nico talking about luke's first goal
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nico talking about luke's first goal
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nico hischier/luke hughes | 2,615 words | G | chirpin'
summary: “No fucking way,” Jack splutters. Quinn looks up from his phone, eyebrows furrowed. “Luke’s on his way. Not for us, though!” Jack looks up as he speaks, smirking wickedly. Quinn huffs out a breath of laughter.
“Let me guess – starts with Nico, ends with Hischier?”
part 6 of olympic village
fic idea:
unwilling legacy frat bro luke who hates anything and everything about university greek life and wants to focus on his studies instead of the impending leadership role he is going to take over
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professor nico who sees the toll the frat takes on luke and his subsequent failing grade in nico’s class who then reaches out to luke about coming to his office hours to work out how to raise his grade & luke just dumping all of his issues onto nico bc no one else will listen to him
enter nico trying to help luke work around academic and frat stress all the while learning more about luke as a person (they fall in love over time)
nico/luke (plot twist i know) + "secrets" <3
I'm sorry for the delay! Life got in the way but we're here now, I hadn't forgotten
"Luke," Nico hisses, frantically looking around him, like he hasn't locked the door behind them, like they aren't inside Nico's apartment, "what are you doing? You know we can't."
Luke just his bottom lip out, just a little, a sketch of a pout, the wide-eyed boy expression that still gets him into trouble, and out of it, sometimes. He smooths Nico's shirt with his hands, running them across Nico's shoulders, down his arms, a butterfly-soft touch that leaves goosebumps in its wake.
"Please?" He asks, leaning closer to Nico, so much that he can smell his aftershave, feel his warm breath caressing Luke's cheek.
He's close enough to count all of Nico's eyelashes, when his resolve crumbles and he closes his eyes, a failed attempt to try to keep Luke from seeing how weak he is to him.
"Okay," Nico complies, and Luke can't stop his smile from spreading, "we'll keep her. It'll be our secret," he turns towards Luke's balled up sweatshirt, the tiny head peering out of the makeshift cocoon, "do you have a name?"
straight to luke...
sitting beside each other and flirting won them that game