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[anuxrose]

Hi. Uh. I reblog stuff

[anuxrose]

Hihihiii Ariaa ! ! Can I ask for cuddling hcs with Luka ? Thankss (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

"And if you know, you know.."

Hello anon! <3 I'd be honoured to fulfill your request!

Contents: Luka x reader (can be interpreted as fem or gender neutral) Headcannons, Luka cuddling hcs, Canon Alien stage Au, fluff, sfw, hugs, cuddles, Luka being absolutely in love with reader. Short fic. Enjoy<3

Cuddling Headcannons!!

Here we go..

Luka is actually the type to show his affection through physical touches, embraces, kisses, and the like! (Even though he didn't look like the type to do so, but the man was unpredictable)

He would always find himself in your arms after a long day filled with interviews, photoshoots, fan meets (with those gross slimy aliens ogling at him and asking weird questions yk how they are 😒)

How would it begin, you ask? Well,

You would hear tiny knocks at the door, and the minute you let him in, you would be tackled to the bed with a clingy blonde on top of you.

Forget about finishing up the lyrics and setting the tone. It wasn't important when he was craving for your very attention.

He would be the type to wrap his arms around your waist and gently stroke your sides, head either tucked underneath your chin with him nosing against your throat, or with his head resting on top of your chest, tucked in the warmth of your clothes and with your heartbeat under his ear.

"Missed you so much.. I saw you at every corner of the room you know..?"

"Luka.. How.."

"Hush, let me enjoy this."

But if you were in a bad mood, on the verge of a breakdown.. or just.. tired.. and done with life..

You would always find yourself in the warmth of his arms (Minus the cold fingers)

I feel like he would be the type to let you rest on his chest comfortably with your body fitted snugly between his legs!

He would gently guide your head to the planes of chest, allowing you to feel the firmness of his muscles and his faint heartbeat.

Once you're comfortable enough and properly settled between his legs, he would gently card his fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp gently while doing so.

Occasional feather light kisses included 😉.

The sound of his heartbeat often worried you, but he would try to comfort you by telling you he was used to it. There was nothing you could do after all.

He would definitely love spooning too! But if he was the little spoon? Oh boy, it was one of the best ways to make him feel loved and cared for!

If it was one of those bad days for you, and you felt extra emotional than usual, he'd be the type to gently tuck your head under his chin and sing or hum gentle lullabies while stroking your back to soothe you of any pain, lulling you to sleep in his arms.

(He would also use that as an opportunity to show off his gorgeous voice cuz he's a jerk :/) /j

Would also be mindful not to directly touch your skin because he was well aware of how cold his fingers were, and he didn't want to startle you or cause discomfort due to the chill

Would definitely wrap you up in warm blankets :3

When you asked him if you could warm up his fingers? At first, he would refuse a little because it was your moment and he wanted to prioritise you first.

But if you insisted? Who was he to say no?

And then you would busy yourself by gently blowing warm puffs of air on his fingers, rubbing them constantly to try to get them a little warm. It didn't work completely, but it did bring him comfort, and that was all you wanted.

The comfort of being in his arms was usually short, but to you? It felt longer. And you wanted to savour every moment of this tranquil intimacy every chance you got.

A/N: Finally completed SOMETHING without exploding:3 Apologies if it's too short!

[anuxrose]

haaay ! very shy but can u do luka x reader. like theyre already probably a couple, but it's just a daily life of them (and prolly what its like for them both in the alien stage.) thank uuu,, (I love my men blonde, manipulative, and cunty hell yeah I love Luka)

"My world would have collapsed, had it not been you."

Hello anon! No need to be shy <3 I'd be honoured to fulfill your request! (Also Real I love Luka too if you haven't figured it out yet :3)

Contents: Luka x reader (interpret as gn or fem), Canon Alien stage Au, cuddling(?), Mentions of death, Fluff, comfort, sfw, short ass fic Enjoy<3

—"Hey gorgeous.. I see you've forgotten to lock the door, hm?.."

His tired voice sounded in your ears, breaking the silence that had settled in, much to your surprise.

You quickly turned around from your spot on the mattress just to look at his frail figure leaning against the doorway, eyes closed.

"Luka..? You're not supposed to-"

"Not supposed to be out in this hour.. need to go back to my room.. yadayada.." A sorry excuse of a smirk graced his tired features, his eyes finally opening to look at you.

"You really think I care about being caught and punished by that old, slimy creature? Please."

The quiet sounds of his footsteps against the cold floor soothed your ears for some reason, but it wasn't enough to calm the growing concern for him. He didn't look well, at all. And your suspicions were further confirmed when you felt his arms wrap around your torso, quietly tucking his head underneath your chin in the process and letting you feel the heat of his forehead against your skin.

He hummed when you gently brushed his hair up, his eyes fluttering shut in the process as you massaged his temple. You heard him muttering something incoherent under his breath.. something along the lines of "..'m tired.." or "migraines.."

This careless asshole.

"Luka, you don't know how freaking hot your forehead is, and you're here in my arms instead of resting in your bed. Don't do this again. You know how your guardian is. If he finds out, we won't be able to meet anymore and—"

A cold finger shushed you from chiding him further.

"Scared about me, moonbeam? Did you think I'd ever let that happen?"

Now his eyes were on yours, looking at you from underneath his position with tired amusement.

The look on your face made him chuckle softly, reaching out his hand to gently trace the curve of your cheek, his thumb finally coming to brush against the supple flesh.

"Hey.. don't look at me like that. It doesn't suit you.."

He raised his eyebrows, letting the coldness of his fingers seep into your skin. It gave him some level of satisfaction, seeing you shiver. You gently pushed his hand away, holding it in your grasp and rubbing it in an attempt to warm up his fingers.

"If you weren't such an idiot, I wouldn't be making this face."

He chuckled, before gently moving his head away from your throat to look at you properly, watching your expression with lazy eyes, before sighing and pulling your side to his chest.

"oh gorgeous.."

He hummed as his cheek gently rubbed against yours, feeling the smoothness of your skin gliding against his. His fingers pushed themselves into the heel of your palm, slowly intertwining your fingers with his. A sigh left his lips, the huff of air gently blowing against your skin like a lover's caress.

"...I would be willing to do anything for you. Even if it's breaking the rules, even if it means suffering painful torture from my guardian.. it would always be worth it."

He turned your face towards his gently, his light yellow orbs gracing yours.

"Because I'm doing it for you. No one else."

A sigh left your lips as your gaze lingered on his face for a moment longer, before embracing him tightly, bringing him into the warmth of your body. He willingly sank into your embrace, not minding the sudden show of affection, stroking your hair and twirling the smooth strands between his fingers as the soft notes of your perfume assaulted his senses.

"... Just don't hurt yourself, or leave me. That's all I want."

Luka smiled at your foolish response unbeknownst to you, hugging you tightly in the process. You were naive, dumb and delusional to ever think that he wouldn't leave you one day, alone on this planet without any warning.

And he wanted to protect that naivety in you. As long as he was here, by your side.

A/N: Hi so.. I'm actually alive!?

[anuxrose]

HAIAIAIAIIAI :3 can i ask for Luka with a s/o that puts their emotions / anger through songs (or to put it simply, sounds like Ado, Idk if you know who Ado is ToT. The song I have in mind is her crime and punishment cover, you should try to listen to it cause its PEAK!! but idk if it fits your music taste so if it doesnt IM SO SORRY!!!TwTTTTT) ? I'm thinking abt a scenario where Luka listens to one of his s/o's performance in Alien Stage for the first time, and after he finished it, he's just..STUNNED by his s/o's vocal range, the ability to scream that loud without their voice cracking and to switch voice tones that quickly :3 Love your fics Ariaa!!!!! MUAHHH <333333/P

"Don't love my restless shrieking.."

Hiiii anon! I'd be honoured to fulfill this request of yours!

Contents: Luka x reader (interpret as gn Or fem!), reader that sings with all their emotions, angst, Ado: Crime and punishment cover, Canon alien stage au, mentions of death and gunshots, mentions of blood. Enjoy <3

—Your opponents feeble and weak voice was long forgotten.

The coldness of the microphone seeped into your hands as you clutched it tightly, almost close to your mouth as you screamed your lungs out into the song.

Nothing mattered now.

Not the audience, not the opponent, not the way your body shivered at the unforgiving cold in the stadium.

The only thing that mattered was you and your feelings, currently poured into your voice.

Luka stared at the screen before him that showed your figure, standing on the stage and singing your heart out, amidst the blinding white lights, his eyebrows rising in interest

This was the first time, something, or rather, someone's performance, made him speechless and interested. That made him feel something for once.

The way you controlled your voice, the way your throat bobbed with every short breath you took, the way your hauntingly melodic screams spoke volumes about how you were feeling at that exact moment. The way nothing existed to you, at that very point.

If the person was perspective enough, they could catch on the soft tune of him humming to your singing, trying to see if he could match the same level of screams like you did. But it was cut off half of the time by your singing, the reverberations caused by your voice in the large stadium even reaching the screen where he was watching you, the vibrations bouncing off the walls and blocking off any other sound apart from your voice.

Luka loved it. He reveled in it.

To hear nothing but your voice. To exist in a space where only you and him existed, nothing else. To be surrounded by the melodic tune of your well controlled voice, even if it was deafening, even if it hurt his ears. Even if it was harmful for his already weakened heart.

If it was dying because of your voice, it was worth it, to him. Because that was his heaven. His only universe.

He watched as a single, stray tear escaped from your eyes, rolling down the apple of your cheek mixing with the cold sweat glistening on your skin. It was a small detail, but he noticed it. How it radiated the anger expressed through your screams. He knew you were still broken after the previous round, pitted against a close friend of yours who desperately wished to live on with you forever, but that false hope ended when their blood spluttered against your cheek, much to your beloved's satisfaction then.

It was a cold, selfish thought. But he didn't care enough.

A huge wave of satisfaction washed over him when the screen behind you glowed, the letters and the numbers clearly displaying your well deserved victory. Your eyes brightened a little, only to dim again when the sharp and loud bang of the gunshot sounded in your ears, and the disturbingly familiar warmth of the red liquid spluttered against your skin, coating your soft features with a pretty splash of crimson and causing a wave of memories to wash over you.

Your eyes widened with sudden fear, and your vision blurred as the androids dragged your number body away from the stage.

That look on your face was enough for Luka to get up and exit his room immediately.

He wasn't in a rush, no, he wanted to take his sweet time to meet you. Just to see how long you could hold on to your sanity until he arrived.

And when he did, oh, what a sight to behold.

You in front of him, your shaky hands holding the cup of water given to you, trying your best not to break.

Your eyes met his, and you mustered a sorry excuse of a tired smile.

".. Luka..-"

Your voice cracked a little with the weight of your emotions, and that was enough for him.

Your silent sobs were further muffled by the fabric of his shirt as he gently embraced you, cradling you against him and gently pressing the lightest of pecks on your temple and cheek. He wordlessly held onto you, protecting you from the world even if it was only for a little while.

"You did so well.. 'm so proud of you.."

You mustered a weak chuckle and sobbed silently, grasping the fabric of his shirt and bunching it up in your fist.

Luka smiled.

You were still naive, after all.

A/N: I'm alive trust 🙏

[anuxrose]

hihihi!! cld i request luka fluff where he terminates insects around the house for reader who is terrified of them? tyy!

"I'll hug you tight till the fear runs away!"

Hihi hiii anon! Food for u<3

Contents: Luka x reader, pure fluff!! :3 reader absolutely detests insects (real I do too) hugging, comfort, mentions of insect murder 😨/j, yes luka is lowk a jerk, short ass fic, modern AU, nd drama (there's always drama when it includes Luka<3 Enjoy<3

—Not again. No.

Not those disgusting beady eyes of a praying mantis perched next to the cookware, again.

Your blood curling scream almost gave Luka a freaking heart attack and you almost jumped and hit him with your slipper when he immediately entered the kitchen, terrified and with a trembling hand on his heart as he reached for you.

"Love? Whats—"

His eyes immediately caught onto the harmless praying mantis perched on your cookware silently, seemingly enjoying the drama.

Along with a cockroach.

How amusing.

And you did not like cockroaches at all.

You pointed a shaky finger at those wretched creatures and slowly shifted towards your now amused lover, one hand clutching the slipper.

"Luka.. Those disgusting little shits are staring into my eyes again and watching my current situation like it's some shitty ass comedy show. Please. Kill them and get them out of my sight before I break the windows and jump out."

He let out a low and amused laugh, much to your disappointment (he was supposed to sympathize with you why the hell was he laughing!?).

"And here I thought what you said about being a brave independent woman was true. Sigh.. "

The audacity. The fucking audacity.

If looks could kill, he'd be six feet under by now.

He even had the guts to laugh again before gently pecking your cheek ever so sweetly and grabbing the slipper clutched in your hand. As if that was gonna make the blow hurt less.

"Close your eyes love, a brutal murder is about to take place."

He winked at you (to which you responded with a glare) and closed your eyes without any other protest. And in a span of a few minutes, you peeked and you saw not a single trace of the murder that took place.

"There, happy now?"

He walked towards you as if nothing happened, looking at you half annoyed, half terrified face with genuine amusement, and pulled you into his arms, pressing the lightest of kisses on your forehead and jaw.

"Still angry at me for the previous comment, huh?"

You let out a huff, before reluctantly (eagerly) giving in to the warmth of his embrace, wrapping your slender arms around his neck and pressing your nose against his throat.

"..Meanie."

A low rumble of a laugh reverberated in his chest as he gently stroked your hair, basking in the warmth of the sun rays falling on you both through the window.

"Honestly, I think both of them had a great death y'know. They got to watch a free comedy show."

"Fuck you and your stupid ass jokes."

"You know you love them, moonbeam."

A/N: Please ignore the nickname :3 I'm just a lovesick desperate puppy :3

[anuxrose]

"Ever wanted to be in a world where only me, you and everything we've ever loved, existed?"

[anuxrose]

"I was always unwanted, in a way"

[anuxrose]

HIIIIIIIIIIII ! ! can i rq hcs of when Luka is jealous + when he finds out his s / o is jealous ! ! i love your works so muchh AHHHHHHH SKSJSKSJSKSJKSJAAJ explodes

"Cuz love's so sweet and a little bit of sour!"

Hihihi! I'd be honoured to write this delicious request 😋 and thank you sooo much!!! I really thought I'd be writing a whole bunch of nonsense in my fics but it's relaxing to know that someone actually likes them! Hugs and kisses to you <3

Contents: Luka x reader, jealous Luka:3, jealous reader. Luka is an absolute manchild, istg, fluff, sfw, honeyed shit, slightly suggestive themes, nd other shit. Enjoy!!! (Cutely eats Luka)

Jealous Luka<3

Ever since he saw you interacting with Ivan and spending more time with him due to a Collab between your alien guardians, he's been internally fuming.

Every single time Ivan touched you, his mind dug up insecurities he didn't even know existed.

Every time you try to talk to him, his responses would sound a bit more colder than usual, which wasn't a good sign at all

You're in public, with him, for a brand photoshoot, and you're gonna find his hands secretly all over you (which was weird considering the fact he wasn't talking to you previously)

Whenever some pesky bastard would look at you, you would suddenly feel his cold hand grasping yours, a relaxed expression on his face while he gently pushed his fingers inside the heel of your palm, caressing the skin of your hand with gentle strokes.

If you're practicing an instrument and rehearsing for your next performance, you'd find yourself being enclosed in his arms, head dipped and resting against the curve of your neck and gently nosing against the skin of your throat.

Frequent cheek kisses right in front of people, turning your head gently and gingerly placing the lightest of kisses on your cheek, which was VERY embarrassing, and when you used to protest, he'd give you a sad look and step away. (He respects your boundaries)

He'd get pretty touchy with you, always making sure to grab the curve of your waist, or splay his hand over your lower abdomen, to your utmost surprise.

You can't sleep, and when you turn over the next thing you see is a man with buttercream blonde hair, sitting at the edge of your bed with his head hung low, fingers clutching your blanket tightly and.. Sulking????

"Luka.. what are you doing here..? You're supposed to be in your room?"

You'd receive a grunt in response, not even getting the chance to process your response before he pounced on you, wrapping his arms around your waist and buried his face in your tits (perv)

"Luka!!"

And there it was, the full view of his face. His chin resting on your cleavage and staring up at you through his eyelashes with half lidded and tired light butterscotch eyes.

He was sulking

"You thought I'd never notice how freaking close you were with that Black haired gay freak?"

You burst out laughing, raising your eyebrows in confusion. "Luka.. he isn't a 'Black haired gay freak'. Ivan is so much more than—"

Your words were replaced with a squeal when he palmed your chest, giving it a warning squeeze.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is why you were—"

You took the opportunity to squish his cheeks and peck him all over, silencing him.

"If you were this jealous, you should've told me, silly."

That was the last straw for him before he pounced on you like a wild cat and engulfed you in his arms, smothering you with kisses.

He was your precious baby after all <3

Jealous s/o<3

You were watching his round with anticipation, your eyes following his graceful movements as he glided across the stage, with another girl/boy

You didn't mind, of course. But it hit you when Luka started flirting with them onstage with his actions.

He was being a bit too touchy with them. Putting a hand on their waist and guiding them in the dance without quickly pulling away, like he usually did. suddenly nosing against their throat, winking at them, making them giggle while they sing..

Every single touch on his opponent's body by his hands made your blood boil, and dug up insecurities you didn't know existed.

Him almost kissing them was the last straw for you.

You immediately stomped out of the concert hall, ignoring the crowds loud cheers and making a beeline towards the exit, barely missing the satisfying sound of the gunshot that pierced through the bastards head.

Yes, you were sulking.

And he noticed that ;>

Imagine Luka's surprise when he didn't find you in the private lounge, waiting for him to come back so that you could pamper him.

Yep, he pissed you off successfully 👍

If you weren't there, you were probably in your room, where he was currently standing in front of, slumping against the door after knocking like a hundred times on your door and pleading you to come out.

"Moonbeam, I know you're in there. Open up for this poor guy.."

No response from you.

He had to use his lock picking skills to enter, much to your surprise, and was met by your curled up figure on the bed, cold and alone, with your back facing him

"Are you angry at me, love?" you could feel the loving warmth of his embrace (minus the freezing cold fingers) engulf you whole, much to your annoyance.

You didn't respond to him, busy staring at nothing stubbornly.

A beat, before you responded with a soft but hurt grumble.

"... You weren't thinking about me and my feelings when you almost kissed that ba— LUKA!!"

You burst into a fit of laughter and giggles when he tickled you all over and rolled you into the sheets, gently peppering you with featherlight kisses on your cheek.

"I'm sorry love," He whispered between gentle pecks, tucking his face underneath your chin. "I never meant to hurt you this badly. How should I make it up to you? Chocolates? Plushies? Extra blankets? My clothes? You want me on my knees?"

You squished his face, savoring the sight of his pleading eyes and puffed out cheeks.

"Save it for later, now keep quiet and rest, idiot."

Who couldn't forgive him? After all, he was all you had, and you were all he had.

And you want to keep it that way, forever and ever, if forever existed in this universe.

A/N: Dinner is served :3 yes I added plenty of fluff (I guess) so I hope you enjoy 😉 (explodes along with you)

[anuxrose]

HHAAAIII i luved ur luka writinggg ..

Do u actually do headcanons? :o If so, can u do Luka and Hyuna (separate) dating hcs? take ur timeeeee :>

"You've never been to heaven, have you?"

Yayaya thanks for appreciating my writing anon! I'm gonna give you a big hug (if you're a hugger) :3 alr let's get down to business.

Contents: Luka x reader, Hyuna x reader, dating hc's, cute shit, Luka's just a silly lil goober :3, Hyuna's a badass bitch B>, sfw, fluff, goofy stuff, slightly suggestive themes (maybe) , mentions of injury, this shit is very honeyed. Enjoy! <3

Luka

Well, he noticed the signs from wayyy before.

You thought he didn't notice how you used to meticulously braid the stems of crimson red primroses and make neat but pretty flower crowns for him whenever you got the opportunity? He knew damn well you had a thing for him before you both even knew what love was. He was just waiting for the right moment.

You both were inseparable, wherever you went, Luka went. You both used to spend your time underneath the fake sky of Anakt garden, gazing at the stars which hung from the ceiling of the box, until those pesky androids dragged you back into the facility and lock you both in your rooms.

Even as young adults, you both did everything together. Whether it be singing, playing the instruments together, rehearsing for your next performance, you both were there together, in each other's comfort.

Once you told him to go fetch music sheets in your room, and he took his sweet time noticing and rummaging through the secret drawer filled with pictures and albums of his, how cute.

And then in one fated night on that wretched planet, He came into your room after a tiring performance, in your warm embrace. And you softly confessed, pretty sure he was asleep because he didn't have that much of stamina to hold on any longer. Not that he'd ever find out.

When you finally looked down and noticed his chin resting on the valley of your breasts, his signature smirk on his face with half lidded tired eyes looking up at you, winking at you as your eyes widened, you realised you were terribly wrong.

"I know, snowflake. Took you long enough to spill the beans."

He KNEW??

And that's how the journey started.

No matter what you'd do, he would never stop pulling your leg.

You would wake up in the morning, and the next thing you see is a whole bunch of cute little paper flowers next to you, neatly made next to your lamp light (yes I head cannon him to be amazing at making origami because you taught him as a child)

you would get mad when he didn't take his meds, opting to keep to yourself whenever he tried to talk to you. But the efforts would result in being futile when he would show up at your door, in the middle of the night, sitting at the edge of the bed with his head hung low and sulking.

How could you not forgive this adorable little piece of shit?

He'd be the type to compose songs just for you 😉

You're probably in a really bad mood, whether it's because of that time of the month or the weight of trying to live up to the alien's expectations. He'd somehow catch onto that even if you didn't tell him anything.

And then you're trying to shrink yourself underneath your blankets, until you feel the mattress dipping under someone's weight. And there it was, the sweet sound of a violin, playing a calm and soothing tune. Not too sad, not too happy, it was just perfect.

And who else would it be, if it wasn't your gorgeous boyfriend?

He'd always find ways to make you laugh. Tickling was basically his love language (a part of it), and if you were ever feeling down you'd always be met with his cold ass fingers dancing over your spine, sides, nape, or the middle of your palm, making you giggle uncontrollably.

He'd be the type to show up at your door at the most random times of the day, with a rose in his mouth, wiggling his eyebrows at you menacingly until you burst out laughing (he mostly does it when you step out of the shower with a towel on because he's just silly and likes to see you steam)

He would cancel all his rehearsals so that he could spend time with you (he could deal with his alien guardians distorted screeching later)

But the worst part was that he couldn't skip his competitions to spend time with you, it pissed him off VERY BADLY (you've tried to tell him over and over again that this was a life or death situation, and he couldn't just be mad about it because he couldn't spend time with you, but who listened?) and he'd be the type to snap at everyone until or unless he meets you after his victory, of course (he is completely infatuated with you, what could you do?)

He'd give one of the BEST hugs. You'd feel warm, protected and safe from the cruel world you both lived and find a moment of respite in his embrace.

He'd nose at your throat and rub his cheek against yours desperately like a cat while you both cuddled.

And he would bury his face in your boobs whenever he got the chance ;) (perv)

If you're an anxious person, he'd always hold your hand and gently caress the skin with his cold thumb.

He would get jealous of his own MATTRESS if you're lying on his bed and snuggling it like a damn cat in heat. You tell me, who can resist a soft ass mattress? (You heard men getting jealous of pillows? He got jealous of his own MATTRESS)

He'd love to bathe you or take baths with you!

You're freaking burned out and lost all faith in life, and you're excessively tired, he'd scoop your wobbling and sleepy body up and dip you in the bathtub (After undressing you if course)

And the massages felt like heaven itself

His hands would occasionally glide across your shoulders, lathering your skin with soap and gently kneading the flesh, untying the knots that formed in your muscles. Neck massage? On it. Back massage? On it. Every part of your aching body would be taken care of nicely, and his hands would work meticulously around your knots.

He would join you if you allowed him :0 but that was a whole other experience with his bare chest pressed against the skin of your back 😉

Would obviously respect your boundaries.

If you're in any pain, he would take up the responsibility of nursing you.

Cramps? He'd gently flip you over, lift up your shirt from behind, and gently knead the flesh of your lower back, alleviating any kind of pesky pain bothering you. He'd make sure to bring hot water bags for you (he figured you wouldn't like his cold fingers on you all the time) and try to distract you from the pain.

He would also gently rub vanilla scented oil on your lower abdomen and midriff if the cramps got a little too bad.

And he couldn't bear to see you cry.

He'd immediately be at your side, gently stroking your back and rubbing your sides. If you're a hugger, he'd nestle you against him, one of your legs slotted between his and allow your face to be buried in the warmth of his chest.

He'd be the type to coo at you, gently stroking your hair and running his fingers through the strands.

Would do absolutely anything to calm you down. Ice cream? Chocolates? Chips? Plushies? He'd buy all of them for you.

Luka would wrap you up in a million comfy blankets and turn you into a sushi roll, and carry you around your room or the facility, which was embarrassing, but it made you laugh a little.

Overall, He was pretty much a Loverboy ,but better:3

Hyuna

Oh boy, the amount of love she'd show you..

She's an extrovert and party girl type, so be ready for the intense ride with her in your relationship.

She'd sacrifice all her needs, just for you, even if she went without it. Extra food? Right in front of you in two minutes. More pillows? Readily tucked underneath your head. Softer blankets? No need to ask twice.

You're gonna wake up in the morning in your room inside the hide out, and the first thing you'd see is a tiny table, and on it decorated with fresh flowers and a delicious breakfast, and the smell, god..

She's gonna force you to dance with her, so be prepared!

Hyuna's love language isn't always physical touch or emotional hugs, but she'll do her best to make you feel loved and cared for in her own sweet ways

Hyuna relishes in danger and risk, so she'd be the type to take you out on bike rides, with you clutching onto her waist like your life depended on it (she didn't mind) and she would drive you towards the horizon, where the sunset looked even more heavenly.

Would love to torture captured aliens with you (she comes up with the most creative ideas which I uh.. won't mention:3)

She loves goofing around with you and the gang. You, dewey, jacob and hyuna would often love to goof around with angry ass aliens and piss them off.

Would teach you to hit sick ass moves :)

But in moments of quiet intimacy, she would cling to you, her hands wrapped around your waist, and listen to your heartbeat, allowing her tough girl facade to drop.

Loves peppering your adorable cheeks with pecks because you're her lil baby gurl :3

But hyuna is a little careless too, and you often end up panicking immensely when she gets hurt.

Hyuna didn't care if she was hurt or not, she could handle it.

But if it was you? Oh no..

She'd absolutely go rampage if she found out that you got shot in some spot or hurt in any way, she can't bear to see someone she loves bleeding out of hurt (a bit of her trauma works here too)

And she'd make sure she's the one taking care of you because hell knows what someone could do to you in the process.

She'd force you to rest for a veryyy long period of time. She'd be there in every step, helping you up, walking with you, bathing you because she thinks that you might drown yourself in the bathtub or smth (yes she's a lil overprotective:3)

She'd give special instructions to her gang members to look after you before she left for personal missions (you insisted that you wanted to go too, but it ended up in you being blissfully wrecked :>)

Overall, Hyuna's a sweetheart and a bad ass bitch, and a person like her is very hard to find in this world full of suffering and danger.

(A/N): Thank you for reading this, it was a lil rushed bc a lot of shi is going on idk why ugh :( but I tried! I hope y'all like it and if I get any more ideas for hyuna I'm gonna edit this fic so uh :3 yeah. Have a good day/night <3 (let's go back to gooning)

[anuxrose]

HII might be your first requester lolll , can i ask for Luka x a reader that pretends to be confident in public , but when they are alone , they only feel empty or hollow ? their eyes are empty , basically all of their ' personality ' poof ! ! i think you have good potential as a writer soo i dropped a request ( also dont forget to put Luka x reader alien stage tags or stuff like that so other people can find the fic too ! ! )

best wishes ❤️

"My saviour, why are you suffering so?."

(A/N): Ok anon, I love you so much for requesting this fic istg. And thank you sm!!! I just started writing blogs for fun so I didn't realise it would reach a potential audience lol. And thank you for the compliment!!

Contents: Luka x fem! Reader (you can interpret the reader as gender neutral if you like because I'm not the best at writing gender neutral), Canon Alien stage universe, Luka's a lil shit :3, reader is a blank canvas, blood mentioned, mentions of death. Interactions between them ayayaya (might be a bit dry sorry) Enjoy<3 (See A/N notes at the bottom of the page.) Credits to yuuna nini for the lyrics.

—The crowd cheered when you were announced as the victor of the round, barely hearing the soft 'thud' of your opponent's body next to you. Their cheers rendered you deaf and you weren't sure if you would be able to hear properly for the next performance, but who cared? You were the best, weren't you?

You felt the wetness and warmth of your opponent's blood, dripping down the apples of your cheek slowly alongside your sweat. You couldn't help but glance at the figure beside you, lying in a pool of crimson, staining their pristine blue dress in a pretty wine red. The crowd chanted your name as you stepped forward, remembering to quickly wipe off the red liquid before stepping into the spot where the lights almost blinded your frail eyes, waving your hand at the crowd and smiling at them confidently. A smile that deemed elegance and perfection in equal measure.

Camera lights flashed continuously around you, creating blinding flashes of colours in your vision. You knew that every angle of your figure was being ogled at by those lustful slimy creatures, your curves made only for their eyes to devour and photograph, yet you stood through it all, tall and beautiful, Like an angel from the heavens above.

You were lucky they couldn't see you shaking internally, on the verge of collapsing due to the chilling cold of the stadium.

The feeling of the androids cold, metallic hands were enough to send you the message as they ushered you back into the idol's private lounge, the crowds disappointed shouts being heard throughout the hall at the sight of their precious 'object' being taken away from them. They made sure not to make you spend too much time with flashing lights and cameras since you once reluctantly mentioned that you had a little problem with them.

They left you near the door to fend for yourself. Your hand twisted the doorknob, the cold air conditioning of the room hit your face, and the tight smile dropped, along with that confident facade, leaving your face looking like a blank canvas, devoid of any emotions that acted as the paints.

The coldness of your opponent's ring dug into the palm of your skin. You had slipped it off his finger by mistake while you were holding his hand, and just before you could return it, the blood curling sound of a gunshot was heard and warm liquid spluttered on your cheek.

What kind of psycho bitch stands there and grins at their dead opponent while holding their ring in her palm?

You plopped down on the couch, making sure to wipe away the remnants of the bloodstains on your cheek with the napkin they gave you, burying your face into your palms once you were done.

You could finally be yourself for a little while, just for an hour until that wretched photoshoot.

Or not.

You heard the slight creak of the door, your sharp ears picking up the sound immediately (you were surprised that they were still working considering the fact the aliens almost screamed your ear off onstage previously). Just as you were about to turn around, you felt someone's cold fingers tracing up your bare spine, the touch too gentle and specifically cold for your liking.

"I watched your round. You were being a little sweetheart for a dude who is supposed to be your opponent."

His golden gaze burned into the skin of your nape, and you narrowed your eyes.

Not him again...

"Says the one who flirts with his opponents."

A low rumble of laughter sounded through the room to your irritation, and you felt his presence near you, the head of the couch dipping with his weight when he sat down and ruffled your neatly down hair, to which you strongly responded and swatted his hand away.

"Don't ruin my hair. They spent hours doing it and I have a photoshoot after one hour."

Luka tilted his head, looking at you blankly, before sighing. You barely heard him getting off the head of the sofa until you felt a huff of air near your neck.

"Being stingy and sour to me, are we?"

You flinched, clearly startled as you smacked his face away, managing to elicit a small "Ow." from his cursed lips.

You turned your back to him, the emptiness creating a big void in your chest and turning off your ability to feel, not bothering in the slightest to look at his face, the coldness of the ring seeping into your palm as a testament to what you did moments before.

You were never the sensitive type, so why were you moping over some dead boy now?

"go away and spend your time curling your hair or something.."

He didn't respond, which was pretty common cuz the man never liked to spill stuff anyways, but his gaze was on something else. Your eyes widened as you felt his fingers gently crawling up your forearms and gently pushing them into your palm, intertwining your fingers with his, before deftly picking up the ring and pulling away before you reacted.

"Luka! Wait that's—"

"A ring. I'm aware."

He responded, his fingers turning the ring around to observe its intricate patterns keenly. You reached out to grab it back, half falling on him but he had the upper hand nevertheless.

"Give it bac—"

"Hmm.. finally decided to propose to me, yeah?"

You blinked at him, confusion painting the blank canvas of your face finally. Was he actually being serious?

You saw the smirk on his face. That bastard.

"No. Probably in your dreams but not in this universe."

You could see how his smirk morphed into a mock sad expression, surprised at how he could change expressions so quickly and perfectly.

"How sad. And here I thought you'd get down on your knees for me and—"

"It's from my opponent. I slipped off the ring from his finger by mistake, and never got a chance to return it, not that I'll ever get one in this universe."

You didn't look to see his expression, grabbing the ring away from him and placing it in your pocket. You didn't know what had gotten into you, and you were being too sentimental for today and it upset you. It upsetted you how a single death affected you so much. Maybe your time came. Maybe the light that shone brightly onstage was finally burning out. You didn't know.

All you knew that you shouldn't spend too much time with him because he was always the one who brought the emotions out of you, breaking the once secure lock in your facade and spilling its contents on your face, painting it just by using his actions and words.

Luka was always the best at everything, while you remained a blank canvas with dry paints. Maybe that's why he had so much control over you. You hated it.

"Y/n—"

"I need to leave, the photoshoot will start."

The door slammed behind you, and you were met with cold reality again.

A/N: I hope I was able to interpret Reader well cuz um.. yeah I got a bittt too carried away with the writing. Sorry if it's a bit dry I'm currently suffering from burnout and I'm probably gonna explode very soon :3

Hope you all enjoyed it! Have a good day/night!

[anuxrose]

In love with this

Oh Luka..

first fanfic I wrote where I actually tried to put some uh, effort in so plij forgive me if it's too messy :<

Contents: Luka x reader. Signs of toxicity yadayada, Luka himself is a warning, mentions of Death, manipulation, sexual tension, basically a whole bunch of messed up shi (it's rushed I'm sorry.) they can never make me hate this man.

—Entertainment, acting, fake smiles, fake personas, fear of losing your loved ones, trauma, deaths, blood dripping from the stages as crowds cheered, torture, pressure, manipulation, fame, competition– it was all that made up the Alien stage, didn't it..? A playground and entertainment show for the Segyeins that ruled the Earth, putting collars and leashes on their pet humans and pitting them against each other on a stage where they either sing, or die.

You knew all of this, and you were used to it. Used to seeing countless opponents die right in front of your very eyes and doing absolutely nothing to help. Those participants were no match for you anyways, so it made sense for their dates to be sealed when paired up with you onstage.

You were perfect, in the eyes of the Segyeins. Those angelic features, soft, practiced smiles and submissive demeanor was a testament to the torture you had endured ever since you first opened your eyes. Broken down piece by piece in the most brutal way possible, and then rebuilt once again to create this perfect robotic version of you.

You had to be flawless, or you wouldn't get to see another day.

Yet you weren't aware of the fact that another person, like you, suffered in the same way, and was equal to you in more ways than one.

That same person was your opponent for the final round, currently standing in front of you. Fair skinned, soft features, light yellow irises that reminded you of the yellow tint of the moon, light blonde hair and half lidded eyes, paired with a charming, relaxed smile that almost looked genuine if the victim wasn't perceptive.

You knew better than that.

The stage lights fell on both of you as the aliens in the background audience cheered like mentally challenged patients at the sight of their most beloved performers competing against one another.

Somehow the stage lights felt brighter than usual, more blinding to the naked eye.

His calm and relaxed figure stood there casually on the stage, holding the mic in a loose grip and shining so ethereally bright, as if death feared him instead. He looked like he belonged to the heavens above, a prince of some holy gathering.

Yet there was something sinister underneath that charming mask he wore, something that you couldn't place.

The music began, his face contorting into a relaxed, gentle grin (too gentle for your liking) and he slowly strided close to your figure, assessing your every movement with his golden gaze, almost as if he was memorising every nook and cranny of your body and face.

You felt a huff of air close to your neck, startling you which caused you to immediately turn around, and meet his gaze directly. When didi he–

Fuck. He was fast.

Half lidded eyes gazing into yours with that same smirk. He looked almost too relaxed.

A low whistle sounded in your ears that came directly from his lips alongside the music, and he started singing..

Oh god. That voice could melt the heavens.

"You can turn from the light, a beacon within the night, you're the brightest my star."

Nope. Not easy. At all. Made sense why opponents went oof when they were pitted against him.

Your voice mingled with his, catching up to him immediately due to the years of practice you endured. You noticed a flicker of surprise in his eyes before returning back to normal. You could tell that he wasn't expecting you to catch up that easily, considering the fact you looked like a withered flower to him when you stepped up onstage.

You weren't that easy either

And oh, How he loved that.

Another huff of air against your neck, crawling up to your ears, followed by a gorgeous voice that uniquely belonged to him. He was right behind you, circling you, moving closer and closer to you with every step, trying to get you nervous and uncomfortable. To get you to falter underneath his sharp gaze.

Not happening.

Only Two could play that game.

You put on a relaxed smile and moved along fluidly with his movements, voices intertwining. You were able to catch him off guard sometimes, either crawling your slender fingers up his back or skimming them across his shoulders and deftly pulling them away just as he was about to react. Not once did he show a flicker of emotion, rather than a lazy smile.

You closed your eyes and sang with the melody, letting your voice do the job and mingle with his falsetto, until you felt a cold hand slowly snaking around your waist, and suddenly pulling you flush against a warm body.

A gasp left your tender lips and you looked up to meet his gaze, the relaxed expression from before, replaced with a calm, blank expression.

And he moved you around in a smooth dance, your hands coming to rest on his lean chest which allowed you to feel the smooth fabric of his stage outfit and the hard planes of his chest under your palm. One hand of yours was in his cold grasp with his fingers intertwined with yours, the other grasping his shirt for balance.

You found his leg between yours, his strong thighs forcing your legs to move, resulting in the both of you being in constant motion.

And goodness, was he fast.

The striking cold of his purple fingertips holding your hand dug into the backside of it, causing you to shudder out of the blue. You paused and saw the look in his irises.

You made a mistake in your demeanor.

Luka dipped you suddenly but with a grace that deemed perfection, his hand resting on the small of your back. He brought you lower and lower along the notes of the music, your body stretched out in a graceful arch before him, murmurs and surprised shouts from the audience sounding in your ears at the sight before them.

He pulled you back up forcefully and you desperately sang along with the melody whilst being twirled around like a ragdoll in his very arms. Separating, colliding and the same thing being done over and over again with grace and swiftness.

You were getting tired.

The audience cheered as your performance and interactions with him onstage satiated their demands and pleased their twisted imagination.

Your heart thudded against your ribcage as you tried to maintain composure and gracefully move away from him to catch some air while singing, only to be pulled back deftly by his sudden grip on your slender wrist, smoothly bringing you back against him.

He was getting visibly agitated (if the spectator was a very perceptive person) and you could guess why. He was always known for his provocative nature onstage. He used people's trauma against them, often manipulating them into believing that their dead loved ones were right before them, succeeding to catch them off their guard and sealing their fates in that very moment, their emotions and minds in his very hands.

But you? Oh, you were so infuriatingly different. Not a single trace of trauma in you. You were just a blank and reserved puppet with no emotional connections to anyone or anything, just the way your alien guardian taught you to be.

There was nothing to use against you.

His eyes narrowed as he snuck up behind you again in the dance, head next to your neck with his blonde locks caressing your chin like soft feathers, his breath fanning your pulse point with your head tilted to the side. Your body was lowered once again, the crowd appearing upside down and his gaze zeroed on your neck, looking at the skin intently.

How he wished he could slide his tongue down the length of your throat. How he wished to ruin the skin that looked too artificial and perfect for his liking.

He pulled you back up, the moment ending as soon as it started. Your face almost collided with his chest as he deftly pulled away.

He shouldn't have stayed close to her.

The song was reaching its climax and you sang along, not even caring to look at the scoreboard. The depth of his voice mingled with the melodic shrillness of yours, creating a perfect crescendo to the ears of the aliens.

It all felt surreal. You were probably gonna die today.

At least you'd get to end this miserable life of yours.

Or not.

You found yourself in his arms again, feeling the weirdly inviting warmth of his body as he took you in for one last dance, his golden orbs burning a hole into yours as he sang the ending note, dipping you down just in time as the music ended.

You shut your eyes, accepting your fate in his arms, preparing yourself for the cold, robotic voice to call out the winner and the bullet to pierce through your neck and slit your throat open.

But you felt nothing.

What?

You opened your eyes as he lifted you up and followed his gaze to the scoreboard, the audience's happy and confused cheers almost rendering you deaf.

100:100

TIE: LUKA & Y/N

A tie..?

With HIM?

You watched as Luka's chest heaved, a blank expression on his face as he turned and faced the cheering crowd, his face contorting into that very same unsettling charming smile back on his face as he waved.

How did this—

The lights shut down.

Hope you like this Fic! Sorry.. this was a whole bunch of absolutely nothing lol.. but I tried! <3

[anuxrose]

Yayyayayay

"Even after death you shone ever so bright,"

"Bathing me with your very light"

[anuxrose]

This is so real (I'm absolutely down bad for him)

everything reminds me of him😭😭😭😭

[anuxrose]

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