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Luka
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Fan FavouriteReader!! [ More of a fan favourite than Luka ]
Context. :
Reader and Luka are both fan favourites among the Aliens, and the Aliens notice you both have chemistry - And while some adore their ''new power couple'', most don't take it too well.
Warnings : [ For the whole series in general ]
Reader and Luka are in a relationship and they are quite fond of each other but keep it secret from everyone else.
Fluffish,
some Angst but with a LOT of comfort,
Death threats [ Luka gets some for having chemistry with reader - Kinda wanted to be like how male and female idols get hate for hanging with other fan favourite idols by creepy, parasocial fans in real life, but the creepy fans are the aliens - also Reader is MORE of a fan favourite than Luka ]
Reader's Alien is nice - The alien is like her company [ like in real life ] ,
Reader is shown to be dolled up and '' Perfect', due to her being literally made to be beautiful and to perform, but has autonomy in what she wears,
Reader has a diverse closet, but the outfits are quite specific.
Reader also has to deal with creepy fans telling her what to wear and having to deal with them looking at her in a creepy way, leading to her sometimes wearing oversized clothing, but Luka intervenes [ privately ]
Reader is shown to be used to the [ POSITIVE - not negative ] attention the Aliens give her.
Mentions of Reader being asked innapropriate questions, [ luka intervenes ]
Tickling
Mentions of Luka not wanting to take medicine and pills.
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Lights flashed around you, bright and glaring, as eyes, some, in awe, and adoration, beaming with excitement , while others, wide and beady, lazily sweeping over you from in front, carefully watched your every move, the mic directly in your face, as you calmly, yet gracefully reapplied your lip gloss, a dusty pink, the shade tinting your soft lips, adding another layer of gloss that perfectly complimenting your outfit, a large, comfortable hoodie, the colour of freshly fallen snow, perfectly engulfing your frame in all the right places -
In other words, acting as a form of protection from eyes that lingered on your body when you preformed and the texts you received to wear form fitting, see through, '' Sexy'', clothing and to perform in private clubs in inappropriate poses - Which your Alien shut down immediately, filing restraining orders and sending out official statements to address the issue, to which you felt a small sense of comfort.
Luka hated how they treated you - like you were a doll to be admired, a toy to play with till it broke, one that could be discarded and replaced at any moment, - Just like him.
Oddly, he didn't want that for you, he didn't want them to look at you with such lust in their eyes, didn't want you to be a sex symbol, or exploited, when if it was anyone else, he wouldn't have felt much, maybe a twing of sympathy, but even that would be quickly drowned in the sea of expectation and competition that he was barely managing to stay afloat in.
But not you - Not the girl who stood up to his owner, Heparu, confronting him about the experiementing done on Luka, the girl who wouldn't let the doctors take Luka for another surgery when he was in critical condition, who fought with Heparu to give him comfortable clothes, to give him rest, and comfort.
The girl who let him curl up against her body at night, who gently took him into her warm embrace and carded her soft fingers through his hair, her touch gentle yet grounding while she hummed a soothing lullaby to help him sleep.
The one who confessed first, a rosy pink hue dusting over her cheeks, as she bit her lower glossy pink lip in anticipation, her eyes swirling with a pool of mirth and fondness that was quite rare in the corrupted hell they lived in.
So no, not you, never you, not his god, his universe.
So when another Alien got way too close for his liking, and you seemed clearly uncomfortable, politely asking them to step back, as you created distance to which they just stepped closer, Luka intervened, getting up from his position on the floor, where he was curling into himself, pulling his knees up to his chest, and where almost thousands of camera flashes were blinding both you and him, his palm connecting with the Alien Fan's face in a brutal slap, leaving an angry red mark on their cheek.
For a moment, the room froze, Luka's hand suspended in the air, the eyes of the Alien, wide and frozen in a state of shock, your normally warm eyes that softened only for a few people, now wide and confused, before the frost of shock melted away into pure chaos.
The Alien - Offended and simmering with rage, moved forward again to start another fight, before your owner stepped forward to intervene, and you quickly, yet gently, tugged on Luka's own sweatshirt, silently urging him to run, to which he obliged, long, ice cold fingers, wrapping around your wrist as you fled the scene.
Soon your soft pants from exertion became giggles as you ran, further, and further away from the brawl Luka had just created.
Finally reaching your [ shared ] room, one that your Alien owners didn't even know about, you both collapsed onto the plush bed, covered with silky satin sheets, giggling from the sudden rush of adrenaline you both felt at defying your owners like that, even if it was rare that you both would be punished, being their perfect little pet's who gave so much publicity and entertainment that they could do no wrong.
Positioning yourself so that your head was on his chest, your silky soft hair, illuminated by the dim purple candlelight that the Aliens would've never let you have, prefering stark white lights, and pure white rooms, with no colour and no individuality, making it so much easier to sell concepts to the public, to market humans like the perfect dolls that they used to sell, before the Aliens came, although you and Luka barely remember it, hell, you both barely remember your real family, if they even had the chance to talk to either of you before dying or being sold as pets or slaves.
But your room wasn't like that, in fact it was the direct opposite, photo's of you both as children, to funny photo's, to one of your dates - Which wasn't all that bad, considering how most of them were just you both sneaking off into night clubs in disguise, or slipping into cafes - You both even went to a cat cafe once, however most dates were spent in this room, playing games, talking, or even braiding each other hair and doing each others makeup.
Your room had LED lights you'd stolen from a set after a performance, that had a remote controller to change the colours, now set to a light amethyst purple, Luka's signature colour, and your favourite.
Wrapping his cold arms around you, you leaned into his embrace, letting out a soft sigh of contentment, snuggling further into his side, as he rested his cheek on your head, nuzzling into the silky, soft locks there, the work of your stylist to make you look " Perfect ", to which Luka still found offense to because, '' You're already perfect ? ''
Lulled by the soft, faint sound of his heartbeat, you found your eyelids drooping, your thick eyelashes, again the work of your stylist and owner using special serums and genetic experiments, after all you were ;'made to perform'', brushing again the soft skin of your cheek, as Luka absentmindedly stroked your hip with his thumb.
Suddenly you reached to your bedside table, grabbing Luka's inhaler and heart medication, one you had actually thrown hands with Heparu for to give Luka, and gently dangling it above his head to which he groaned, nuzzling his face further into your hair, making something warm tingle through your chest as you slowly pulled away, propping yourself up on your elbow and giving him a pointed look, gesturing to the medicine.
'' Do I have to take it?'', he groaned, trying to tug you back down to the bed, and failing, causing a fond smile to make its way to your lips, your eyes glimmering with mirth as you looked down at him.
'' Mhmm'', you hummed softly in agreement, bringing it up to his lips, despite knowing how his owners has caused him to need it in the first place and forced him to take it, he still needed it, and you wanted to make it as enjoyable as possible. '' Love, you need it''
Despite his heart skipping a beat at the pet name, he still remained strong, steadfast and stubborn, in delaying it as much as possible, closing his lips and angling his head so that he could avoid the pills and medicine.
Letting out a soft sigh, clouded with mock frustration, an idea suddenly popping into your head, '' I'll make you a deal'', You offered, as Luka suddenly turned his face back to you again, '' I'm listening''
'' If you take your medicine I'll stay with you for the whole day - No interruptions, no fan meets, nothing''
If Luka had cat ears, they would've perked up at the very moment you mentioned, '' The entire day'',
''Deal''.
A / N : Ok yall so like I know I already have so many fanfictions, and works in progress but starting this series was wayyyy too tempting.
