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kleptocurency · 4 months

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pairing: luka modric/Sergio ramos

wordcount: 2718

summary: teenage lukamos!

Luka's standing in the middle of a busy airport.

He's trying to decipher the signs above him. He raked his brain to translate the familiar yet unknown words plastered on a busy sign. He's gotten some of it due to his little English knowledge, but he managed to take pride in himself for it.

He needs to get to a specific area in the parking lot. Luka looks at everyone around him and mindlessly trails behind.

He should at least get outside first. Then he can panic.

Luka steps out and is slapped in the face by warm air. Very different to the cold airport he's been aimlessly walking around in. He's nervous, and anxious and is likely to throw up at some point.

Luka was told a family friend was going to pick him up. Currently, he's greeted by crowds of cars and people. Everyone going about their own lives around him.

As he takes in the warm air, Luka feels overwhelmed by the heat, noise and unfamiliar atmosphere. His neck is chafing from the tightness of his collar. He feels the sweat building up on his skin.

With the sounds of gibberish all around him, it's making his anxiety worse. He starts to panic as he searches for some familiar faces or anyone he recognizes.

Which is stupid to do. Luka doesn't even know this family friend's name, never mind his face.

Luka feels disoriented, anxious, tired, hungry and overwhelmed. He's completely out of his element.

But as he stands there.

All alone and feeling like he's lost in a maze, he starts to panic even more. What if no one is coming to pick him up? What if he's stuck here forever? What if he has to love at the airport? It's silly thoughts but it feels real to him.

The thoughts start to swirl around in his head and soon enough he begins to freak out.

As Luka stands there, panicking and thinking the worst, he's suddenly tapped on the shoulder. He spins around and is met with the friendly face of a man with a warm smile on and sunglasses.

Luka begs internally that this is the guy. Once he hears the sweet sound of Croatian he lets out a breath. His relief is immense and his panic begins to subside. The man explains that he was looking for him everywhere and was just about to give up. He thought he had gotten lost in the crowd.

"Ivan, that's my name, and my car is just over here. "

Luka nods and follows closely behind as Ivan leads him through the crowds and towards a car waiting at the curb. He feels slightly embarrassed that he didn't ask his name.

Or even utter a word.

Ivan looks comfortable, there is a comforting aura around him. It calms Luka down. He's fine. Nothing to worry about.

Luka opens the passenger door and gets in the car. He breathes a sigh of relief as he closes the door behind him. It's quieter and cooler in the car, it's like a warm hug after being in the chaos. The sun still beats down on them, but the air conditioning is keeping it at bay.

Luka's breathing normalizes as he lets the sound of the car air conditioner lull him into a state of calm. He looks up and gives Ivan a slight smile and in response, Ivan smiles back.

They drive out of the airport and onto the road. The roads are slightly quieter than before although there is still traffic all around them. Luka looks forward and watches the countryside go by as they drive towards the city.

He's relaxed and comfortable now that he's settled into the drive. The car radio is playing music quietly in the background which is adding to his comfort and making him content. They drive in silence for a few minutes before Ivan breaks the silence.

"How are you feeling?" Ivan asks, his voice has a gentle tone to it.

"Better now, I was quite nervous there for a while," Luka replies as looks around at the scenery around them.

"Was this your first time flying?" Ivan asks, he glances at Luka who gazes curiously out of the window.

Luka hesitates for a second, he doesn't want to make himself look like an idiot. He nods and smiles slightly.

"Yeah, it was my first time," he says, looking away from the window and at Ivan now.

Ivan chuckles and looks back at the road, "Don't worry, it's normal to feel that way the first time you fly. You'll get used to it".

Luka nods in agreement and looks back at the scenery out of the window. Ivan glances at Luka now and again, who won't take his eyes off the window.

Ivan clears his throat.

"I'm assuming this is your first time visiting Spain then?" he asks, looking straight ahead. Luka's gaze snaps away from the window and turns to Ivan who is waiting for his reply.

Luka smiles and nods, "This is my first time in Spain" his face lights up slightly from his excitement to explore a new place. Ivan glances at Luka for a second, appreciating his enthusiasm for a moment, before turning his focus back onto the road.

They continue to drive in silence for a few minutes, the scenery flies by, getting more urban and building-packed the closer they get to Madrid. Luka remains silent, enjoying the sights and sounds of the city outskirts.

Ivan clears his throat after a few more silent minutes, "Madrid is a beautiful city, you know," his tone is a bit happier as he looks at Luka.

Ivan seems to be a fan of small talk.

"Although, their team isn't the one you should go for" Ivan winks at Luka with a smirk on his face

Luka laughs and pushes back with, "Who do you think I should support then?" he asks, genuinely interested.

Ivan grins even wider.

"Barcelona, obviously," Ivan says while waving his arm, gesturing towards the dashboard, where his Barcelona key charm is dangling. Luka frowns, he thinks they could've picked better colours. Still, he has no knowledge of the Spanish league, so he'll trust Ivan's word.

Ivan laughs and continues, "Barcelona are much more interesting than Real Madrid too." He teases, but there is some truth behind it. He sees that Luka is genuinely asking. So he pushes for Luka to be in favour of his favourite club.

"I mean, they've got much more interesting superstars too," Ivan shrugs nonchalantly. "Don't get me wrong, Real Madrid has some great players, but their current team isn't the best," Ivan adds on, trying to bait Luka. Luka just stares back without a clue in the world, he doesn't know any of the players.

"Plus, their colours are much nicer." Ivan keeps going on, starting to bore Luka.

"What? The white and gold are so much better than the blue and red" Luka fires back. He's got something to defend now, and it's only the colours, not the actual team itself, but it's enough.

"No way, how can you deny the Blaugrana colours?" Ivan asks, still grinning. Now, he's got Luka talking.

"It's so much more vibrant and colourful," Ivan insists, "I don't see how those boring white colours beat it."

Luka scrunches his nose "It's not boring, the colours are more sophisticated and classy."

"Classy? It's football, not a Gala" Ivan scoffs, as he makes his next point. "What about the logo itself? The Barcelona logo is much better than the real Madrid one".

"Now that's just not true. Real Madrid's logo is classic and simplistic, which makes it elegant." Luka says he's getting invested now that it's going somewhere. He knows little but he wants to get on Ivan's nerves a little, it's entertaining.

"You're just a biased Barcelona fan," Luka says, rolling his eyes.

Ivan laughs and shakes his head, "It's not biased when I'm telling the truth though!" he argues, his grin returning.

Luka sighs dramatically in defeat. "Fine, I'll concede. Barcelona's colours and logo are better than real Madrid's" He just wants to please the only person he knows in this country.

Ivan's grin widens even more.

"So, you'll be a Barcelona fan then?" he asks, his smirk still intact.

Luka glares at him, refusing to say anything now.

Ivan laughs and continues, "I can tell you've been convinced, that's the look of someone who has just been won over".

"I am not convinced" Luka says matter-of-factly, his grin having disappeared now. He's still denying his 'secret' allegiance to Barcelona.

Ivan snickers once again, "Sure, sure. whatever you say." he laughs. He knows he got to Luka, and he's enjoying this moment.

"You don't have to admit you're converted to the Blaugrana side, I can see the conversion has finished," Ivan teases, "You'll be buying merchandise in no time!" he taps against the wheel.

Luka rolls his eyes again, he still refuses to admit anything. Despite, everything, he can't stop himself from letting out a slight chuckle at Ivan's comments.

Ivan can't help but notice Luka's small chuckle and sees that he's managed to win him over. he lets out an even bigger grin.

"I take the silence as you've accepted Barcelona as the superior team?" he asks, still teasing him.

Luka just glares at him with a slight smirk and shakes his head, "I have not accepted anything" he says defiantly.

Ivan laughs and turns his focus back onto the road to avoid looking at Luka, he can tell he's still trying to suppress his smile.

"Sure..." he says, obviously not believing what Luka is saying, he knows he's trying to act tough but he's already convinced.

They both settle back into silence and drive towards the city of Madrid for a few minutes, the radio still playing in the background.

They drive in silence for a little while, until Ivan breaks it with his voice. it has a much more relaxed and less teasing tone to it. "Are you excited to see Madrid for the first time?" he asks Luka, who glances up at him.

"Yeah, yeah. It's pretty exciting." Luka replies, trying to hide the nervous feeling within him. Trying to stay as calm and cool as possible, but the closer they get the more nervous he feels inside.

"What are you nervous about?" Ivan asks sincerely, sensing a slight shift in Luka's demeanour.

Luka hesitates for a second to give his reply, he doesn't know what he's worried about. He just feels nervous.

"I'm really not sure," he finally says. He can't put his finger on what exactly is causing it. Perhaps it's just the whole situation. New country, unfamiliar place, new language. He doesn't know.

"Don't worry, Madrid is a great city. There is so much to explore and see, plus I bet you'll fall in love with the Spanish culture." Ivan says, hoping that it's going to be comforting. He knows that this is all new for Luka, so he's trying to be reassuring.

Luka nods slightly and gives him a small relieved smile, he's feeling better after the comment, but he can't help feeling a little bit nervous and anxious still.

Ivan sees the slight smile on Luka's face and knows that he's doing his best to make him feel more relaxed. It's working as Luka begins to feel more comfortable and relieved.

"You're gonna love Madrid!" Ivan concludes. He still hasn't taken his eyes off the road but his tone is still comforting and friendly.

"I'm sure I will," Luka replies, he is getting a bit more excited at the prospect and the comfort Ivan's words are bringing him.

Ivan glances at Luka, who's still staring out the window. "Plus, the girls in Madrid are gorgeous." Ivan decides to kick the conversation up a notch. Ivan is just saying stuff, he lives in Barcelona. But Luka doesn't need to know that.

"Have you ever been on a date?" Ivan asks, his voice has a playful and mischievous tone to it.

Luka doesn't expect this sudden question, he looks at Ivan puzzled.

"No," he replies, wondering where this will go now. Luka is naturally awkward. He has managed to calm down but that's coming to an end.

"You haven't? how come? this is your prime!" Ivan asks, he's just teasing Luka now. luka looks back at him and blushes.

"I haven't uh really had the chance yet..." he replies, and feels even more awkward now.

"To do so, to do that.." Luka adds for no real reason.

Ivan senses his awkwardness and that it's getting a little bit more uncomfortable for Luka. So he decides to drop the whole topic for now. "how old are you, by the way?" he asks suddenly, as a way to change the subject.

Luka hesitates for a moment not wishing to give this away, he's a little bit insecure about his age and his lack of relationship experiences. It's inevitable so he tells him.

"I'm 16," Luka replies, feeling the awkward tension immediately afterwards.

"Really? you look older." Ivan says, his tone shocked. Luka isn't sure if that's a compliment or not.

A confused look appears on Luka's face.

"What do you mean I look older?" he asks, his tone is curious. There's a playful undertone to it. Ivan chuckles a little bit and replies.

"You just do, I can't pin down why but you look older than 16 for sure." Ivan shrugs.

"I mean, I guess that's a good thing?" Luka replies he doesn't want to seem like it's bothering him. Though, he's a little bit worried now that he looks older than he is. Luka is used to hearing the opposite, that he looks younger than he's supposed to. Hearing from Ivan that he looks older is new.

They arrive in Madrid and it's just as Luka had expected, busy and packed with people walking through the streets.

Luka looks out the window and can't help but feel overwhelmed, Madrid seems so busy and loud but somehow it also has a sense of elegance to it.

True or not, Luka thinks that to calm himself down.

Ivan drives down the streets and parks at the end of a narrow street. "we're here!" he says as he looks at Luka expecting him to get out of the car.

"This is goodbye, at least for now. I live in Barcelona, a bit of a distance away, huh?" He chuckles, slightly leaning over. Ivan then chucks the keychain he had dangled.

"You're first souvenir, my numbers on there. Give me a call, okay?" Luka catches it with both of his hands and looks at it. He immediately smiles, looking up and saying 'Thank you.'

Ivan smiles in response.

Luka turns to stare out at the busy streets and crowded shops. He isn't sure about this, but he's gonna have to get out sooner or later. Luka slowly reaches for the door handle and hesitantly opens the door.

Luka looks over to Ivan, who still has a playful smirk on his face. Ivan sees Luka's hesitant stare and can't help but chuckle at him, looking like a child on their first day of school.

With this encouraging reaction from Ivan, Luka finally decides to step outside of the car. He can't help but be slightly overwhelmed by everything around him, it's definitely a shock and the feeling of anxiety is slowly creeping back into him.

Luka reminds himself of what his mother told him once he got here. There's a cafe, he lives above it and the owner will give him the keys. He just has to give his name. That's it, all he needs to do.

Luka's parents managed to make a deal, luka could have the apartment as long as he worked as payment. Which sounds good but Luka won't be getting paid in money, but at least he has a place to stay.

Luka takes a deep breath as he takes the situation in. Trying to desperately calm his nerves down. He reminds himself again of the same thing that his mother told him before coming here. Just go into the cafe and give them his name, and he'd be set.

It sounds much easier than it actually is, even just arriving here and leaving the car was a big step. He knows if he doesn't get this over and done with, he'll never get settled. Hyping himself up, Luka gets himself ready and starts walking towards the cafe shop front.

Luka approaches the cafe shop front, standing in front of the glass window and can see people behind the counter serving drinks. He's hoping that he's at the right place and that this isn't just some random cafe.

He checks the sign and sees that it says the name of the shop is in English. Luka's heart rate increases slightly and he takes a deep breath before pushing open the door.

The inside of the cafe is much neater than he expected, it isn't too busy and it's organized and clean. Luka goes up to the counter and clears his throat a little, he's trying to appear as mature and serious as possible.

"Erm, my name is Luka Modric and I'm here for the apartment upstairs," he says, sounding awkward and nervous as he does so.

The woman behind the counter looks up at Luka, she raises an eyebrow with a slight hint of disbelief on her face.

"You're the new tenant?" she asks, her tone is cautious and she sounds a little bit unimpressed.

Luka nods his head and replies "Yes, I am" he confirms, making eye contact with her and he seems rather anxious at this moment.

"Have you got the key?" she asks, raising her eyebrow higher and her tone remains sceptical almost unimpressed.

Luka hesitates for a moment, he did not think the process would be this hard. "No, I haven't been given a key yet", he replies softly.

"Is there somebody that can give me the key?" he asks, slightly nervous now as he's not sure what she's trying to do? of course, he's not been given a key he's just arrived.

The woman's expression remains the same and she keeps looking at Luka with an unimpressed look. "Well, who are you living in the apartment with?" she asks, she's very direct.

Luka hesitates for a moment, he's getting a bit frustrated with how this is going so far. "I'm living by myself," he states, hoping he's not breaking any rules by doing so.

The woman stares at Luka as if he has said something wrong. There's a couple of seconds of silence. "How old are you?" she finally asks, she seems somewhat concerned that he's living by himself.

"I'm sixteen," Luka replies, feeling more and more anxious and confused by her reaction.

"You're sixteen years old and you're living alone?" she asks, her expression seeming to have been softened by the information of Luka's age. But there is still definitely a hint of concern and disbelief in her tone.

"Yes, my family and I made a compromise that I would come and live here and work," Luka replies, feeling the need to explain himself further.

"So it's all been decided and I'm here now, I need a key." he follows up, trying to get the ball back to the woman behind the counter.

"Okay, and you've arranged with the owner that you'd be working here right?" she asks. Her tone now has a subtle tone of friendliness to it, she's acting less formal than before.

"Yes, my parents did make an arrangement. I'm going to be working here after school and in exchange I'll be given the place of an apartment to live in." Luka explains. He's starting to feel a little bit better but is still anxious. She's not being as formal anymore and seems a lot more friendly now that she's got more information.

"Okay," she says with a sigh of relief, she's relieved that everything has been taken care of and planned out. "Okay, let me see if there's a key for you", she gets up from where she's standing at the counter and walks off into the back room. Luka waits and listens to her rummage around, he can hear the jingling of keys and the sounds of her steps. The anticipation is killing him.

A few seconds later, the woman comes walking back with a key in her hand. "Here, you can take this key," she says as she hands the key to Luka, and her expression is serious again as she looks him in the eyes.

Her tone becomes a little bit stern too, as if reminding him that she still isn't entirely convinced of him being responsible enough to live alone.

Luka takes the key from her hand.

"Thank you," he says, his tone is calm and polite. The woman gives him one final stare before nodding her head in approval and speaking with a slightly more friendly tone.

"You're welcome," she says, she takes some papers out and slides them towards Luka. "Here are your employment papers, sign them and this will be considered your official start to work," she says, she hands him a pen as well and he signs the papers.

"Great." the woman replies with a relaxed tone, she's feeling more at ease now that Luka has officially come to live here. "Now, you'll be back after school to work, correct?" she asks, she just wants to make sure that he's got everything sorted out and he knows exactly what to do.

"I will come back after school" Luka confirms, he's a bit confused as to why she keeps asking him the same things over and over but doesn't let himself get frustrated. he understands that he is still a kid and so it's only natural that other people will treat him as such. she finally seems satisfied with his response and gets up from the counter, the friendly expression reappears on her face, she leans forward towards Luka and gives him a little pat on the shoulder.

"Welcome to Madrid," she says, the expression on her face is sincere.

That's when it all hits him, he is, in fact. In Madrid.

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kleptocurency · 4 months

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pairing: Luka modric/Sergio ramos

wordcount: 2303

summary: tattoo artist Luka x sergio

AN// this is just a rough draft!

It was a slow day. He was told by the lack of appointments slapped across his computer screen.

Actually, most days were slow. Luka's Tattoo Parlor wasn't exactly booming with business. Sure, he had his appointments with regulars which, fortunately, paid his bills.

However, it just made him get by. So, Luka ended up taking down a printed sheet of paper on his door that stated he only takes via appointment. He simply didn't have the funds to be picky about his customers.

Though, a few hours into his morning he regrets taking that paper down.

Luka is sitting on a large stool, and Marcelo is late which is making Luka's leg bounce. Marcelo was notorious for being late to everything, including work. Which pisses Luka off, he loves his best friend, don't get him wrong.

Marcelo just had a sixth sense that made him know what buttons to push. Luka sighed into his hand, he barely got any sleep last night, too busy working on some sketches some clients had asked him to draw up.

Luka doesn't want to be working at the counter, he's too tired to deal with anyone. But his colleague, soon-to-be former colleague is taking his sweet time in getting in that glass door.

He glances up at the clock on the wall to his right, 10:36. He opened the shop over half an hour ago, where is he?

The only sound was Luka's leg bouncing up and down and the impatient tapping against the wooden desk. He really should put some music on, for his sanity, he also doesn't want to listen to whatever Marcelo deems fit for today.

He drags himself to his sound system, which was Spotify. Luka leaned heavily on his hand as he scrolled absentmindedly till he clicked a random playlist and put Bluetooth on.

He thanks whoever came up with that.

Soon enough low music comes through the speakers around the shop. Luka closes the tab and is faced with his dull schedule for today.

The Tattoo Parlor wasn't exactly a bustling hotspot, so Luka was used to the occasional quiet day, but he was struggling to stay awake this morning.

As Luka closed the tab and took in his dull schedule for that day, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gloom start to settle around him. His business wasn't exactly flourishing, and it didn't look like he would have much to keep him busy throughout the day. He settled back into his seat and let out a tired sigh.

The calmness of the morning was suddenly interrupted by a loud bang on the shop's doors. Luka jumped in his seat and then looked up to see Marcelo entering the shop, a half-eaten croissant in one hand and a phone in the other.

"Sorry I'm late Lukita, traffic was a nightmare," Marcelo said, taking a seat in the chair nearest the entrance while chewing on his croissant.

"Yeah, sure," Luka replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Traffic" was Marcelo's go-to excuse for everything.

Marcelo glanced up from his croissant to see Luka giving him a death stare. He laughed heartily. "Relax. I'm just messing with ya, chill." Marcelo said, waving off Luka's annoyance.

Luka ignored Marcelo and instead walked back to his counter with heavy steps. As if he was punishing Marcelo for being late by not talking to him. Marcelo just laughed to himself while taking the last bite of his croissant, all while looking up at the clock, which was now 10:43.

"So," Marcelo began, "anything planned for today?"

Marcelo glanced up from his croissant to see Luka giving him a death stare. He laughed heartily. "Relax. I'm just messing wit' ya, chill." Marcelo said, waving off Luka's annoyance.

"So," Marcelo began, "anything planned for today?"

"A few appointments, thankfully," Luka said.

Marcelo nodded in agreement before his eyes suddenly widened. "Wait a second," He said, "Did I forget about something?"

"Forgot about something?" Luka scoffed, annoyed.

"Did I have an appointment I completely forgot about?" Marcelo asked, frantically. His phone was still in his hand as he checked his calendar. "C'mon c'mon, come on!" Marcelo muttered to himself.

"Hey, calm down," Luka said, "You're getting all worried over nothing."

"Dude, I am not worried over nothing, you know how much I hate missing appointments. I have this client coming in an hour and I barely have enough time to set up, much less prep for an entire tattoo!" Marcelo's tone became panicked, his fingers moving quickly as he searched through his phone. Luka sighed, he wasn't getting through to Marcelo at all.

"Marce, chill, here." Luka walked over to Marcelo and started searching through his calendar on his phone.

"Oh," Luka muttered, his eyes widening. "Ok, you might actually have a problem."

"Yeah, I already figured that out, Luka. thanks." Marcelo said, sarcastically.

"You have an appointment with Sergio Ramos, and he's gonna be here in 10 minutes," Luka said.

"Sergio Ramos?" Marcelo asked, sounding confused.

"Who the bloody hell is Sergio Ramos?"

"Dude, how do you not know who Sergio Ramos is? He's a pretty famous footballer, he plays for Real Madrid or something. some big club, anyway. " Luka said, sounding puzzled, half shrugging.

"The football guy?" Marcelo asked, sounding even more confused. "Why the hell is he coming here to get a tattoo?"

"I don't know. But he's coming here." Luka said, a scoff coming out his mouth. sounding slightly annoyed. He started pacing around the studio, deep in thought.

"Ok, Ok, look. I'm sure it'll all be fine. There's gotta be a reason he wants a tattoo from us. We'll just talk to him, and see what's up. If he doesn't want a tattoo, we'll send him away, simple as that."

"Yeah, I guess so," Marcelo replied, his tone doubtful.

"But that's assuming he even shows up." Luka shrugged. "No offence, but he's a pretty famous guy, he could be a no-show and we won't have to worry."

"Exactly! Now, come on. We still have a little time, let's set everything up and see what happens."

Marcelo shrugged, not quite optimistic that Sergio Ramos would actually show up. They both got to work preparing for Sergio's appointment and waited. And waited. And waited.

When the appointment time came and went with no sign of Sergio Ramos, Luka and Marcelo looked at each other and laughed. "Told you he wasn't gonna show up," Marcelo said, smugly.

"You told me nothing, actually." Luka points an accusatory finger at Marcelo, who dismisses him with a hand. Marcelo seems to visibly relax, he walks off deeper into the shop, probably to prep for the next appointment.

After the shop was all cleaned up and ready for the next appointment, Luka took a seat and started drawing in his notebook. He was in the middle of finishing off a drawing of his latest tattoo idea when the bell above the door suddenly rang, signalling that a customer had finally arrived.

"Oh look who finally took long enough," Luka said with a smirk, glancing up from his sketchbook and towards the entrance.

"Oh boy," Luka said under his breath as he recognized Sergio Ramos enter his shop.

Sergio smiled and gave Luka and Marcelo a wave as he walked up to the counter. "Sorry I'm late, I got stuck in a bit of traffic."

Marcelo and Luka shared a look before looking back to Sergio, both of them confused.

"That's one hell of a traffic jam," Marcelo said, his tone dry. Sergio laughed and shrugged as he leaned over the counter to get a closer look at what Luka was drawing.

"I've heard stories," Luka says quietly. He raises his eyebrows as he gives a hard glance to Marcelo, who sheepishly smiles at him.

"Hey, eyes off," Luka warned, covering his sketchbook with his hand. "This is private." He does not like this guy so far.

Sergio laughed and put his hands up in defence. "No worries, I was just curious." He said. "I'm Sergio Ramos by the way, I know I'm a bit late but I'm here to get a tattoo. Thought I was in the wrong shop, seeing you have none." Sergio points at Luka, who tries his best to hide a scowl but it shows.

Sergio turned to Marcelo and flashed a small smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Marcelo waved, still slightly confused by the entire situation.

"Right, let me look at our schedule," Luka said, pulling up the calendar on his computer.

To his surprise, Sergio Ramos' appointment was on the calendar and it was 2 hours ago. "Huh," Luka muttered under his breath, his tone perplexed yet annoyed. "Yeah, your appointment was a while ago but I guess I could squeeze you in now."

Sergio gives a small nod before leaning over the counter, his body language seemingly relaxed.

"Do you know exactly what you want to get tattooed?" Luka asked, trying to ignore the weird situation he found himself in.

Sergio nodded and turned around, pointing at the small of his back. "I wanted to get something like this. A small rose on the back, it doesn't have to be so simple though, you can do whatever you want." Sergio said, now he seems to be interested in the blonde before him.

"Well, that's not up to me to decide." Luka clicks out of his schedule, choosing to look somewhere other than where Ramos is. "You're Marcelo's appointment, he's just over there" Luka moves a bit on his stool to show Sergio who Marcelo is.

"Of course, of course!" Sergio smiled, looking over at Marcelo. "Nice to meet you."

"You too," Marcelo replied, his tone sincere. "I wasn't really expecting this today."

"I never do things the easy way, so I'm not surprised." Sergio chuckled. "What do you do usually?"

"I'm a tattoo artist," Marcelo said. "I've only been working here for about a month or two, but It's been going well so far. I've been tattooing for years though, my portfolios are over there if you'd like to check them out. What about you?"

"I'm a footballer," Sergio said, his tone nonchalant.

"A footballer?" Marcelo said, nervously. He found that out a few minutes ago, with the help of Luka.

"I've actually been following along with some leagues, been super cool. That's cool. You're cool, uhm, you know. Must be cool. "

Sergio smiled, he was used to this reaction. "Yeah, it's pretty cool. How about you, do you play any football?"

"Not professionally, no," Marcelo said. "I used to play a bit in university, but I don't think that counts."

"Hermano, it still counts." Sergio laughed.

"Yeah, it was pretty fun," Marcelo said, looking back at Luka who was working and pretending not to listen.

Sergio had noticed and looked over. "Is he alright?" He asked Marcelo.

Marcelo nodded. "Yeah, he just gets grumpy when he's not tattooing, that's all."

"Ah, gotcha. I like your tattoos by the way." Sergio said, pointing at Marcelo's left forearm.

Marcelo looked down, his forearm was covered in various tattoos, some of which he had done himself. "Thanks," Marcelo said, sounding sincere

Sergio glanced over at Luka, who was still working on his sketchbook. Sergio looked like he was waiting for the right time to ask him something.

"So, um, I have a proposal for you." Sergio began, his tone slightly awkward.

Luka looked up, his attention now caught by the football player. "Go ahead." He said

Sergio took a deep breath. "Um, I'd like to get a tattoo from you." The footballer said, his tone hopeful.

"You want me to tattoo you?" Luka asked, his tone more confused than anything else.

"Yes," Sergio said, sounding equally confused. "Why is that so confusing?"

"You're not my client," Luka said, a bit harshly. "You're his. " gesturing at Marcelo, who still stood watching the conversation from his set-up.

"But the thing is..." Sergio said, seemingly reluctant. "I like what you drew." He sounded a bit embarrassed.

Luka looked up from his notebook, suddenly intrigued. "What did I draw? "

Sergio pointed at the doodle of the heart flower Luka was finishing off. "Your tattoo idea."

"Oh, right," Luka said. His tone turned hesitant. "Well, to be honest with you, I... I wasn't planning on doing anything with this design. It was just something I was working on for fun."

"Well, your fun tattoo idea is great," Sergio said, a smile spreading across his face. "I have a special occasion coming up and I was hoping you could help me celebrate it with a tattoo."

"Oh, um, that's very flattering, but... " Luka said, his tone awkward.

"Please," Sergio said, almost pleading. "I really like your design. I'm a big fan of flowers and this tattoo would mean a lot to me. For something so special, why don't I pay you extra? "

Both Marcelo and Luka like the idea of extra money. Now, Marcelo, behind Sergio is very dramatically begging Luka to take this on, his hands prayed together.

"Alright." Luka finally shrugged, knowing there was no point in fighting it. "I don't know what I can design in that short of a time frame, but I'll make it work."

Sergio smiled and gave Luka a quick hug. "Thank you."

Luka returned to his sketchbook, beginning to work out ideas in his head. Marcelo looked at him like his friend was a hero because as far as he's concerned, Luka was.

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