#poor luca

[skellebon]

luca’s stuck with the creepiest kylar of my PCs lol

[chaotic-orphan]

Golden Boy (IV)

Read part one // Masterpost // continued from here

Oh my gosh, so sorry for the delay, this was entirely my fault, @whumpasaurus101 beat me with a stick until I finished mmhm, I'm sorry, I wanted this part to be perfect BECAUSE THIS IS THE INTRO OF MY BOY OH HON HON HON!!!!!!!! ENJOY!!!

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“Jet.” Luca says as Jet steps out of Captain Daniels' office. Jet doesn't answer. “Jet. I didn't know-”

“Stop, Luca, please, you're making this harder for the two of us,” Jet hisses into Luca's ear as he marches him back through the halls to the entrance of the building. He turns right, walking down a dimly lit hall towards the back of the Admin building towards two heavy wooden doors. Jet stops outside the doors for a moment, collecting himself, fixing his uniform. Luca thought it smart to do the same, but there was nothing he could do to hide the bloodstains on his shirt. He swallows as he glances at Jet.

Jet knocks on the door- three raps with his knuckles, opening the door when he hears a grunt of approval. Inside, sat General Castor Flint, sitting upright behind a large, mahogany desk, just about as imposing as the man himself. He was in his mid-to-late forties, salt and pepper hair cut neatly against his head, but longer than Luca expected, swept back away from his face that was tanned from years of being on the field. His shoulders were broad, a shadow of a beard coated his jaw and around his lips which were in a straight, unimpressed line. He wore a pair of rectangular reading glasses perched on the edge of his nose and looked from a file at the pair when they entered. Overcast, stormy grey eyes found Luca, scanning his face with interest, before flicking to Jet. Jet clears his throat quietly. “General Flint, this is-”

Flint holds up a hand, silencing Jet instantly, gaze flicking back to Luca. It felt like an assault on his senses, and Luca felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. “I know who this is. Thank you, Second Lieutenant. You are dismissed.”

Jet hesitates on the spot for a moment, not wanting to leave Luca by himself with the man but as Flint's eyes raise to meet his, a shiver slides down Jet's spine. He forces himself out of his mind, nodding once as he refuses to make eye contact with Luca; the guilt too strong as he bows his head and quickly leaves.

The tenseness in Luca's shoulders only increased at the sound of the door clicking shut behind him. Flint was too occupied to notice, eyes cast down to his desk, flipping a page. The General was dressed in black camo, as opposed to the usual green, dressed casually and yet somehow Luca knew that he would be ready to jump into battle on a second's notice. After a long beat of waiting for the General to speak, Luca looks down at the table to see what interested Flint so much and stiffens slightly, his file. His military file that has almost — if not every piece of information on him.

“Luca Fletcher,” Flint hums thoughtfully as his finger's thrum against the dark mahogany table. “Really quite the record you have yourself here. In and out of foster homes since you were a kid. Some for bad behaviour, others for disappearing at all hours, others for starting fights with your foster family…”

Luca sets his jaw hard as Flint reads through his history as if it was a simple bedtime story.

“You weren't very successful in school either, were you?” Flint hums like a disappointed parent. Luca knew that tone — it was intended to hurt him — to get him riled up and it was bloody working. He tightens his hands into fists behind his back and bites his cheek to keep silent.

“Skipping classes,” he tuts as he flips the page, “Disrupting classmates and teachers. Failing,” Flint stares at the page pointedly, “all of your exams- you do know you get points for writing your name, right?”

Oh, Luca was going to kill that bastard.

“It says here you're highly skilled, but I'll be honest, Fletcher, it's hard to believe that when-” he brings out a whole new file. Double the size of Luca's. It thuds on the wood with its weight and Flint chuckles, “there seems to be a few behaviour issues here. You seem to be a ticking time bomb, cadet.” Flint leans back in his chair, removing his glasses with crisp precision; grabbing them by the bridge, and snapping the arms closed before setting them down on the desk in front of him. Pale eyes flash to Luca's. “Tell me,” he leans back in his chair, intertwining his fingers over his stomach, “why are you still here?”

Luca shrugs, eyes darting around the room, “Dunno. I have skill, potential—”

“For a cadet,” Flint interrupts, slowly getting out of his chair, the leather creaking with the motion, approaching Luca with confident sure strides. “There's not a speck of manners in you, is there, boy?”

Luca looks at him, eyes boring into the man as he studies every scar— every wrinkle on the man's face. A jagged, faded scar runs across the man's cheek to the corner of his lips, made more noticeable when he smirks. Wrinkles fold into his skin, but they are soft, most gathered by his forehead probably from all his frowning- Luca thinks to himself but he's brought out of his trance as the man circles Luca, taking him in like prey.

“Straighten your back.”

The command was short, but Luca's eyes snapped to the man. “Wh-what?”

Flint's hands shot out, one hand going to the cadet's chest and the other to his spine, roughly straightening Luca's posture as he hums approvingly. “It's an awful pet peeve of mine… never sits well with me when a man — no doubt a man in uniform — has incorrect posture.”

Luca gulps, his lower back already aching slightly but he doesn't have time to focus on it as the general continues to speak.

“You are a mess. I'm looking at you for under a minute and I can already see innumerable faults; those creases in your shirt, the blood stains painting the fabric, the dry bloodstains on your skin make you look idiotic and don't get me started on that mess of a nest you call your hair.”

Luca blinks, slightly in shock as he looks dumbfound at the general. Did he just insult his hair? “What…?”

“You think you deserve a higher rank than a cadet? I'll give you my honest opinion, Fletcher. You best be damn grateful I wasn't in charge of the cadets, because I wouldn't have let you through the opening ceremony.”

Anger boils hot in Luca's chest burning.

“Go on,” Flint says, raising a brow, challenging. “Look at you, already two minutes in and you cannot control your anger.”

Luca clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth to the point where it felt like they could crumble under pressure. He was more than a cadet, he fought better- he was stronger, this bastard had no right to undermine him!

Flint chuckles, patting Luca's cheek with a heavy hand before returning back to his desk, military boots thudding against the wooden panelling of the floor. Luca is left standing there, desperately trying to cling onto any ounce of control that he had.

“You have no discipline, Fletcher. And no compliance. Your behaviour is worse than a child's screaming at a fair. Without these attributes, you will never be a good soldier.” His cold eyes rise to meet Luca's. “That's why you've been sent to me. From now on, I will be taking over your training, cadet.”

Luca's eyes blew wide. “What? But you can’t do that!”

Flint responds with a chuckle, retrieving two pieces of paper from a file before sliding them across the desk with three fingers, eyes trained on Luca. Luca felt his gaze bore into his skull as he stepped forward to the table and glanced at the two orders in front of him.

“This is a transfer order from Captain Daniels,” Flint said in his rumbling voice. He moved his fingers to the second paper. “Which was approved by the Major General. This is an honour, Fletcher, especially for someone like you. You are lucky they didn't give up on you because if it were up to me? I'd have you gone in a heartbeat.” “Lucky?” Luca scoffs, taking a step forward, unable to control his anger raging through him. “I am one of the most skilled cadets—”

“Watch your tone, Fletcher,” Flint warns, raising an eyebrow as he looks up at the cadet, and Luca listened. “I am the one in control of you now, I make the decisions. Now fix that damn posture along with that attitude, before I have to go over and fix them both for you.”

Luca bites his cheek, his eyes burning a glare into Flint's skull, but he straightened and kept his mouth pressed firmly in a thin line.

“This is only the beginning, cadet, but I swear that I will make you an excellent soldier worthy of your potential. You can choose to either work with me, or against me, but the end will remain the same,” Flint tells him with such certainty as if he was predicting the future and reading the facts. “You will burn as bright as the stars,” he says, his expression darkening, “or you will burn out, but burn you will, boy."

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Continued here

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[muzetrigger]

Guys, I love Duke but…

Why are you such a diva?

Also these panels.

Luca is about to display such unwarranted fatherless behavior.

[dreadwolfshenangians]

[interview]

[cassiebellbottoms]

My hc on the Luca/Domi/Jeanne dynamic is Jeanne being the sweetest bean to both. Domi and Luca are willing to die for her but Luca is constantly conflicted whether Domi is his treasured ally or another rival he must trample for Jeanne’s affection.

Jeanne is blissfully unaware. Domi and Luca are friends 70% of the time but Domi starts hitting those flirty comments and winking at Jeanne and Luca hits her with the coldest glare.

He’s getting a headache from squinting so hard and Domi’s sweating fucking bullets and Jeanne wants more strawberry cake.

[lluvguts]

okay but imagine luca at university reading all of those cheap romance paperbacks, and giulia lets alberto in on his small obsession over them and for halloween alberto dresses up as some corny, shirt-unbuttoned muscly fishermen just to fluster him.

[the-makingsofgreatness]

horrible when youre trying to write and you want to write but nothing is happening 😥😞

[giotanner]

awwwh Marwan Kenzari in DC universe ♥♥

Now I hope the random-jealous guys of Luca Marinelli fans (just because he had a little chance to be well-known around the world) can be silent because Marwan had a contract with Disney and now with DC

Marwan deserves SO MUCH but in 2020 I really didn’t tollerate these people who compared these two awesome actors.

Their careers were SO differents, their backgrounds and so also their chances: in these years Marwan had (DESERVED) more chances, so pls shut up and be happy for him, instead to be angry about other actors, thank you