was supposed to have an axe. Her very first design is still on my blog, the first thing I posted about her actually.

Her wolf form was also brown at the beginning, but now it's black. It's also bigger, although it was supposed to be quite huge from the beginning.

Maybe I should do something with that vampire maid prototype. It could be an interesting concept. Also, maybe I could explain the details of Laura's design.

Thank you for your ask! Blessed be! <3

#hellsing oc #my oc #laura chastel #ask response #my mind is a mess #there's so many ideas and so little time #would she have been a more interesting character if she wasn't as strong?#i like her feral nature but I don't wanna make her a Mary sue #as much as I despise that term and its usage #i try to make her nuanced and well-written is what I mean

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I really hope the Lucerys takes to the seas, becomes Lord of the Tides, kicking ass and taking names idea becomes an actual fic bc I need it in my life!

I've lowkey had it on the backburner in my brain all day, even when writing ruination 😂 my brain has been whirring non-stop

I was playing with the idea that Jace actually dies in this one, and that's what prompts Aegon to say enough was enough, because Jace was always his favourite and losing him is the wake-up call that this entire situation was completely fucked up (we're also ignoring Blood and Cheese because Lucerys didn't die so there's no 'a son for a son' mess right at the start, and possibly the outcome of Rook's Rest, so Jace would be the first major casualty of either side).

So, through those depressing series of events, Lucerys is named heir to the throne - which adds another spicy twist to his relationship with Aemond.

Lucerys actually argues against it since he doesn't want to, in a way, replace Jace - but he's eventually convinced by Rhaenyra and Daemon. They need to present a powerful front, and thanks to his efforts in the war, Lucerys has a very good reputation as a warrior and tactician, and his network of people that respect / fear him has grown significantly.

Joffrey is going to be injured / sick (maybe dead?) in some way that makes him not the best candidate to show their strength coming out of a civil war; but Lucerys stipulates that he'll only remain heir until Aegon III comes of age. That way the next king won't be a suspected bastard, and will be a full-bloodied Targaryen.

A.k.a. Luke just wants to be Lord of the Tides, not the bloody King thank you very much.

We'd get all the delicious envy from Aemond, because Lucerys gets to be Crown Prince, he gets the respect from the Lords for his naval feats, he's beautiful and charming and he's happily married with a child of his own on the way; while Aemond is just...the younger brother of a usurper. There's a lot of bitterness there.

But it's tied up in the knowledge that Lucerys very evidently doesn't want to be heir and that the only reason he is is because his older brother was killed in battle. Aemond understands this, but he's also filled with many conflicting emotions and it makes him say cruel things occasionally, or act deliberately ignorant to how much Lucerys is obviously still mourning Jace.

Basically there's just lots of messy emotions in this one, and lots of complicated relationships.

#anonymous #HOTD #the salt in our blood au #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucemond #im sorry jace-lovers #but i want angst #so i shall have it

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queen-scribbles · 2 years

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Wedge Antilles pleaaase!!! 👀💖

My favorite line Pfffft, just one ? From snarkmaster Wedge Antilles? I'll try nope can’t do it

“I’m Corellian, I have no use for odds.”

I’m going to have to have a talk with Luke and find out how he puts up with his 3PO unit- wait, that won’t work, I don’t have a sister here to foist the droid off on.

“It doesn’t matter if we were good or lucky out there today--and I’d rather the former than trust in the latter. What matters is we all survived, and that’s as close to a miracle as I ever expect to see in my lifetime.”

“If you continue to map the Unknown Regions, you’ll have to call them something else.”

[That faith(in the New Republic) will be tested] “Your face will be tested when I kick in your teeth.”

[Isard “I expected you to be taller.”] “I expected you to be dead.”

My favorite moment Him and all of Rogue Squadron quitting and telling Fey’lya to suck an egg over a morally wrong set of orders at the end of The Krytos Trap. OR in Spectre of the Past when the battle alarm sounds when he’s in the middle of eating dessert and he seriously considers just shoveling the last three bites in and running for his X-wing with a mouthful of cake KING

My favorite strength He's gonna do the right thing and doesn't give a fuck who he pisses off along the way, keeps his word, main focus is keeping his people alive.

My favorite weakness He has 0 care when to NOT mouth off and it’s beautiful. xD

My favorite personal headcanon Actually don’t really have any that I can think of, but I do love reading other people’s WAIT NO, not sure how much of a headcanon this is bc I”m pretty sure he does it at LEAST once in the books somewhere, but he’s one of those people that says “With due respect” when he means “Kiss my ass”

#wedge antilles #aaaannnnddddd now i wanna reread all my star wars books with him in them thanks angie xD #yes yes i DID go look at them for exact quotes #i have pages dog-eared and regret nothing

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backjustforberena · 1 year

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I was rewatching 1x08 and realised that during the Vaemond and Rhaenys exchange when she says "my cousin, the king" (my family and ally, Luke's grandfather) Vaemond responds with "it's not a king who sits the throne (dramatic pause) it's a queen". He could've gone with "it's a Hightower" which would drive the point he was trying to make (that the crown would take his side in the matter of the succession) or even "it's the queen", who is a Hightower and has personal history with Rhaenyra and Luke. Idk if I'm getting too hung up on semantics but it sounds like a dig at Rhaenys, like he saw the chance to insert that in the conversation and throw her off her game or something. It felt like the conversation suddenly shifted and wasn't about the greens being the ones in control and became about a queen being in power, which is weird cause the gender of the monarch doesn't really affect Luke's claim to Driftmark (the monarch being someone who doesn't want him to inherit does) so I can only assume he was trying to affect Rhaenys with his words. What do you think?

One of the things that struck me is the soft power that both Vaemond and Rhaenys use when it comes to familial names. The way they interchange from first names, to relationship, to using pure rank. It’s clear from the offing that this conversation is tense. In the most basic of ways, Vaemond is challenging the established way forward - aka Rhaenys has decreed they believe that Corlys will return, alive, until proven otherwise. He comes out of his shadowy little corner and contradicts Rhaenys’s plan of action. Sure, it’s a private affair, the Maester has gone, there’s only family there, but she’s still on the Driftwood Throne and he’s not giving that the respect it deserves and also he went against Baela saying Corlys was strong. So, Rhaenys comes out swinging: “I will not suffer the talk of crows in my house, Vaemond.”

Talk about strong openers: it’s HER house. It has been for six years, since Corlys left, and yet her authority is questioned still at least in this matter. At least, by Vaemond. She won’t have it. And Vaemond, within the sphere of ruling Driftmark and running House Velaryon, is nothing. No knighthood, no pleasantries, no familial bond or notion of friendship. Just his name and his otherness. It’s a little like later on in the episode, where Viserys uses his first name. It’s a reduction, in context. Rhaenys has more power. And fair enough, Vaemond sticks to his guns, doubles-down on the reality that Corlys might be dead. Though whether that’s his realism and pragmatism over his succession-radar dinging to high heaven, who can say...

Familiar ties are introduced then: Vaemond calls Corlys his brother (none of them ever call him by his first name, which is intriguing to me for some inexplicable reason), Baela calls Rhaenys her grandmother. THEN we get to the battle of “husband”. Vaemond says that Rhaenys in charge due to the “absence of her husband.” - it’s fine. It’s true. It’s enough. It’s a little sexist lesson directed at Baela about the way things are mean to go. He continues, to Baela, that the seat passes on Corlys’s death and THEN Rhaenys interupts him. It’s not his job to teach Baela or his place to patronise her. And whatever way he’s going, he’s wrong. As she expresses by saying the seat passes to Luce: “as is my lord husband’s desire.” - not just husband, as Corlys’s most recent moniker was. It’s hiding behind the officiousness, the formality, the power she has on that Throne. It’s detatched, and it’s detached for a reason. The focus isn’t on “husband” and therefore wife/woman, but on “lord” as in lady, as in nobility, as in in charge, ffs Vaemond, sit your ass down.

And then Vaemond pushes it, and Rhaenys gets angry. But it’s more than that, because she also speaks the kindest she has ever spoken to Vaemond, as much as she still remains detached. Vaemond makes his allusions to Luce’s true heritage and Rhaenys says: “Be careful, good-brother.” As much as he’s a git, she does care. She is warning him, as plainly as she can, and she can’t do it plainly because to discuss it is treason or approaching it, and there is, again a wonder on Baela’s perception of all of this, but anyway - she calls him good-brother. It’s emotive. And in turn, he calls her by her first name. He calls her: “Rhaenys”. In that moment, they’re being as candid as they can. He’s not talking to her in the role she inhabits, sat on that throne, but as a woman, as a human being with an opinion which he is certain of. He walks forwards before he says it, he crowds into her space as much as he can from their positions and it’s imploring. The subtext is there: be honest, stand with me, work with me. She can’t give him that. All she can give him is warnings and the loyalty she feels for him as much as she does for her Targaryen roots. She’s stuck between two positions. Two heads. Two hearts.

And she chooses her path. She reminds him that she cannot be apolitical in this, or unfeeling, or totally Velaryon. And she shows that as well as also showing, again, the power she has with her family ties: “My cousin, the King,” - Rhaenys could have just said “The King”, but she chooses to say what he is to her, and demonstrate that bond. Whether that’s apologetic because she can’t back Vaemond, or whether its a threat of potential favours she could call in if he pursues this... again, it’s unclear. It could be both, at the same time. Either way, it’s a power move. It’s something to straighten her spine and tell Vaemond.

But this time it’s Vaemond that does sort of win. And he reduces her back to a woman rather than ruler by ending it and calling her: “good-sister.” - it’s saying that the Targaryen family she has cannot help her, if she puts her faith in them. But she has her Velaryon roots and she can still choose to stand by him as well and back his claim. It’s demonstrating the conflict of loyalties and the choice that she has to wrestle with throughout that episode. You see it when we stick with her on that final parting shot, as she just breathes out and breaks eye contact with Vaemond.

BUT I realise that’s not at all what you asked, so excuse me for my little ramble, I just like words a lot and so I get excited when I have the opportunity to gab about them. You wanted to know whether his use of “a Queen” was a dig at Rhaenys - I’m not entirely sure I agree. I can see why you read that and the argument you make has definite merit. But I believe it is just about telling us about Alicent’s power in a dramatic fashion, rather than about gender. Alicent isn’t portrayed as a ruling Queen - in the scene where the ‘trial’ begins, it’s Otto sitting on the Throne.

I think the power of those words come from it being Alicent. One thought that struck me whilst writing this is Eve giving an interview about Episode 09 and the scene she has with Alicent, about how Rhaenys hadn’t really given her much thought prior to that, and doesn’t really know her mettle. So when Vaemond says that, he’s introducing an element of risk and kind of saying that Alicent is a bit of a wildcard because Rhaenys doesn’t have enough information to factor her in or know what her ultimate aim is. And I also think that “a Queen” is a little bit synonymous at this point with a larger collective of power, with the Small Council running things. The Queen running things is almost like a smokescreen and what Vaemond is alluding to is this sense of conspiracy. AND the fact that he knows all of this, despite them being in High Tide, speaks to his confidence and betrays his communication with the Small Council and Alicent. Plus, from a writer’s perspective, it’s a great flipping line to end on.

In that moment, Rhaenys is on the backfoot, and he knows something she doesn’t. Or, at least, he knows more than she does on a subject. That’s my two cents on it. But the whole scene is a wonderful battle of wills, opinions and subtext. It’s a conversation close to ignition.

#rhaenys targaryen

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ruksahiroku · 1 year

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A little about Ruksa, my OC for Obey Me!

I was looking for good charts to use for my Obey Me! MC Ruksa, in case anyone wanted to know about my MC. I found one during unrelated browsing on @lorkai 's page, and then followed their link to @fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper 's page. They created this amazing template, so to them, thank you soooo much! (Sorry for tagging you without permission, I'll remove it if you prefer.)

And to you reading this, Thanks for taking an interest!

Personal - Basics

[Name] Ruksa Hiroku

[Race/Species]

Demon [] Angel [] Human [X] Other: []

[Age] 23

[Birthday] April 5

[Height] 68 inches / 5'8” /173cm

[Fingernail Polish Color(s)] None. VERY occasionally brown or grey.

[Hair color/description] Magenta hair, darker than Mephistopheles'. Waist length, usually in a high ponytail.

[Identifying Features] Scar that runs through the right eye. A small explosion caused shrapnel to fly everywhere, and a piece of the tank got embedded in my eye. I am 90% blind in that eye, but I heard people dig scars... (;

Personal - In-depth

[Gender | Pronoun(s)] Female, she/her

[Sexual/Romantic Orientation] Bisexual, leans toward straight.

[Occupation Before Devildom Life] Mechanic.

[Favorite Color(s)] Brown, Red, Grey, and Black

[Personality]

MBTI: ESTJ-A (Calm and collected instead of emotional responses.)

Zodiac: Aries

Personal - Other

[Likes] Cooking, Drinking, Hiking, Travel, fixing things, delicate work (think painting miniatures or making circuit boards).

[Dislikes] Her human family, Bland food, Hangovers, Children and Fighting.

[Positive Traits] Will help someone out if they need it, comforting friends/family, Taking the lead in groups.

[Negative Traits] Taking the lead in groups (you know some people hate it), Stubborn independence, Turning into a rage tornado when someone pisses her off or messes with her work (So mad Satan is Proud. Hence why shes hates fighting. Not because she dislikes Satan, just that she gets so angry).

Relationships

[With Demons]

Lucifer – Friends / Respects.

Mammon – Close Friends / Tolerates.(Sometimes he can be a bit much).

Leviathan – Friends / Tolerates.(just because I pass out on you doesn't mean you have to SCREAM about it. My ears, Levi.).

Satan – Close Friends.

Asmodeus – Dislikes / Tolerates.[Sometimes I want to punch his pretty-boy face].

Beelzebub – Close Friends / Respects He always gives honest feedback on my food. It's improved a lot since I first came to the Devildom, but he still eats too much...

Belphegor – Acquaintances / Suspicious. He DID try to kill me... He does feel bad... But I'm not ready to forgive him yet. I'm still bitter.

Diavolo – Acquaintances / Respects. I suppose I wouldn't mind becoming friends, but his immature plans are almost worse than the brothers'. He's the future king, and he's getting on the right path by tying to make peace with the realms, even if that meant disappearing suddenly.

Barbatos – Loves / Respects / Secret Observer. Yeah, I watch him in class. I still pay attention and get good grades, so I'm allowed to indulge. I wouldn't want to make his life and his work harder though, so I'll just watch.

[With Angels]

Simeon – Acquaintances / Suspicious. He's hiding something. He is probably the evil angel of the Celestial Realm, or something. He hides things and is cunning and suave. He's good, but I'll be there when he slips up.

Luke – Dislikes/ Tolerates. I don't like kids. I put up with him because he is an angel, and occasionally does profound things... I don't like children.

Michael – Unknown. He's a shiny voice I think I heard once..

[With Humans]

Solomon – Dislikes / Respects / Suspicious. He's powerful and stuff, sure, and can be fun to hang around with in small doses, but he's also shady and hides things. If I had one guess as to how he nearly died and became immortal, it was that a reaper took pity on his dumb ass for the “food” he “cooked”, but cursed him to only like the food that killed him. Eventually his brain cells rotted and he forgotit killed him...

Favorite Things About the Devildom

[Favorite Job(s)] Ristorante Six & The Royal Library

[Favorite Place(s) to Hang at] Mammon's Car – I barely have anywhere to even LOOK at cars, let alone touch them! Demon Lord's Castle – There are just so many rooms to explore, and I do love coming for tea..

[Favorite Food(s)] Lava Fruit pie, and Pasta with Shadow Hog meat.

[Favorite Class Subject(s)] Potions & Poisons (Learned a food poisoning antidote, it's a life-saver!!), Devildom Food & Drink, and Math.

[Favorite Devildom Version of Something from the Human World] The Devildom Symphony Orchestra, those Blue Crystal flowers (Forget what they're called, sure I have the demonet [internet?], but, I don't wanna look it up).

Least Favorite Things About the Devildom

[Least Favorite Job(s)] The Fall & Akuzon Delivery Center

[Least Favorite Places to Go] None that I can think of off the top of my head. Maybe that snowy mountain? Reminds me too much of home, I suppose..

[Least Favorite Foods] Solomon's cooking, but I think that's a given..? Any of the three Realm's instant noodles... Oh, and Bufo Egg Milk Tea. I know it's just bubble tea, but when they throw that it's a creature's eggs into the mix.. No.

[Disliked Class Subject(s)] Human History. It's just history of what demons did to influence our history... Devildom Law (Yawn), and Drama.

[Stuff that Can be Considered a Negative About the Devildom] They don't accept my driver's license here! I have to start from scratch, and it's a two year program! I'm furious! ...Ugh, I'll just work on engines to cool off..

Personality Chart

Thanks again! I'll be adding some art I made myself, as well as some Picrew avatars I liked.

This might be for a fic that is totally self-serving if I ever get around to posting it.

#obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me ocs #obey me mc #ruksa's creations

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earlgrey-teacups · 2 years

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(I fucked up the first time. Let's try this again.)

I honestly forgot about my ask button being called that... Thanks for reminding me.

(Under read more because I'll probably talk a lot.)

So for the first question, yeah she's basically a thought child between me and another person. So her being a perpetual collab is pretty apt.

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The second answer is definitely longer than the first. So, let's start with the basics. Gwendolyn's issues with Diavolo and Barbatos stem directly from the ✨~Incident~✨. In fact, all of her issues with Barbatos come from this.

Not kidding. She and Barbatos would actually have a decent relationship with each other, if like, Barb wasn't the Dia's butler. But sadly, that will never be... -----

...Anyway, let's talk about the Teapot Incident™.

When she came back to her own timeline, (in my canon she goes back when she's revived by Lilith, and the timelines merge in a way where the brothers think that Gwen dying is just a bad dream,) Barbatos was waiting for her with some tea. Barbados is... Nice enough. He basically just asks how it went, but Gwen isn't having any of it, so she snaps.

Of course Barba is confused. That's just not the reaction he expected. But Gwen continues to go off, talking about how she was cheated, how her death was orchestrated by Barbo's boss, stuff like that.

He just offers some tea and a chance to talk this out.

That just makes Gwen more upset, because she didn't feel any empathy/sympathy from Bar.

So, she goes over to the teapot, and while Barbatos thinks this is all going to be– and Gwen just destroyed his favorite teapot. Over his head. Which had hot-ass tea inside.

I think that Barblo has a high pain tolerance, but that was his favorite teapot.

That smashing of it was awful in his eyes. The two of them actually start arguing because of this, but it's short lived.

Why? Well, Gwen started to cry. So, now Barbatos has a crying woman in his room, and doesn't know how to respond.

Thankfully for the both of them, Gwendolyn decided to leave immediately so that she could find a quiet place to have a meltdown.

Of course, they have to see each other at RAD, but they're on the same wavelength. And that's: “I'll go this way, you'll go that way, please stay out of my path.”

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If I were to describe their relationship as simply as possible after the Teapot Incident™, I'd say that it's an odd form of respect (on Barbat's end at least) with like a secret hatred.

Like with the respect part of it, Gwen respects Barbster because she could never deal with Diavolo as diligently and with that amount of poise. Also because he's just respectable.

Barbond respects Gwen because he could never deal with the brothers like she does. Also because of the teapot thing weirdly enough. I mean, not many people would just hit him over the head with a teapot.

They still don't like each other though. Like, Barbad will invite her places, but that's just so that they can hate on each other without any of the people they care about seeing it.

Another way I like to describe them is: “A pair of divorced parents that only act like they're okay with the other's presence in front of their kid (the kid is Luke).”

*****

Diavolo time.

Gwen already didn't like Dia because something about him being overtly happy all the time rubbed her the wrong way.

But after the Incident™?

Gwen's in her Robespierre era. She's up at like 3 a.m. plotting Diavolololo's demise. Eventually though, she gets called in to a private meeting with him at his castle. She immediately thinks: “Ah shit. Barbatos snitched and I'm get kicked out of the program.”

So she gets there, goes to Diablo's personal office and they have a meeting about her time in the Devildom. It starts out fine for the most part, and when they talk about the Teapot Incident™, Gwen doesn't have to pack her bags.

Not yet anyway.

Then they start to talk about Lilith, and Diavolo says that Gwen has Lilith's magic embedded in her soul. She then asks if anyone in her family would be the same. Diavolo doesn't know, but says he'll look into it.

And you know how after the Incident™ Diavolo says something along the lines of: “They must have been wanting to do this with Lilith for years!” and he doesn't think what he just said was kinda wack?

(I mean no one does, but you get the point.)

Well, Di makes a comment along those lines about Gwen and her family. Something like: “That must be why the brothers like you so much! I wonder if they would your family all the same.”

(Not the best written line I've made an OM character say, but hey, what can you do?)

That line makes the dam bust open. She unmasks her scorn for him, accusing him of letting her die, being critical of him in general, y'know, the works. It starts a back-and-forth between in which Diavolo doesn't really deny any of the claims that Gwen makes, and Gwen get increasingly angry.

This all ends with Gwenie getting a knife (a pocket knife, not like a kitchen knife) from her hoodie pocket and threatening Diavolo with a slit throat if he ever contacts her family. Or friends for that matter.

Dia obviously complies with that and Gwen leaves, realizing if she stays any longer, she might act on her impulses.

But oh? What's this? Diavolo... Liked getting threatened with a pocket knife?!

(Okay, before you ask I have a reason for this. The reason is that... I think that it'd be funny. Yep, that's it. I was going to make up an actual reason, but this is definitely the main one.)

So now Diavo has an unrequited crush on Gwendolyn. Whoops.

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If I had to describe their relationship (other than “a potential hanahaki au”), it'd be something like: one party thinks that their story is enemies to lovers, and the other party tolerates them at best, and actively hates them at worst.

That's enough of Lordy McLordface, let's talk about Pridey McPrideface.

*****

So, let's start off with this tidbit about Gwen. Unless she has a reason to do what you say (you're her boss, you're paying her, you have dirt on her, etc), she's not going to listen to you.

So that already causes tension between the two.

She also just doesn't fuck with prideful people, so that's not helping anyone.

However, Gwen starts to play nice by the time she goes up to the attic. Because she needs his pact to free Belphegor (she also needs his pact for her own reason, I'll tell you if you want to know).

But, by the time the Grimore (not sure how to spell it lol) thing happens, she starts to antagonize Lucyfur because he tried to hurt a child and his younger brother. And their relationship sort of stays like this. They tolerate each other because they have to.

After the Incident™, Gwen avoids the brothers, especially the twins and Luc. The twins because they're a package deal, and Lu because he's Diavolo's secretary basically. And after the meeting with Diavolo, she really avoids him (and his brothers). Like, she develops a sixth sense for when he enters the same room as her just so she could leave the room faster.

They do eventually talk about Gwen's issues with him. And their relationship does become something better. Of course, Gwen still finds him pompous, and Lulu still thinks she shouldn't be so reckless, but they do ease into a friendship where they can show each other their true selves and feelings. It just takes a few years.

(Lucifer's section is shorter than I'd thought it'd be. Oh well. (Also, reading your question back, I don't think you asked about Lucifer, but you're getting this anyway. :))

*****

To answer your question about Gwen getting banished, she doesn't. That's probably obvious, but just wanted to clarify in case it wasn't.

*****

With Mephistopheles, Gwen probably is closer to him than she is with the brothers. To her, Mephs is a reliable place where she can rant about/escape the brothers.

Mainly because he's just easy for her to talk to. Like I said before, she made pacts with the brothers for her own gain, so she feels guilty when she talks to them. (If they didn't call her family that early on, she probably wouldn't feel this guilty.)

With Meph, there isn't any guilt, especially since them making a pact is basically like a reward to Gwen. So, no guilt. Fun.

They also coordinate when Gwen (or rather, whatever sorcerer Gwen can get her hands on) summons him. This is in small letters because Gwen feeling guilt for her actions seems more important.

*****

To respond to the next comment: anything Solmare does that I don't agree with, I ignore it as soon as I get the opportunity. So, I didn't realize this lol.

*****

If Dola and Gwen met, I think it would go over well. I doubt they'll be the best of friends, and honestly I'm not sure if they have much in common, but if you were to put them in an art museum, I'm sure they'd do fine together.

(This section would be longer, but Tumblr screwed me over the first time, so, I will put this idea in your capable hands.)

*****

If you have any questions, follow-up or otherwise, you can ask them. I also wouldn't mind hearing more about Dola, she seem pretty neat. :)

#rsmrymnt-tea #my obey me mc #asked then answered

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