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sun - lucas x gn reader

fluff, r&j au

he forbids his gaze to waver from the balcony where you rest, arms folded on the balustrade, chin bed atop your wrist. though his mind cannot form a thought alongside his thoughts of you, it notes the resemblance you bear to the cherub that made him fall.

thrice, the times you sigh. each filled with more longing than the one prior, your heart aching for the one from the ball, who you know not watches in the darkened shadow you cast, because-

“y/n is the sun.”

there is no denying his affection as it grows tenfold in your presence, only to grow tenfold again as you speak. “oh yukhei, yukhei! wherefore art thou yukhei?”

he swells at your call, his weakened knees carrying him to the trellis from which a hundred roses wilt as even more grow. “deny thy father and refuse thy name. or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love.” do you speak from your heart? in the blanket of night and under the guise of solitude, you cry into the night for him. your heart cries out for him. “and i’ll no longer be a lee.”

lucas knows not whether to hear more or to speak, though his intent is unclear. he longs to drink your tears, sweeter than honey and more sacred than the holiest spring. but you speak once more, and when you speak he must listen. to your scorn at the value of a name, to your wish to be rid of yours and he rid of his. because what are names but glorified prefixes? is a rose not still a rose if called by any other name? would it not still smell as sweet? What are names but a hindrance? for travel and for trade; for innocent love in full bloom.

“yukhei, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee, take all myself.”

“i take thee at thy word.”

you falter as though his words were meant in jest, words that could cost him his fortune, his family and his future. but you know not who it is, as he stands bescreened in the night, hidden in your shadow though desperately craving your light. at once, lucas steps out, giving in to his desires and revealing your words were not in vain. that they did not pour into the sticky night to die without document. that they were heard as proclamation, a private sermon to the one you meant them for. the one who should not be here.

though you have seen his face but a few scattered times, it would be a falsehood to deny knowing your intruder. you have yet to hear him speak more than a few words but you would utter untruths to deny knowing the sound. one laced in desire, in determination, in devotion.

in return though, you jest. “art thou not yukhei and a wong?”

“neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.”

you pay heed to his confession, words that if received by the wrong ears, would cost him greatly. as you ponder, he climbs, his limbs working on their own to cling and manoeuvre and carry himself to you. when he steps onto the balcony, his skin burning in your light, his knees buckling under your gaze, he is neither a wong nor yukhei, lucas. he wish not to be known by any other name besides that which you desire. because in this time he is the son of daedalus. here he is icarus, and y/n is the sun.

before long, he sees your eyes drown in unease and fears you regret his arrival. but as your eyes hasten to sweep the orchard below, and your quarters to your side, he sees it is for him. “thy kinsmen are no let to me,” he smirks, taking a firm step forward. he is icarus. you are the sun.

“if they do see thee, they will murder thee.” oh, you have welcomed in a mad man, you think as he grins, somehow comforted that your concerns are for him and not for you both as one. his palms glide up and down your arms as you shudder in memory of your kinsmen. lee minhyung, who is woefully protective. ten lee, who is matchless in pride. lee taeyong, who is notoriously cruel. “i would not for the world they saw thee here.”

lucas does not think for himself anymore for his heart is the agent. it orders his steps, it brought him here to you. in kind, you are drawn to him too. tour heart hammering, holding you where you stand. his fingers ghost over the skin of your cheek as your neck folds, pressing the flesh flush to his palm. he cannot think for himself, for his pride or his life. for his pride is tied to his name, and his name is no longer his life. you are. because he is icarus, and you are the sun.

“let them find me here.” he whispers, cradling your head between his palms. his round eyes gleam, reflecting your own light down on you. his heart makes quick work syncing with your own, beating in time with the soft breaths passing betwixt the two soft petals that implore him to have a taste. but his words come first, as do you always. “my life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.”

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è la persona migliore che esista. ogni parte di lui mi lascia senza parole e mi scalda il cuore. sento il bisogno di averlo affianco, nella mia normalità. ha un animo così puro, candido e gentile, ma allo stesso tempo è una persona matura, determinata e forte. mi ha curata e mi fa stare bene ogni secondo, mi ha trasmesso la grinta per superare prove che reputavo difficili, mi ha tenuto stretta nei miei sogni. lo amo.

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I am so utterly, blissfully, and stupidly in love with you and I hope that one day I can tell you how much I love you in person.

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kiss me and smile and watch me melt into your eyes

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[3:59am] "I've never met someone like you," you tell Lucas Wong, golden retriever-personified, owner of the biggest smile you've seen. On a particularly blue Monday at 4am he stands tall, golden, and watches the city wake up with you. You are pale with bloodshot eyes and your shaking fingers do a poor job at mirroring the confidence with which he directs himself. "I've met children like you, but at your age they're completely jaded. Like life sucked the soul and the happy out of them. Theres always someone telling these tiny, happy children that they're worthless and there's nothing to be happy about..."

"Is that what you were like, before this? Like, you were like me as a kid?" Maybe he's imagining your baby photos as he says this. His eyes glazed over and his dimples appeared. You didn't know this, but he was fighting the urge to hold your hand, or touch your shoulder. Broken as you were, he was falling in love with all the pieces of you in every passing second.

"No," you answered curtly, flicking red-hot cigarette ash off the balcony to the car park below, getting ready to get back inside. Your eyes are on the ground, looking at his dirty shoes. Avoiding eye contact because you know he's smiling, avoiding that kindness behind his sparkling eyes. You dont know how someone could be so jealous of the same person they're in love with. You whisper the most honest sentence you'll ever tell anyone: "I never had a chance to be happy."

Lucas grabs your now-free hand. "It's okay, Y/N. Happiness... it's easy. You'll be happy. You'll see." And he brings you inside his arms, warm, protected. Every bad memory from your past lost.

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capture time with birthday boy seonghwa 🌸

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i miss mingi sm

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best nose in nct is actually louis

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BOSS: Lucas

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