#luka fluff

The cold fluorescent lights hummed overhead, their harsh white glow reflecting off the polished floors of the alien containment facility. Every corridor felt sterile, every sound amplified—metal scraping against metal, distant voices filtered through intercoms, and the faint, almost imperceptible mechanical whirring of the containment pods.

Luka stood at the edge of a hallway, shoulders tense, jaw tight, his eyes scanning the scene with that predatory precision he'd honed over decades in the public eye.

"I don't like this," he muttered, voice low and measured, almost clipped, though no one could fault him for the tension coiled in his words. His fingers twitched—long, elegant, unnaturally purple, starting from the midsection, a cruel and long-time reminder of the heart condition he had caused by his guardian Herperu. Time had passed since the fall of Alien Stage and Luka's escape from the abuse, yet the memories of the torment inflicted upon him still stayed alongside the scars. "We don't know what they're capable of."

Till, a few meters ahead, crouched behind a stack of crates, fingers moving swiftly in sign language. 

They have the DNA kids here. 

His gray hair fell into his teal eyes, which darted around quickly and precisely, alert for patrols and alien guards. His movements were precise, but there was an undercurrent of panic, the kind born from years of being controlled, punished, and hunted. Luka watched him, a flicker of appreciation in his otherwise calm, calculating gaze.

Till had grown into a force despite his frailty, and yet... There was fear in his shoulders, the hesitation that betrayed just how much he'd seen after the fall of Alien Stage and after he almost died.

"I know," Luka murmured, almost to himself, "but we don't have a choice. Not if we want to—" He stopped, eyes narrowing, the words unsaid catching in his throat. He thought of the kids that Issac had mentioned, he simply mentioned the impossible, improbable proof that those lives, and love persisted even here, that even with the fall of Alien Stage, they had taken combinations of DNA from the past Alien Stage contestants to create kids who would be placed in a "replica hall" inside the ALNST museum.

ꫂ❁

They turned a corner, and the glow of a small room came into view. There, on a metal bench, sat someone Luka recognized instantly not by the faint tremor in their hands as they watched the pass matches on a flickering TV screen, but by something far more intimate: the shape of their eyes, the curve of their smile, the subtle, fragile tilt of their head.

"You," Luka breathed, and the word seemed foreign on his tongue, almost a whisper lost in the echoing corridor.

You didn't move at first, too absorbed in the screen, the clashing colors of the past rounds, the almost twisted energy, but there was an unmistakable alertness in the tilt of your head, completely ignoring the scene behind you.

Luka then looked past you and saw the scene, the scene of a display, filled with kids, specifically one kid had caught his gaze, it was the subtle narrowing of the little girl's differently colored eyes. Hints of heterochromia, which were a mix of his golden eyes and your eyes, both together, flickered faintly as she also squinted at the screen you were staring at, a detail that made Luka's chest tighten, because in that tiny, impossible detail, he saw the child.

You and Luka's child. Looking back at him through the mirror of genetics.

Till stepped forward cautiously, still signing.

This is it. We have to move fast. 

His voice, though mute, carried urgency in every gesture.

You finally turned, eyes meeting Luka's stare, those golden eyes you never thought you would see again now staring right back at you, a flicker of recognition and fear passing through your own. "Luka?" you breathed, a mixture of disbelief, relief, and something more buried deep beneath layers of pain and repression. "You're... you're really here?"

Luka stepped closer, each movement deliberate. "I never left," he said softly, voice almost gentle despite the storm of adrenaline coursing through him. "I had to... I had to come for you."

Till, hands still signing.

We don't have much time. The containment protocols will reset in—

Your gaze shifted to the display, where a small figure moved against the class, the little girl, no older than three, with hair that shone like a muted sun and eyes that reflected both parents: one golden, one the softer, enigmatic shade of you.

 Luka's chest tightened, a strange, molten ache spreading through his veins.

"You... this is... she is our child," Luka said, almost more to himself than to anyone else. The words felt fragile, yet unshakable. "We... we need to take her and all the rest of them."

You blinked, mouth opening and closing like they were searching for the right words. "I... I didn't think you'd ever... I mean..." Your voice faltered. "I didn't think anyone could..."

Till's fingers again moved urgently. 

We have to go. Now. I'll go and disable the display's safety system and grab the kids. Get ready, we have to go.

He signed before quickly running over to the display and disappearing, leaving just you and Luka.

Luka nodded, stepping closer and resting a hand gently on your shoulder. "We'll leave together," he said, voice firm but low, carrying the weight of someone who had spent his life controlled, used, and molded into perfection for someone else's gain. "You don't have to face this alone anymore."

You swallowed hard, tears glinting in the light, not from fear, but from the impossible relief that someone—the man you'd loved hopelessly—was finally standing with you. "I... I don't know if I can..."

"You can," Luka whispered, leaning closer so the two of your foreheads nearly touched. His fingers traced the faint scar near your collarbone; your brand mark was a ghost of the past you were forced to endure once separately but now shared. "Because we're not alone anymore. Not you, not her, not me."

ꫂ❁

A few minutes passed when Till came running back to the bench where you and Luka were, the little girl was with him, standing behind him, now almost tucked away. 

Till nodded emphatically, signing frantically.

 All the kids are out except her. She wouldn't leave me, come on. We don't have time to waste.

Slowly, hesitantly, you stood, hand brushing against Luka's. The little girl, shockingly enough, went up to you; her small fingers curling suddenly around your shirt. Luka crouched slightly, bringing himself to her level, eyes softening as the mixed colored lens of your child's eyes looked back at him, almost curiously. "We'll figure this out," he murmured. "Together."

For a moment, time seemed to stretch. The sterile hum of the facility faded into the background as Luka, You, and the child formed an unspoken bond, a triangle of life and defiance. Luka's fingers brushed her cheek, careful, reverent, and you exhaled, finally letting yourself believe.

"I... I'll come with you both and her," you said finally, voice trembling but resolute to not let your past define your future. "I'll carry her, don't worry."

Luka's lips curved into the faintest smile at your response, a rare breach in his usually composed façade. "Then let's go," he said softly, the weight of your shared past and uncertain future mingling in that single, fragile moment. "Together."

And as you guys moved through the corridors, Luka's hand never left your back; the little girl was nestled safely between your arms as you carried her.

Luka had felt a strange, unprecedented sense of completion. For the first time, Luka understood the advice Hyuna had whispered to him right before she died protecting him, the advice he had never allowed himself to heed: "Luka, live with love.  Forgive yourself. Again, and again endlessly."

ꫂ❁

The moment you all stepped off the bench, alarms erupted like shrieking banshees through the sterile facility. Red lights pulsed, reflecting off the metallic walls, and the distant clang of sliding doors announced that the alien patrolling guards had noticed the breach.

Luka's pulse quickened, but his movements remained calculated, precise, his body immediately shielding you and the little girl in your arms. This was the last good thing he had, and he couldn't bear to lose anything else in this wretched world, especially not something he had just gained.

Till gestured frantically, signing.

Left. Now! 

And pointed toward a narrow maintenance tunnel barely wide enough for one person at a time. One of your hands left the little girl you were holding and reached Luka to hold his, instinctively following, the small little girl clutched against your chest like a fragile treasure.

Luka's eyes quickly flicked back and forth, scanning for threats. "Keep close," he murmured to you, voice low and urgent, "and don't make any sudden movements."

You swallowed hard, nodding, feeling the girl stir against your chest. Though the hesitation in your actions betrayed the adrenaline coursing through your body.

Till moved ahead, guiding you all with a mixture of speed and caution. He darted into shadows, rolling past surveillance drones and pressure-sensitive tiles. Every corner held the possibility of discovery, every echo of the three of your guy's footsteps a potential death sentence.

Here 

Till signed, gesturing toward a ladder leading up into a ventilation shaft. He looked back at them, urgency flashing in his teal eyes.

Up. Fast.

Luka stepped forward to you slightly so that he was able to lift the little girl from your arms carefully, so that you were able to climb first. "Here," he said softly, pressing the little girl into his arms. "I got her, you go first. I'll follow."

Your heart pounded as you ascended, arms shaking slightly, but the thought of freedom guided you up the ladder.

 "I've got you," he whispered to the little girl in his arms now, a rare warmth threading through his usual composure.

Halfway through the shaft, a metallic clang echoed below. A drone, or some alien enforcer, had spotted them. Luka froze, listening, calculating. "Move. Now. Don't hesitate," he ordered, his breathing hitched as they inched forward, the girl murmuring in sleep in his arms.

Till's sign language became a blur of rapid gestures.

 Two guards ahead.

His hands shook slightly, a testament to both fear and determination.

Luka pressed his lips to the head of the little girl as you continued up the ladder, unaware of the scene below you. "No matter what happens, we survive. Together." His voice was almost a promise not to you but to the little girl in his arms, the little girl who was you and Luka's child, your little girl, A single promise that carried decades of his restraint and pain.

As you continued climbing the ladder, almost at the top, your chest tightened, tears burning in the corners of your eyes; everything had happened so fast, you almost couldn't believe it.

ꫂ❁

Soon, you, Luka, the girl, and Till emerged onto a service balcony outside, the night sky a deep velvet punctuated with artificial lights from the sprawling alien city below. The cold wind bit at your faces, but freedom smelled like ozone and metal and... possibility.

You took the little girl from Lukas's arms, and now you held her. Her eyes opened briefly, looking at you before burying her face in your shoulder. Her arms wrapped around your neck as you held her.

Till signaled toward a hovering vehicle—the extraction point. 

Hurry.

Before any of you could move, a patrol rounded the corner, alien weapons glinting in the dim light. Luka's instincts snapped into action. He grabbed a loose pipe, swinging with precise, almost elegant force, knocking the nearest enforcer off balance. You stumbled, heart hammering, but Luka's other hand grabbed you forcefully, pulling you forward. "Run," he hissed.

You and Luka dove for the hover vehicle as Till pushed the controls, doors opening just in time. The engines whined and lifted you four into the air, leaving the chaos behind. The red alarms and metallic shouts faded into the night, leaving only the rush of wind and the faint hum of the craft.

ꫂ❁

Inside, you sank onto the seat, clutching the child, shaking. Luka sat beside you, eyes softening as he reached up his hand, almost cradling the side of your face. "You're safe now," he murmured. "All of us."

You looked up, eyes wide, and exhaled shakily. "I... I can't believe we... that we actually made it."

Luka's hand then went from your face to go and cover yours as you continued to hold the little girl, thumb brushing in slow, grounding circles. "I knew we could. And I'll keep you safe. Always." There was no showmanship in his tone now, no calculated aloofness—only a quiet, raw sincerity that caught you off guard.

The girl stirred again, rubbing sleep-filled eyes, and you smiled despite the fear. "She... she's okay," you whispered. Luka's gaze softened, and he brushed her hair back gently.

"She's ours," he said simply, voice reverent. "And we're going to raise her back at the base. Together."

You turned toward him, hesitating, unsure if you could or should speak the truth of your feelings aloud. "Luka... I... I've loved you for so long. I thought... I thought it was impossible, especially in our conditions."

Luka's lips curved into a faint, almost shy smile—an expression you had never seen even years ago when you were just kids back at ANAKT garden. "I was... afraid," he admitted softly. "Afraid that letting myself love you would make me weak. That I couldn't protect you, that I would lose you like how I lost Hyuna." He leaned closer, voice dropping to a near whisper. "But seeing you here, holding... her... I can't deny it anymore. I feel the same. I always have."

You breath hitched, heart pounding, as the distance between you two shrank. "So... we're... really... really doing this? Together?"

"Yes," Luka said firmly, though there was a tremor of emotion in his tone. "All of this. We face it together. No more pretending, no more fear. Just... us. And our family."

Till, sitting a few rows ahead, glanced back with a small, relieved smile, signing slowly.

Finally. Finally, some good in this world.

You let yourself exhale fully, leaning against Luka as the girl was now nestled between you and him, the hum of the craft carrying you all into the unknown before it would reach the base. It wasn't safe, not yet, but for the first time, it felt like a beginning.

Luka pressed a soft kiss to your lips again, murmuring against your hair now, "We'll make it work. I promise. You, me... and this little one."

You laughed softly, a sound half disbelief, half relief. "I think... I think I'm finally ready to believe it."

And for the first time in years, Luka let himself feel the warmth that came from living with love that was truly and completely irrevocably.

ꫂ❁

It had been a little over One Week since Till and Luka's rescue mission for the DNA kids in the ALNST museum, and the rebel base smelled of damp concrete, oil, and the faint metallic tang of machinery. Lights flickered overhead, a mix of fluorescent glare and soft, warm lamps. Luka sat on a worn cot, his long legs stretched out awkwardly, hands resting on his knees as he watched the small figure curled beside you.

The little girl whom you both had decided to name Mira after finding out she wasn't ever given a name, her soft breathing was uneven, her small chest rising and falling with the gentle rhythm of sleep.

You stirred, blinking blearily at the dim light. "Morning," you whispered, voice husky from a night of restless dozing. Mira clung to your side, tiny fingers brushing Luka's hand when it hovered near her.

Luka's golden eyes now softened. "Morning," he replied, voice low, almost ceremonious, though there was a tentative warmth threading through it. He leaned forward slightly. "You slept well?"

You shook your head slightly, a half-smile tugging at your lips. "Not really. Mira... she kept moving a lot." Both your and Lukas' eyes quickly flicked to Mira, who murmured something almost unintelligible, "noo...no" before burying her little face against your chest again.

Luka's chest tightened. That quiet, timid clinging—it reminded him of something he hadn't thought about in years: Hyuna in ANAKAT garden, his small hands gripping her arm as he hid behind her, looking to her for protection and when he wanted her attention.

Back then, everything had been too big, too sharp. His fingers closed gently around Mira's tiny hand.

I'll never let you feel like that, he promised to Mira, silently in his head.

"Come," he said softly, his voice almost majestic in its calm command, though there was hesitation too, that awkwardness of someone unpracticed in domesticity. He guided you gently toward the small cot, almost signaling to you that it was where you could put Mira to lie down to sleep so you could relax, as in that week, Mira had rarely left your side unless Luka decided to pry her from your arms so that you were able to catch a break.

"Now... let's... get some breakfast."

ꫂ❁

The rebel kitchen was a chaotic symphony of clanging pots, sizzling protein blocks, and the faint aroma of stale coffee, with Dewey and Issac overseeing the food distribution. Dewey, tall and wiry, glanced up, eyebrows raised at the unusual sight of Luka hovering nervously by the cot where Mira slept. Issac, a bit shorter but with a perceptive gaze, merely nodded, already accustomed to the new dynamics among the many rescued kids.

"You're up early," Dewey said casually, though the glance he threw at Luka was sharp. "And... you've got company."

Luka's lips pressed into a thin line and corrected Dewey by saying Your name, so Dewey knew what to call you instead of just "company".

 "We... all need nourishment." His tone was formal, almost awkwardly so, yet there was an undercurrent of protectiveness that didn't go unnoticed.

You rolled your eyes slightly but smiled. "You're hopelessly princely, Luka," you teased softly. "Come help me with breakfast, yeah?"

Luka tilted his head, golden eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and reluctant amusement. "I... assist?" he asked, clearly uncertain. His hands hovered over the utensils like they were fragile instruments.

"Yes," you said, suppressing a laugh. "Start by... stirring that. Carefully. You don't want to ruin it."

He did so with exaggerated caution, but the small successes—a stir here, a sprinkle there—elicited quiet, delighted murmurs from Mira, who began to sit up slightly from the cot, now wobbling to the kitchen "Da... da... da..." she whispered in soft, tentative syllables.

Luka's chest tightened again. "Mira, my love...  You recognize me," he murmured, once again kneeling to her level. "Yes... I am here. Always." He extended a hand to her, and Mira hesitated before slowly, carefully wrapping her tiny fingers around his. The sensation was electric, grounding, and he felt that old, buried ache of responsibility ignite fully into protective devotion.

You watched the two of them both, warmth blooming in your chest. "See? She knows you're a safe place," they murmured. "She trusts you already."

Luka's gaze flicked between you and the Mira. "I... I won't fail her," he said solemnly, voice thick with unspoken promises. "I promise."

For the next hour, breakfast became a tentative dance of domesticity. Luka awkwardly served small portions to Mira, who clung to him while nibbling, whispering soft "Da... Da..." sounds between bites. You guided his hands gently, and slowly, Luka found a rhythm, his protective instincts naturally taking the lead.

ꫂ❁

Later, outside the small common area, Luka and you walked together, Mira once again tucked in your arms. The night sky hung low over the rebel base, stars smeared across the horizon.

"You're... different," you said softly, glancing at him. "I mean... you're still you. Still calculated, but... there's a softness there now. You've... changed."

Luka's gaze didn't waver from the horizon. "I had no choice but to change. Back then... I was just trying to survive no matter the cost," he said, voice even but quiet. " But this?... Mira... you... It showed me what it means to care. To protect. Not just for show... but because it matters."

Your heart ached with emotion. "I never thought... after everything... you'd be capable of this. Of... love. Not just... words."

Luka's eyes softened, golden orbs catching the faint glow of the rebel lights. "I... I've learned that love is survival. That caring is power." He looked down at Mira, who had dozed off against your shoulder, her small hands wrapped firmly around your neck as if she were trying to merge into you. "And now... I have a family. I have someone to be strong for... properly."

You reached out, taking his hand gently, letting your fingers intertwine. "We... we'll figure it out. Together. Just... one step at a time."

Luka's lips quirked into a small, almost shy smile, his fingers tightening around yours. "One step at a time," he echoed, voice low, reverent. He tilted his head slightly to look at Mira, who stirred against your hold and murmured, "Da... Da..." again, a tiny smile breaking across her face as she then took one of her hands off your neck and reached out for Luka's hand again, small fingers wrapping around his.

For Luka, the memory of Hyuna in ANAKT garden—the small, desperate hands clinging, the look of trust and betrayal, love and hope—all came flooding back as a reminder of his cursed childhood.

But this time, the weight of that cursed memory was not despairing, it was empowering. He could protect this life. He could protect you and Mira.

As the three of you stood there, all together under the rebel base's flickering lights, now Luka not only understood Hyuna's last words to him back then, but finally, he felt like he was allowed to love without guilt and able to forgive himself again and again endlessly.

Because everything begins from here now.

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-you had whipped out your phone to text your friend about this little crush of yours, not looking where you were going as you blindly navigated the school's hallways

-and, just your luck, you bump straight into something before you can even send a single tect

-your phone clatters to the floor- you have a screen protector, thank god, and you duck down to grab it, offering an apology to whoever it was profusely.

what you didn't expect, however, was for the other person to also bend down, your hand brushing theirs as you both reach for your fallen belongings

-"oh! sorry-"

-you finally look up, stunned to see the very subject of your desires before you

-argenti merely smiles, offering you your phone which you take from his grasp bashfully

-he then offers you his hand, and if you weren't blushing before then you were now as he helps you stand back up

"thank you..."

-"don't mention it." he smiles down at you kindly, and you suddenly feel very self-conscious

-"though, you should probably be more careful when texting and walking at the same time. even though it is cute."

-he leaves you to short circuit with a simple wave, continuing on his way as you look down at your phone with shaking hands as you finally manage to send a new text to your friend

you: HE CALLED ME CUTE !!!!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 WELT.

-he's a somewhat elusive crush of yours

-you know that he does art, and as a result spends most of his spare time and lunches in an art room

-the very same one that you had as a homeroom in mornings before class

-there's no real rule about who can and can't use the rooms at lunch, but it still feels taboo to come in there, especially since you aren't an art student

-you had an essay due next period, and your school's library wasn't exactly known for its quiet atmosphere, so you had to seek out another place to get your head down and finish your assignment

-upon seeing welt, you realise that may be easier said than done

-he isn't being loud, no, but he's distracting in other ways

-he himself is concentrating on his own work, some sculpture that he's shaping out of clay

-the crease in his brows is cute, you think to yourself

-you also feel like a perv for staring at his hands and forearms for so long as they shape the clay, but you weren't going to tell anybody that

-you finally pick your seat at the same table he's on, taking way longer than necessary to unpack all of your stuff, any excuse to keep looking at him

-and even as you got to writing, you couldn't help your wandering eyes from drifting away from your notebook at to him in all of his glory

-it was mortifying to see that he was already looking at you, an amused smile on his face as you flushed from getting caught

-he merely chuckled to himself, his deep voice sending butterflies to your stomach as he returned to his sculpture

-you'd have to ask for an extension next period

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 LUKA.

-this crush creeps up on you out of nowhere

-your school had a lot of volunteering programs with the local neighbourhood, and you thought that you might as well sign up to one

-it would look good on your college applications, after all

-you weren't too sure what to sign up for, ultimately choosing a daycare for children

-there weren't any other names on the signup sheet, so you assumed that you would be the only one from your school helping out

-but on the first day, you see a guy roughly your age also waiting outside the building, and you decide to be friendly

-"are you here to volunteer as well?"

-the guy turns to you, and you realise that he has a really nice smile

-"yeah, i am! my name's luka, by the way"

-he's got a really nice voice, too

-and the rest is, well, history

-he's upbeat, and fun, and while the volunteering was never awful to begin with, luka's presence just made it that much better

-so really, you should have expected your friendship with him to ever so gradually begin to evolve into something deeper

-you couldn't pinpoint exactly when it became a crush, but you suspect that it had something to do with his insistence on walking you home to make sure you got there safely

-and how in the colder winter nights when the sun is already down before you two even begin to walk back, and you're trying to freeze in silence, luka decides to bring your attempt at being a martyr to an abrupt end by lacing his fingers with yours

-his hands are warm, and it's a welcome addition to your life, much like the rest of him

Luka has never considered himself to be particularly shy.

Like any other man, he could be coy whenever a pretty girl such as yourself becomes particularly flirty, or outwardly asks him out. So he freezes in place, unable to do anything but offer a sheepish smile, maybe a stuttered confirmation of agreement, of acceptance. A stuttered “Y-Yes!” Said so cheerfully you wonder if he meant to yell so loud that all the other people around can't help but stare in confusion. Which in turn, flusters him even more. Like I said, not particularly shy, but coy.

So, you don't expect it when after a combat, he meets your eyes, gets out of the ring and plants a smooch to your cheek. Your eyes widen, and he wraps a sweaty arm around you, pulling you close as he smiles to the public, his arm lifted a sign of victory. And you stand there, dumbfounded, barely able to breathe as he flaunts you like you're the most valuable prize, as if you shine brighter than gold.

i cannot be convinced otherwise

whether it's classes or slow dancing under the moonlight

as long as you have fun and he gets to hold you, that's all that matters

will teach you guitar if you want

he's an excellent teacher

patient, kind, understanding

also wraps his arms around you from behind and places his hands on yours to help you find the correct chords but anyway

always holds your hand when you two are walking together

it doesn't matter where you are or where you're going, he's going to hold your hand

it's just second nature honestly

puts a lot of thought into your gifts

he wants to tailor each one to suit you perfectly

all the forehead kisses

definitely one of his favorite places to kiss you

it just properly expresses how deeply he cares

that warm and gentle love he has

but also hand kisses

like if he's holding your hand, sometimes he'll bring it up to his lips and press a soft kiss

or if his head is on your lap and you're playing with his hair, he'll take your hand for a second to kiss your palm

it's just instinct for him to return the affection

would introduce you to his mom

would be like really chill about it too?

like no stress, all vibes

he's just really confident she'll like you

would be thrilled if you got along well with his sister

esp if you two actively hang out

her making friends and getting closer to people makes him happy, and if it's you? even better

if the most important people in his life get along, he's thriving

probably introduced you to marinette

mostly to show that he's got no secrets from you but also because she's still one of his closest friends

really wants you two to get along

issues between the two of you would break his heart

also!!!

meeting his dad

when i tell you it was something else

listen

mans is

a lot

like, he's a famous rock star for a reason

he's got a crocodile for goodness sake

(who loves you, btw)

but i mean, if anyone's gonna immediately welcome you into the family, it's jagged

automatically gives you his hoodie/jacket if you're cold

like doesn't even say anything, just takes it off and hands it to you/wraps it around you

def brings you food when you're sick

and a hoodie of his for extra comfort

he knows his scent is comforting so he wears it all day beforehand to make sure it smelled like him as much as possible