#dad!luke hughes drabble

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https://www.tumblr.com/fiastomatocheek/786065288231829504/what-did-luke-do-for-reader-to-breakup-with-him

we must know how she goes about asking quinn, jack and potentially ellen and jim!! i’d feel like she’d need the dirt on exactly how broken up luke was over her lol!! she’d definitely not be satisfied and make life harder for luke bc suddenly he never deserved her mom at all and must be walked on a leash to prove his devotion

DETECTIVE LUCY JOY HUGHES — DAD!LUKE DRABBLE

series: ‘happiness is a warm blanket’

pair: dad!luke hughes x f!reader

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Lucy sat wedged safely between her Nana and Papa, kicking her feet against the seat and licking her lollipop with a dramatic expression.

“Nana… do you… do you know Mommy broke up with Snoopy once?”

Lucy said quietly, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.

Ellen exchanged a nervous glance with Jim. “Who told you that, Luce?”

“Nico! Nico said it! I feel sad for Snoopy, Nana.”

Across from them, you tightened your grip on Luke’s hand. Luke sighed, closing his eyes briefly.

“I thought we were over this.”

He turned toward his daughter. “Actually, baby… Mommy broke up with me twice. Can you believe that?”

Lucy’s jaw fell in pure shock. “TWICE! IS IT TRUE, MOMMY? IS IT TRUE?”

“That’s… a dramatic way to put it.”

You pressed your free hand to your forehead, reluctantly smiling.

“Yes. I did break up with him twice.”

“That’s so sad for Snoopy.” Lucy turned toward her Uncle Rowdy.

“But why did Mommy do that? Did Snoopy cry?”

Rowdy nodded solemnly. “He cried… many tears, Luce.”

Lucy pressed further, eyebrows furrowing with a piercing curiosity.

“Did Snoopy date anyone after that?”

“That’s when Jack made a mess of things.” Quinn sighed.

“He set him up… with someone else.”

“That’s true.” Luke turned toward Quinn, eyebrows raised.

“Hey! It was you and Jack who set me up for that date.”

“That’s not the point.” Lucy turned back toward you.

“Mommy, why did you break up with Snoopy the second time?”

“That, Luce…” You paused for a moment, choosing your words carefully, “…is a very long story.”

“That’s okay Mommy! I want the long story! Did you break up because you were mad? Did Snoopy forget something? Did he break a plate or something?”

Luke tried to hold back a laugh. “I think I might break a plate or two just by dropping them.”

“That’s not funny, Snoopy! This is important!” Lucy turned back toward her uncles.

“Did Snoopy say sorry? Did he bring flowers? Did he make cookies? Did he do a romantic song?”

“That last one might be a little much.” Quinn grinned.

“He tried… I think he serenaded her with a Coldplay song, Luce.”

“That’s so romantic! Did it work? Did it make Mommy happy again?”

“That’s a very good question.” You exchanged glances with Luke.

“Maybe we’ll tell you… when you’re a little bit older.”

Lucy nodded boldly. “Okay. I’m gonna ask you all the details… later. Because I’m your family’s detective. And I need all the clues.”

Luke tightened his arm around your shoulder with a affectionate squeeze.

“Detective Lucy… you’re a tough investigator.”

And as the boat glided toward the dock, you knew there was much more questioning to come but there was also so much love tying you together.

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Quinn Hughes

Everything Else | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Smut, Size Kink, Mild choking, Unprotected sex]

Treat | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Smut, Kisses and Oral (fem receiving)]

One. Two. Three. | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Smut or smut(ish), Sloppy kisses and (kiss)Marking, Slightest bit of choking]

Perfectly Divine | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+ , Smut, Implied Unprotected Sex, Oral (fem receiving), Face-sitting, Cum eating.]

Trouble | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+ , Smut, Masturbation, a dash of Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex, Brief Choking, Use of ‘hubby’]

Payback | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+ , Smut, Oral sex (m receiving) / Blowjob, Hair tugging, Choking (on dick) / gagging, slight Overstimulation (m)]

Fifteen | Q x Fem!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Smut, Handjob with spitting, Hair tugging, Overstimulation (both), Oral sex , slight Choking, slight Dominance] | Part 2 of Payback [A part of a whole or A standalone]

Forbidden Feelings | Male Stripper!Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+ , Smut, Stripping, Love Confession, Dry Humping, Unprotected Sex, Mild Choking, Quinn falls first and falls harder]

Blues and Ease | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Fluff (cuddles and kisses), Hurt/Comfort, showering together, a dash of separation anxiety Quinn]

Popcorn and Sweets | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Fluff (cuddles and kisses), Slight brat behavior, very slight suggestive tone]

Breakfast & Tattoos | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Smut, Unprotected sex, Tattoo healing inaccuracy]

Beers and Dares | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Alcohol Consumption (just Quinn shotgunning lmao), A bit suggestive]

Beers and Kisses | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Smut, Alcohol Consumption (heavy on this), Unprotected Sex, Drunk sex, Semi-Public sex, Praise Kink] | Part 2 of Beers and Dares

Stay with me | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Fluff (hugs and kisses)]

Broken Promise, Broken Cards | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Smut, Spanking and pussy slapping, Edging, Unprotected sex, Squirting]

Spoken Gestures | Q x Deaf-and-F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Smut, Slight description of a past injury (blood and stitches), Choking, Oral sex (fem receiving), Unprotected Sex]

Cramped Space | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Smut, Semi-Public Sex (car sex), Unprotected Sex]

Burning Touches | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Body worship (m!receving), Teasing, Unprotected Sex, Overstimulation (m)]

His Little Princess | dad!Q x Pregnant/mom!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Fluff, a bit suggestive tones. Pregnancy and birthing (mentions of cravings, pain during labor, epidural)]

Fairylights and Wildflowers | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Smut, Exploration of Hobbies (shopping, crocheting, puzzles), lots of Kisses, Semi-Public sex / Pool sex , Unprotected sex]

Outfits & Evasions | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Fluff, lots of kisses, Tiktok Challenge: Think fast, I'm a random girl. Slight suggestive tones]

Lines plus Chances | Q x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content (omitted / only kisses), Suggestive tones, Mentions of blind boxes]

Jack Hughes

Caught | Jack x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Smut, Masturbation (usage of toy), Dom-Sub dynamics (dom!Jack), Cockwarming as punishment, Degradation then Praises, Unprotected sex, Aftercare]

Luke Hughes

Cookies, Coffee, and Milk | Lukey x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Fluff (cuddles and kisses), Slight Overthinking Luke]

Nico Hischier

In His Arms | Nico x F!Reader | [Warnings: 18+, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddles and Kisses, Crying, Protective Nico]

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Daddy Jack and Baby Jack | Jack Hughes Drabbles

I have so many daddy Jack drafts that are a fourth done but rn I’m loving writing smaller works and having requests come in to respond to. This is kindaaa based on those works.

Jack has a baby girl first, and what’s a more fitting name for the future J Hughes legacy than Jaqueline

The first thing Jack does when he finds out you’re pregnant is buy little skates. He can’t wait til baby can walk so he can get them on the ice

Although you wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret until you were further along, Jack couldn’t help but call everyone he knows to tell them the news

“I nutted in her, and now we’re having a baby Quinn” “Err, ew? Okay? Congratulations?”

Every time Jack sees something baby related he buys it. No hesitation. The baby room is so filled that it’s starting to get hard to walk in.

Baby girl looks just like her mama but with Jack’s smile. She is literally the splitting image of you, which Jack loves so much

Although she looks like her mama she acts just like her daddy. She has all the same mannerisms as Jack. You even caught the two sleeping the exact same, turning and shuffling at the same time

All the boys love to call her Jaq Jaq but Trevor calls her little Hughes

Speaking of Trevor, the two of them are always going at it. Y/n and Jack find it hilarious to hear Trevor argue with a literal child

She of course as the first Hughes baby is spoiled to deathhhh, which you try to lay off but between her dad and uncles you really can’t help it

Uncle Quinn and Uncle Luke are always taking her out to do something. When things go quiet and she’s nowhere to be found the first thing you do is Group FaceTime the two boys, and on one phone your baby will pop up on the camera saying “hiiiiiii”

Jack gets jealous when he sees baby girl bond with his brothers or friends on the level they do

“I though I was special,” he’ll grumpily say

But at the same time he is so happy everyone loves her as much as he does

He takes baby girl to every single practice and game in hopes that she will like the sport

Which of course she does

She goes to every game wearing an 86 jersey and a red and black tutu sometimes even little tiny devil horns

But one time she wore Luke’s jersey and Jack felt so betrayed

He literally took the jersey off his back and told her to put it on

At first she was scared of the Devils mascot but now she can’t leave it alone

Baby Jaq hates being in the box seats and much rather prefers being right by the glass so she can say hi to daddy

The amount of times Jack skates by just to tap the glass and say hi >>>

Ofc all the players have to say hi to her at least once or she gets mad at them

She’ll go into the locker room after the game and go up to them like “I know you saw me say hi why didn’t you say hi back?”

Baby Jaq loves to walk the red carpets with her daddy

She feels like a little superstar and thinks all the pictures being taken are for her

Secretly one of her fave players is Nico

He always says yes to playing with her before and after games so she likes him the best

You catch them playing with dolls together while he’s supposed to be in practice

And while he’s on the bench baby Jaq tries to tie his hair up and put bows she brought on him

Nico actually wears it under his helmet but you can see the little pink and yellow bows sticking out

Jack and Luke get jealous because why did she choose Nico to give a makeover to??

Next thing you know everybody on the Devs is wearing bows in their hair

Baby Jaq is just everything to Jack, she’s his whole world and best friend aside from you

He’s just so happy he can raise a little human alongside the love of his life

[midnightsnyx]

BLURBS/DRABBLES

jealousy, jealousy / matthew tkachuk

bad day / matthew tkachuk

girl dad / trent frederic

lake days / brock boeser

love song / nathan mackinnon

playing games / jack hughes

proposals / matthew tkachuk

confessions / brady skjei

nice thoughts / luke hughes

oh baby / quinn hughes

sweet as sugar / leon draisaitl

something warm / quinn hughes

drunk dialed / part 1, part 2 / matthew tkachuk

this one was for you / carter verhaeghe

beautiful girl / matthew tkachuk

bed head / leon draisaitl

broken frame / nico hischier

lazy sundays / nico hischier

hush / nico hischier

museum meet cute / nico hischier

aquarium dates / matthew tkachuk

beautiful smile / arber xhekaj

drunken confessions / arber xhekaj

sleepy mornings / nate mackinnon

confessions / phillipp grubauer

snuggle bug / nico hischier

realizations / nico hischier

sweater weather / tyson jost

marathon training / quinn hughes

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Goodbye Sis

Steven Crain x reader

Word Count:1150

Warnings: language I think, the haunting of hill house spoilers

Author’s Note: I actually had so much fun writing this one! I’m so glad that your favorite is also Steve because honestly what a baby boy. I’m sorry it’s so sad but we love Nell and she deserved better.

Request: by @nightingale-1998 . , Hi sorry to bother you i hope I did this correctly it is my first time requesting so I am not sure how it works. Would you be able to do a drabble for Hill house with Steven were the reader is pregnant when the whole thing with Nellie happens. Sorry if it is not clear as I said this is my first time requesting.

Summary: the request

Genre: angst

(not my gif)

“Steve?” you called through the halls of your house, looking through the endless rooms to find your husband. You held your stomach as you waddled, only 4 months pregnant now but still feeling all of the annoying affects. When he didn’t answer you spoke louder. “Marco?!” you yelled.

“Polo!” he screamed back from downstairs. You grinned and started your descent down the stairs to what you were guessing was the office. You were right and walked in on Steve typing on his computer, glasses on. You leaned against the door and waited for him to look up. He did and when he saw you he leaned back, taking his glasses off and placing them carefully on the desk.

“You are gorgeous you know that?” he muttered and you rolled your eyes.

“Hugh called. He said he needed to talk to you,” you told him, handing him his phone he had left on the bedside table. He sighed.

“Jesus no thank you,” he mumbled, trying to shoo it away but you shoved it in his hands.

“He sounded worried Stevie. You should call him back,” you told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He nodded, putting his hand on on top of yours and taking the phone with the other.

“Just 5 more months and then I can fight you again,” he said causing you to laugh lightly.

“It’s not like you had nothing to do with these hormones hot stuff. Call your dad please,” you whispered. He nodded and let you leave the room.

You strayed by the door for a moment, just to make sure he was talking on the other side, then walked to the living room to pick up a book or something. You were curled up on the couch when you heard Steve come barreling through the office doors. He was distraught by the looks of it and by seeing him, phone down and obviously sad, you stood up.

“Stevie? What is it?” you whispered and he came walking toward you, there in two long strides, and wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug and burying his face as far into your shoulder as he could get himself.

Thoughts ran through your head, none of them good and you started to almost start crying with him, not even knowing what was happening. Stupid hormones.

“Steve? What’s happened?” you asked, voice breaking. Steve was crying into you and he was trying to choke out the answers but he wasn’t able to get it out. You waited a moment more.

“It’s Nellie,” he whispered.

Memories came through your head of a beautiful girl, someone you had known for a while long, since she was in her teens to her wedding.

She had been calling you her sister since the beginning of time.

“You’re going to marry Steve aren’t you?” she asked you, sitting across from you at the tea table. Neither of you had grown out of it, she was 15 you were 18, the same age as Steve. You had been dating since you were Nell’s age.

“I don’t know yet Nellie,” you told her, pouring some of the actual tea in your cup. She smiled at you and you could see her innocence in her eyes.

“I think you will. He really loves you,” she said and you shrugged.

“I really love him too.”

“What happened to Nell?” you whisper asked.

Your wedding day. You were so nervous. Shirley was standing in front of you, fixing your hair as Theo was behind you in the room, surveying the bar in the back room where you were. Nell was watching you at the bottom of the dress, fixing the train.

“He’s going to run away,” you muttered. Theo laughed and you could see her behind you in the mirror.

“If Steve was gonna run away he would have done it with the stash on booze down here. Oh wow there’s a bottle gone,” she muttered. Nell stood up and hit her.

“You’re not helping the nerves Theo! Steve is not going to run away Y/N,” she promised. Shirley nodded.

“No way is that boy going anywhere today. If he did I’d kill him so fast you wouldn’t have a chance to make little miny Steve’s or Y/N’s,” she muttered, moving back to admire her handy work. Theo’s phone buzzed and she picked it up with her gloves.

“It’s starting. Shirl?” Shirley nodded and she kissed you on the forehead before leaving the room to get in line to get out. Nell was walking you down the aisle, per your request. Your parents were here but you lived a lot with the Crains when you were younger so your dad thought it would be funny to have her walk you. You stood at the back of the line, Shirley's kids in front of you.

“You look gorgeous!” she whisper screamed. You smiled at her, nerves bouncing through you.

“If I wasn’t marrying Steve I’d marry you,” you joked and she laughed.

The doors opened and you walked forward, clinging to Nell.

The second you saw Steve she was giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Stevie thinks you’re gorgeous too.”

“She’s dead,” he whispered.

On Nell’s wedding day she insisted you walk her down. You called Luke when you were behind the curtains when you saw Shirley run outside to shoo him away.

“Hey Y/N,” he whispered. You smiled.

“Your sister would like to talk to you,” you told him. You could see your little brothers smile. You handed the phone over and they had a cheery conversation that you couldn’t understand from where you were sitting. But they were the twins and the twins did what they do best. Talked. When they were over, you grabbed Nell’s arm and lead her down the aisle where you watched her say her vows.

When you entered the cocktail hour you ran up to her and hugged, long and hard.

“Thank you Y/N,” she whispered.

“No Nellie thank you.”

“What happened?” you asked, crying already.

“She killed herself. In that goddamn house!”

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[witnessmarked]

alone.

One Word Drabbles

a·lone

adjective & adverb & verb & noun

to be trapped behind one’s own teeth.

the deprivation of loved ones, self inflicted or not.

Synonyms: trapped in a small room, beholden to the past, keeper of locked doors.

Hugh Crain, questionably sane, stood by himself against the glow of unfamiliar street lights, holding darkness within; he had stood silent for ten years and might keep silent for even longer. Within, his heart beat steadily, thoughts trailed quietly, resolve was firm, and mouth was sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the inside of Hugh’s teeth, and wherever he walked, he walked alone.

He was missing them all the time now. Steve was in his twenties, moved away from Janet to stay with Leigh, unsure of his future. Shirley wasn’t far behind, but she’d found the money to go to school, and so she was taking anatomy classes, talking about being a doctor, perhaps. Theo was still with Janet and running wild, bursting to leave the house, but still not ready to go off on her own. Luke had taken up drinking and getting in trouble at school, and Nellie was writing him letters about all of it.

Framed by the light of the stairway, Hugh made his way up to his apartment and collapsed into bed without a sound. The ache that had settled in his bones felt good, like he’d earned his rest, like maybe he’d done enough for the kids today. There was always an envelope ready, stuffed with most of his month’s paycheck to send to Janet, now being doled out to each kid for whatever they saw fit. It was never enough to send them to school, or to buy them all a house (a dream he’d long since given up), but the way his hands crusted over in the winter, and his back ached in the summer, he thought, it had to be enough. He’d always been the one to cut himself some slack. He and Olivia both. There were things out there that he could not control, and maybe they could hurt him, or the kids, but they were just the obstacles they had to pass.

He neglected to eat dinner in favor of dreaming. His eyes still open, he liked to drift off into his thoughts before he let his dreams take him into the dark. He reached into his memory for Olivia and came up with nothing. Today he was just too exhausted, it seemed, to hold a decent conversation.

Hugh was at the threshold of sleep when Olivia called his name.

“Hugh, did you read Nellie’s letter yet?”

He sat up.

“No, I thought I’d read it tomorrow so I could really, uh, process it.”

She handed it over to him, blue pen on manila puffalope. The stamp was a pastel colored bird. He ripped open the edge, too clumsy to get a clean tear.

Dear Dad,

I miss you as always and hope you’re doing well. Did you get that construction job you mentioned? I am finishing sophomore year with straight A’s, if you don’t count the B+ in math, and I’m doing well.

Luke got caught smoking in the bathroom again, so I guess your suggestion about getting him on the soccer team isn’t going to work out. He says he doesn’t like soccer anyway.

Theo got arrested for punching a stranger at a bus stop. He was being pretty rude, apparently, but I’m not sure about what. She doesn’t talk to us much these days.

I haven’t heard from Shirley or Steve lately, but I guess she’s doing well in college, and Steve was talking about buying an engagement ring for Leigh, but don’t tell anyone I told you.

Don’t work too hard, and remember you’re welcome to visit this Christmas. Janet said not to bother with gifts this year.

I love you,

Nell

A stain darkened next to the letters of her name. He wiped at his face and stood to grab a pen and paper. It was a strange coincidence how he felt that her letters only contained a tiny, tiny part of their lives, like looking at a mountain through a view finder, while the words he spoke only gave the tiniest glimpse into what he really wanted to say. With his letters, he could find his voice well enough to be mostly truthful with her.

Nellie,

I got the job, but it’s hard work. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to call or visit in awhile. I’m just tired. I’m happy though, because I should be able to send a little more your way for awhile, and I’m glad to hear you’re doing well. Tell your siblings I love them very much, especially Luke and Theo. It sounds like they need it.

I wish I knew how to help. They’re both going through their own trials and all I can think to do is to love them through it. I’ll try to make it for Christmas, and I’m bringing gifts. They’re already bought.

Tell Steve congratulations for me when he proposes. I’ll pretend to be surprised later. I’m so excited for him and Leigh, they’ve always been so wonderful together, supporting each other like the family I know they’ll be. I can’t explain how glad I am that he’s found someone.

This is unrelated, but if you can, ask him how his book is going.

I love you too,

Dad

He set the letter on his desk and lied back down, facing the empty side of the bed.

[fiastomatocheek]

SNOOPY CUTS ALL OF HIS CURLS OFF!

series: ‘happiness is a warm blanket’

pair: dad!luke hughes x f!reader

genre: family, fluff, humor, domestic cuteness.

warnings: none just pure fluff!

summary: father’s day was supposed to be filled with chocolate muffins, art, hugs, and happiness until luke decided it was time for a trim without letting anyone know. the result? a dramatic showdown when his 6-year-old sidekick, lucy, realizes their matching locks are gone.

fia’s note: i guess y’all saw it, right? luke’s curls are gone, i mean, gone gone and i’m honestly so sad. i miss his curls!! this can’t be real, please tell me i’m just having a bad dream 😂 and i think it’d be so fun if lucy found out he cut them without saying a word. you know luce would be soooo dramatic about it, gasping, pouting, maybe even staging a miniature protest.

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“That’s a looooot of chocolate chips, Mommy! Snoopy’s gonna be soooo happy when he sees them! Because Snoopy really loves chocolate, just like me! And we’re kind of the same person! Because we have matching…curls!!”

Lucy giggled, adding another generous handful of chocolate chips into the bowl.

“That’s true, you and Daddy are kindred spirits.”

You nodded warmly, smoothing a lock of her messy, wild hair.

“Curly team for life.”

“That’s right! Curls-for-Life!!”

Lucy cheered, bouncing up and down in her seat, nearly bouncing off it in pure happiness.

“Snoopy and me! Forever! Oh, Mommy, I made something for him! Do you wanna see??”

She darted toward a stack of art paper and tugged a large sheet from the pile.

“It’s a picture of me and Snoopy with matching curls! I made matching glitter borders! So pretty, right, Mommy??”

“That’s so beautiful, Luce.” You nodded, admiring the glitter-covered picture.

“He’s going to love it. This is a very special Father’s Day.”

Meanwhile, across town, Luke was sitting in a barbershop with Jack and Quinn. His nervous reflection stared back at him in the mirror.

“Are you sure I’m not making a mess?” he whispered quietly, tugging a lock of his thick, curly hair.

“That’s a big change. I know how much Lucy… and honestly my wife… love it.”

“That’s the point, Lukey.” Jack nodded casually, turning a page in his golf magazine.

“Change is a good thing. It grows back. Plus, it’s kind of a new era. You’re a dad Lukey, you’re not a kid with flowy locks anymore.”

Luke pressed his lips together, reluctantly nodded, and turned toward the stylist.

“Alright… cut it.”

He closed his eyes as the first locks fell to the floor, a momentous transformation underway while Jack tried (and failed) to stifle his smugly amused smirk.

Back at home…

“Mommy, I think Snoopy’s gonna be soooo happy today! Because I made him something SUPER special, and we made his favorite muffins and we’re matching!!”

Lucy hopped down from her seat, carefully placing her picture in a purple envelope.

She turned back toward you, bouncing on her toes.

“I wanna wrap it! Did we buy wrapping paper, Mommy?”

“Yes, we did! Let’s go wrap it together.”

You turned off the oven, drew the muffins out, and placed them to cool while you and your enthusiastic sidekick made your way toward the wrapping paper.

Just as you and Lucy finished wrapping up all the chocolate muffins, you heard Luke’s car pull into the driveway, you knew today might bring a dramatic moment or two with your fiercely passionate 6-year-old.

He opened the front door with a huge smile. His arms were already stretched wide in anticipation, his ‘open-arms-always’ policy for his little girl.

“Luce! Snoopy home! Where’s my little Luce?”

He barely finished his sentence before a small tornado of pure happiness came darting toward him… until, halfway across the living room, Lucy came to a dramatic halt freezing in place then turning on her heels and darting directly toward you instead.

“Mommy!! SNOOPY CUTS ALL OF HIS CURLS OFF!!”

Lucy’s big eyes glimmered with tears of disbelief, sadness, and betrayal.

“That’s not Snoopy anymore! Where are his curls? Did… Did Uncle Rowdy cut them off while he was asleep?”

“That’s a very good theory.”

You knelt down to ease her worries, placing your hands warmly on her small shoulders.

“But I think Snoopy chose to cut them… just a little… because sometimes people need a small change. But I know they’ll grow back Luce, he’s still your Snoopy. Curls or not.”

Meanwhile, Luke stood a few feet away, unsure whether to move forward or hang back.

He pressed his knuckles to his forehead.

“Aw, Luce… I messed up big time, huh? I’m so sorry I made you sad. I know you really liked matching me…”

He knelt down to her level. “Would you… still be my team if I grow them back? Because I think I made a big mess today.”

Lucy turned, reluctantly, to face him.

“That… depends… if you grow them back faster!!”

She crossed her arms in pure dramatic style.

“And I wanna be matching again… soon. Okay, Snoopy?”

“That’s a deal, Luce.” Luke nodded warmly, extending his pinky finger toward her, their tradition.

“Pinky promise.”

She reluctantly intertwined her small finger with his.

“That’s not all, Snoopy! I made you something!!”

Lucy darted toward the envelope, then turned back, adding with pure dramatic flair, “but I’m still mad, you know.”

She handed him the envelope. Inside was a picture of the two of them with matching glitter-covered borders.

He held it up, smiling warmly.

“It’s beautiful, baby. I’m going to hang it up in our room. So we remember, team Curls-for-Life.”

He pressed a small kiss to the top of her messy locks, then turned toward you.

“That… was dramatic.”

He sighed quietly, tugging you into a side-hug.

“That’s our family.”

You whispered back, resting your head against his shoulder.

“Full of chaos, and a whole lot of love.”

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SNIFFLES AND SNOOPY SNUGGLES

requested: yes | req: could you do a fic where lucy wakes up sick and luke takes care of her the whole day?? 🤍

pair: dad!luke hughes x f!reader.

genre: fluff, domestic, comfort, family life.

warnings: none (except extreme dad!luke fluff and sick toddler adorableness).

summary: lucy wakes up sick with a stuffy nose and a mild fever the morning of your check-up appointment. with your usual baby-planning check-in split between different days this week, luke stays home with lucy while you go alone.

fia’s note: another dad!luke moment, i imagine luke has the softest spot for little luce, always. and in this one, she’s feeling really sick and doesn’t have her mom around, so she’s tired and cranky and ends up having a little tantrum. but luke being the patient, gentle dad he is and does his absolute best to comfort her. even though it’s not the first time lucy’s been sick, it’s the first time he’s taking care of her alone for the whole day, and he’s just doing everything he can to be her calm and steady safe space. 🍅

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“Babe, is Luce fever better?”

Luke’s voice was still raspy with sleep when you walked back into the bedroom, fresh from checking on Lucy. You rubbed at your temple, your fingers still cool from adjusting the thermometer under her arm.

“No, it went up a bit. Still not too high, but she’s definitely fighting something. Her cheeks are warm, and still all sniffles.”

Luke sat up immediately, running a hand through his hair.

“Do we need to call the pediatrician?”

You shook your head. “Not yet, just miserable. I already gave her medicine at 4 in the morning, she slept okay, but I’ll call if she gets worse. Just… keep an eye on her, okay? I have to head out soon for my appointment.”

Luke blinked, then nodded. “Right, your appointment. The baby plan thing.”

“And of course. I’ve got her.”

“You’ll go in next week. We’ll meet in the middle with science.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap.

“Cool. Teamwork makes dream babies.”

“Luke.” You rolled your eyes. “Focus.”

“I am focused. On you,” he muttered, grinning as you shoved his chest lightly.

You smiled faintly. “I made you toast, eggs, and salad, it’s on the counter. And there’s pumpkin porridge in the little yellow bowl for Lucy. You don’t need me to tell you what to do. You’ve got this.”

Luke crossed the room and kissed your forehead, then leaned down and pressed a longer, lingering kiss to your stomach.

“I’ll check on Luce in a few minutes. Love you, babe.”

“Love you, Snoopy,” you whispered with a tired grin.

Thirty minutes later, after he finished his breakfast, Luke padded upstairs, knock very softly on Lucy’s door before opening it and there she was.

His little girl. His baby.

Her curly hair was all tangled around her cheeks, her nose stuffy and red, lips slightly chapped, eyes barely open. She looked like a crumpled-up tissue in her pink bunny pajamas, breathing through her mouth and looking so… so tired.

Normally, she’d beam when she saw him, she’d laugh, squeal ‘Snooooopy!’ and throw herself into his arms.

But this morning, all she did was let out a weak, raspy.

“…Daddy?”

Luke’s heart cracked in two.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered, hurrying to her bedside.

Lucy’s small arms lifted weakly toward him, and Luke gently scooped her up, cradling her close as she flopped into his chest like a limp kitten. She clung to him immediately, forehead pressed against his collarbone.

“Hey, Luce, hey, baby” Luke murmured, rocking side to side.

“Daddy’s here. You okay?”

She gave the smallest shake of her head.

She sniffled weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“My nose is broken.”

Luke chuckled softly and rubbed her back. “Not broken, Luce. Just clogged up like… like the locker room showers when uncle Quinn takes too long.”

“Daddy, is… is Mommy here?” she mumbled, clinging to his hoodie.

“She’s at her doctor thing, remember? She’s checking to make sure everything’s good before we try to get you a little sibling.”

Lucy made a tiny face and leaned into his neck. “I don’t want sibling if they cry a lot, Daddy.”

Luke laughed again, then dropped his voice to something slower, softer.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re tired and sniffly and grumpy and I got you. Daddy’s here.”

She gave a little hiccup, and he felt her tears soak into his shirt.

Luke would hold Lucy and sat in her rocking chair for almost another 30 minutes, wrapped in her bunny blanket while Luke murmured quietly and ran his fingers through her curls. Usually she was climbing all over him, full of energy and sass. But right now, all she did was sniffle and breathe in that shallow way little kids do when they’re trying not to cry.

“I know, Luce,” he said quietly.

“I know you feel yucky. But you’re strong, and you’re my girl, and we’re gonna beat this cold together, okay?”

She nodded sleepily against his chest.

After helping Lucy brush her teeth with the tiniest smudge of kid-safe toothpaste and gently washing her face with a warm cloth, Luke carried her downstairs for breakfast.

He’d already crushed his toast and coffee earlier, so now it was Lucy’s turn. He set her down at the table in her booster seat and tucked her blanket around her like a cape.

“Okay, pumpkin porridge, coming right up,” he said, warming it just a little in the microwave.

She rested her cheek on the table. “I don’t wanna eat.”

Luke crouched to her level, spoon in hand, he leaned closer and whispering conspiratorially

“You gotta eat a little, baby. It’ll help the medicine work. and plus if you get better by the weekend… I’ll take you skating with Nana.”

Lucy’s eyes lit up for just a second. “On real ice?”

“On the big rink,” Luke said. “With your sparkly skates.”

She gave a tired smile. “Pink laces?”

“Only the pinkest.”

“Okay,” she said softly. “But just a lil’ bit. Not a lot.”

Luke fed her slowly, talking between bites. She got through almost half the bowl before her sniffles got louder and she whispered.

“I miss Mommy.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Me too, Luce. She’ll be home soon, and maybe we’ll FaceTime her before your nap, yeah?”

“‘Kay.”

Luke picked her up again, one arm under her legs, the other cradling her back. Her head fell against his shoulder, her thumb slipping into her mouth.

“You’re the best, Snoopy,” she mumbled.

“Even when my nose is broken.”

“And you’re still my best girl,” he whispered.

Lucy had napped off and on in Luke’s arms after breakfast, her fever had started to ease by early afternoon, not gone, but definitely lower, like her little body was finally cooling down after the worst of it.

Luke had been keeping notes on his phone just like you would’ve done, recording the time she ate, her temp every couple hours, when he gave her Tylenol. Hockey brain or not, he was on it.

But by mid-afternoon… Lucy hit a wall.

And so did Luke.

That’s when she asked for juice. Not the apple one. Not the mango one either. No, the blue juice. Which didn’t exist. Luke gently tried explaining that blue juice wasn’t real juice, and that sent her spiraling into meltdown number one.

She started crying, exhausted tears streaking down her warm cheeks.

“Nooooo! I want blue juuuuice! Mommy gived me it before!!”

Luke sighed, crouching beside her on the floor.

“Luce, I swear, if there was blue juice in this house, I’d give you the whole bottle, baby. But I think you’re thinking of that blue cup.”

She pushed the water bottle away.

“Not the same!”

“I know,” he said, brushing hair from her forehead.

“I know it’s not the same. I miss Mommy juice too.”

She sniffled, hiccupped, then screamed.

Meltdown number two hit fifteen minutes later when Luke tried to give her a lukewarm bath to cool her down and help her feel clean. She kicked the water. Then screamed because she was wet. Then cried because her cloth was off. Luke ended up sitting on the bathroom floor with her wrapped in two towels, her head tucked under his chin like a grumpy burrito.

“You’re alright, Luce,” he whispered, rubbing slow circles on her back as she whimpered.

“You’re just tired. Daddy’s tired too. We’re just two sleepy sickos trying our best.”

“You’re not sick,” she grumbled against his chest.

“I’ve got a sick heart ‘cause I miss Mommy too.”

She looked up at him, pouting. “Do you think Mommy coming home soon?”

Luke kissed her nose. “Wanna call her and find out?”

You answered on the first ring, your face lighting up on the screen.

“Hi, baby!”

Lucy’s eyes immediately watered. “Mommyyyy…”

“Aw, hey, Luce,” you cooed, already softening your voice.

“You okay? You look a little better.”

Luke held the phone so both their faces were in view. His hair was sticking up on one side, his shirt had tiny porridge stains, and there was an unmistakable look of war in his eyes.

“She’s doing better,” he said hoarsely.

“Fevers dropped. No appetite for fake juice. She tried to fight me in the bath. I think I lost.”

“She had a meltdown?”

“Multiple,” he muttered, blowing a strand of hair off his forehead.

“We’ve cycled through every emotion known to mankind since 1 p.m.”

You smiled sympathetically. “Poor you.”

Lucy sniffled and leaned into Luke’s chest.

“I want Mommy to cuddle me…”

“I’ll be home soon, sweet girl,” you promised.

“You’re doing so good with Daddy. Can you be my strong little girl just a little longer?”

Lucy gave a weak nod and looked up at Luke. “I’m being strong…”

Luke squeezed her tighter.

“The strongest.”

You got home, stepped inside quietly, placing your bag on the counter. You expected to see Luke on the couch, maybe watching cartoons with Lucy asleep on him.

Instead, you found him crouched on the living room floor in front of a full disaster zone, blankets everywhere, toy blocks under the coffee table, a knocked-over juice cup (apple, not blue), and a tired, sniffling Lucy passed out in her little nap nest on the couch, finally sleeping peacefully.

And Luke?

Luke was on his knees, one hand raking through his hair, the other gathering building blocks into a bin like he was on the penalty kill with zero energy left in the tank.

You smiled softly, walking up behind him.

“Hey, hero.”

He looked over his shoulder, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, hoodie sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms.

“Hey,” he breathed. “You’re home.”

You knelt beside him and leaned in for a kiss.

“Looks like the two of you survived.”

He chuckled, tiredly.

“Barely. She cried about blue juice, threw a fit over her hoodie, accused me of stealing her cough.”

You laughed. “And yet, still standing.”

“Barely.”

Luke’s hand found yours. “I don’t know how you do this everyday.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder.

“Because you do it with me.”

His lips grazed your temple. “You know… we’re really doing this again?”

You turned your head and smiled at him.

“Yeah. We are.”

His hand slipped to your belly, just resting there with that quiet, reverent touch he always had.

“I’ll fight a hundred tantrums if it means I get more days like this. Even the hard ones.”

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‘HAPPINESS IS A WARM BLANKET’

pair: dad!luke hughes x f!reader genre: fluff, family, romance. warnings: none.

fia’s note: i honestly hadn’t planned to make this a dad!luke series… but you guys loved it so much (and honestly, i’m kind of obsessed with it too) that i decided, why not make it a series!! so here’s your official dad!luke masterlist, grab a snack, get cozy, and prepare for all the fluff, and pure happiness that comes with snoopy, little luce, and their little family. i don’t do a taglist for this series, but if you want to be tagged just for this one, there’s a spot on my general taglist form that asks ‘are there specific series you want to be tagged in?’ just let me know you want to be tagged for ‘happiness is a blanket’ and you’ll get notifications for new chapters in this series only.

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SNOOPY’S BIGGEST FAN.

SNOOPY’S SICK DAY.

SNOPPY AND THE SUMMER GIRL.

SNIFFLES AND SNOOPY SNUGGLES.

MOMMY, DID YOU LOVE SNOOPY AT FIRST SIGHT?

IT’S OKAY, YOU’RE STILL LEARNING.

THREE MONTHS IN.

SNOOPY KISSED SOMEONE THAT WASN’T MOMMY?

MOMMY, WHAT IF… ?

RAINBOW BABY.

SNOOPY CUTS ALL OF HIS CURLS OFF!

✷ — drabbles ‘

detective lucy joy hughes.

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SNOOPY AND THE SUMMER GIRL

requested: yes | req: dad!luke request plsss. okay, so luke, reader and the other hughes brothers, taking their toddler onto the lake for the first time, and she gets scared when luke falls off while wakeboarding. and because she can't swim that well yet, everyone takes turns letting her sit on their shoulders. maybe also something cute with reader and luke while the boys take care of her??? love your work!!

pair: dad!luke hughes x f!reader

genre: fluff, family, slice of life, domestic.

warnings: none (unless extreme cuteness counts).

summary: every summer, the hughes family gathers at quinn’s lake house and this year is no different, except now lucy, your four-year-old daughter with luke, is old enough to make real memories. when luke falls off the wakeboard during a family day on the boat, luce panics, leading to a cascade moments with her uncles and a tender lakeside moment between you and luke.

fia’s note: okay, here’s another dad!luke hughes fic for you all! in this one, instead of calling jack ‘uncle jack,’ luce gives him the nickname ‘uncle rowdy’ because, of course, she thinks it’s the funniest way to tease him. even if she doesn’t always act super sweet around jack, she still loves her uncle a lot (just… maybe not as much as uncle quinny, sorry jack 🫣). i really hope you all enjoy this one! and if you ever want to yap about dad!luke or any of the players, my inbox is always open!. also to all of my mid/plus-size luke girlies out there, and for anyone who’s looking for more luke x mid/plus-size reader content, i actually opened a separate blog just for that! 🥹 i’ll be posting all my fics for that theme over at @voicemailfromluke-beep, so feel free to check it out.

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“Daddy! Snoopy! Guess what!”

Lucy’s came running on socked feet, nearly slipping on the hardwood in Quinn’s lake house kitchen as she skidded to a stop in front of Luke. You were pouring juice into her pink thermos with a smiling Snoopy sticker on it, while Luke bent down, catching her mid-jump into his arms.

“What, baby?”

Luke asked, grinning as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“I saw a fishy outside! It went like zoom!” She flung her arm out dramatically,

“And I think it was tryin’ to talk to me, Snoopy. Maybe it said hi.”

“Really? A talking fish? You’re special, Luce?” he replied, raising his eyebrows.

“I am very special,” she nodded, dead serious, poking his nose.

“And I need you to be very brave today, Daddy. ‘Cause I’m gonna watch you do the fly board thing.”

“Wakeboard,”

You corrected gently, laughing under your breath as you handed Lucy her thermos.

“Yeah! Wakeboard! But no fallin’, ‘kay? ’Cause I’m little and I don’t like when you fall.”

Her voice dropped, suddenly serious as her little brows furrowed.

Luke scooped her up, kissing her cheek.

“I promise I’ll be super careful for you, Luce.”

It was a tradition now, every summer at Quinn’s lake house.

The first time you came, you were newly married. The second, you were pregnant. The third, Lucy was just learning to walk. Now, four summers in, your daughter had her own bedroom in the house with hand-drawn ‘Peanuts’ characters on the walls (a surprise Quinn had organized with a local artist after Lucy’s first birthday.)

Quinn, Jack, Luke, and you had packed the boat that morning, snacks, sunscreen, floaties, towels, and of course, Lucy’s pink life jacket with sparkly hearts. It barely fit her anymore, but she refused to wear anything else.

You got her into her swimsuit early, layering a t-shirt over it just in case the wind picked up on the water. She was practically vibrating with excitement, hopping up and down on the deck while the boys prepped the wakeboard gear.

“Careful, Luce,” you warned playfully.

“You bounce any harder and you’ll launch off the dock.”

She stopped to point dramatically at her father, who was already climbing into the water.

“Look! Snoopy’s gonna do his slidey dance!”

Luke stood on the board, grinning back at her.

“Slidey dance, huh?”

Lucy nodded solemnly, arms crossed. “Just don’t fall, ‘kay? I don’t like when you fall.”

It was all going great… until, of course, Luke did fall.

You felt it instantly. The shift in your daughter’s joy. One second she was squealing with delight, sitting backwards on your lap with her arms wrapped around your neck, and the next the moment Luke hit the water with a splash, and she stiffened.

Her face turned into your shoulder, her little voice muffled.

“Snoopy fell. Mommy, he fell!”

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed softly, rocking her.

“He always falls. That’s part of the fun.”

But she sniffled, and you heard it, very small, building cry of someone overwhelmed by love and fear.

“I don’t like it when Snoopy’s gone under. What if he doesn’t come up?”

“He’s already up,”

You murmured, turning her head gently toward the sound of Luke’s voice as he climbed back on the boat.

“Look, he’s waving.”

“Luce, I’m okay!” Luke called.

“Promise. Wanna come swim with me and uncles?”

She hesitated, eyes still glistening, until you crouched to zip up her life jacket.

“Daddy’s in the water now, and guess what? Uncle Jack and Uncle Quinn are going down there too. If you go in, you’ll have all your silly boys in one place.”

Lucy wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“Can I go on Uncle Quinny’s shoulders?”

“Of course.”

You handed her down to Luke, who whispered something to her that made her giggle mid-sniffle, and then she was splashing around between all three Hughes boys, each taking turns letting her sit on their shoulders like royalty. Jack tried to do flips with her, but she screamed everytime and clung to Quinn like a koala.

Meanwhile, on the boat…

Luke flopped down beside you, shirtless, damp, exhausted, and grinning.

“I survived,” he said, leaning over to kiss your temple.

“Barely.”

“She was really scared,” you murmured.

“I know,” he replied.

“That’s why I let her be with them for a bit. Give her a chance to feel brave with her uncles.”

You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“And you wanted an excuse to cuddle me.”

“Also true.”

Luke pulled out his phone, the two of you squishing your heads together for a salty, sunlit selfie.

“By the way,” he said casually.

“I was thinking… Paris. For your birthday.”

You blinked. “Paris-Paris?”

Luke’s smirk curled. “Actually, without Lucy.”

“Without?”

“I miss just us. Don’t get me wrong, I love our girl more than anything. You know we sneak away. Just you and me.”

“…A proper couple’s trip. I love her more than life, but I miss us. I want to drink wine with you on a balcony and maybe…”

His hand gently rubbed over your belly.

“Make Lucy a sibling.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re trying to seduce me with the Eiffel Tower?”

“It’s working, isn’t it?”

“Gosh, Luke Hughes, you’re so funny.”

When the sun was down and the boat docked, Lucy was already snuggled in a towel in Quinn’s arms, licking a watermelon ice cream cone.

“Thank you, Uncle Quinny,” she said sweetly, then turned to Jack.

“You can’t have a lick. You made fun of my Snoopy.”

“Oh—I’m sorry,” Jack pouted.

“Nope,” she said with a shrug.

“You not sorry enough, Uncle Rowdy.”

Ellen and Jim met you at the dock, having just arrived. Lucy bolted into their arms the moment her feet hit land.

“Nana! Papa!” she squealed.

“My little Luce!” Ellen cried. “Did you have fun?”

Lucy nodded, launching into a chaotic, breathless retelling.

“Snoopy fell! It was scary! But Uncle Quinny gave me ice cream, and I didn’t cry a lot, just a little, and then I was brave and then I got on Uncle Rowdy head but I ‘accidentally’ pulled his hair, Nana, but he teased my Snoopy so it was fair.”

You, Luke, and the brothers stood nearby, watching her perform like a little storyteller on a stage, and Luke’s hand found yours.

“She’s turning into the best parts of both of us,” he murmured.

You smiled, threading your fingers with his.

“No,” you said.

“She’s turning into herself. We’re just the lucky ones who get to love her.”

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DAD!LUKE DRABBLES WIPs!

dad!luke drabble requests that got accepted, just a quick reminder! i’m choosing these based on what sparks my creativity, so there’s nothing personal if your request hasn’t been accepted yet. you’re more than welcome to send in a new one. my drabble requests will be open until (june 14).

🍅 my drabble rules! 🍅

01. dad!luke, reader, and luce all go to a devs game during the playoffs where she screams that's her dada snoopy

02. i have a dad!luke drabble requests maybe it’s the hughes bowl in jersey so quinn, jim, jack and ellen are having dinner at readers and luke’s house and luke ask lucy how school was and she says she has 3 boyfriends and the boys freak out but ellen and reader are like this is normal (sort for the long request i didn’t know how to make it short)

03. hey! i saw you opened your dad!luke drabbles, maybe it’s luce’s first day of school? and lukey is super emotional about his litte girl growing up so quickly within a blink, but you can twist it however you want girl I LOVE the way you write the family, they are my favv

04. could you make something about how luke and reader are on like a vacation to themselves so lucy stays with quinn and jack but she’s upset because she misses her dad

05. oh oh for dad!luke drabble request- how about reader being sick with a bad cold/flu and snoopy and luce looking after her? 🤧

06. hi! i was wondering if you would do one where they are at the lake house, and lucy doesn’t want to go to bed? like, all she wants to do is stay up with her uncles at the fire?

07. okay i finally thought of an idea. luce at a hughes bowl: i just know quinns got the biggest soft spot for his niece and brings her little snoopy toys. omg and luke holding her while he does an interview and she (like the expert questioner she is) hums along to the questions, "oh good question, I wanna know too snoopy" and if the reporters ask if he's going to spend time with quinn while he's in jersey, she jumps in all excited to talk about her uncle. Fia your luce and luke series has my heart 🤚| 🍅; for my 💐 anon!

08. we must know how she goes about asking quinn, jack and potentially ellen and jim!! i’d feel like she’d need the dirt on exactly how broken up luke was over her lol!! she’d definitely not be satisfied and make life harder for luke bc suddenly he never deserved her mom at all and must be walked on a leash to prove his devotion

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dad!luke drabble requests will be closed this saturday (june.14), so feel free to send them in before then!

okay, i’ve decided to open up dad!luke drabble requests because let’s be real, i’m still absolutely obsessed with dad!luke and little luce, they’ve taken over my brain and show no signs of leaving anytime soon, so why not let them live in yours too? you can send me any prompts, scenarios, or little ideas you have involving luke being the best (and sometimes most chaotic) girl dad to his daughter lucy. whether it’s fluff, something a little emotional, funny moments, or even lucy being her usual sassy self, fia’s open for it all.

a few quick rules:

𝜗𝜚 — please keep it dad!luke x reader centered! these are drabbles, so i won’t be writing full-blown multi-part pieces from these prompts.

𝜗𝜚 — feel free to include specific dialogue or themes if you have any in mind!

𝜗𝜚 — no nsfw prompts, obviously, this is very much a soft domestic family lane 🍼💌

𝜗𝜚 — lucy is usually around 3–6 in these drabbles, so keep that age range in mind when requesting!

𝜗𝜚 — you can be anon or not, either is fine 💗

okay, that’s it, come scream in my inbox about luke hughes being a girl dad again 😭✨

🍅 dad!luke drabbles request.

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okay, i’ve decided to open up dad!luke drabble requests because let’s be real, i’m still absolutely obsessed with dad!luke and little luce, they’ve taken over my brain and show no signs of leaving anytime soon, so why not let them live in yours too? you can send me any prompts, scenarios, or little ideas you have involving luke being the best (and sometimes most chaotic) girl dad to his daughter lucy. whether it’s fluff, something a little emotional, funny moments, or even lucy being her usual sassy self, fia’s open for it all.

a few quick rules:

𝜗𝜚 — please keep it dad!luke x reader centered! these are drabbles, so i won’t be writing full-blown multi-part pieces from these prompts.

𝜗𝜚 — feel free to include specific dialogue or themes if you have any in mind!

𝜗𝜚 — no nsfw prompts, obviously, this is very much a soft domestic family lane 🍼💌

𝜗𝜚 — lucy is usually around 3–6 in these drabbles, so keep that age range in mind when requesting!

𝜗𝜚 — you can be anon or not, either is fine 💗

okay, that’s it, come scream in my inbox about luke hughes being a girl dad again 😭✨

🍅 dad!luke drabbles request.