Lean on Us: NEW AND IMPROVED (LukaxAdrienxReader)

Daddy Issues

(Y/N)'s face flushed at the way Luka's jaw dropped. (Y/N) never hid the fact that their family had ridiculous amounts of money, having picked up the bill for just about every group outing since meeting everyone, but seeing their house was an entirely different experience. Luka remembered (Y/N) explaining their own disbelief at the fact that they'd be living there when Owen brought them. "I know it's a little over the top," (Y/N) laughed, almost nervous when they squeezed Luka's hand "Especially for the four of us."

Luka was reeling from not only how huge the place was, but the intricate, careful details in the architecture itself. Houses like this were sold for exorbitant prices even in the countryside, Luka didn't even want to think about how much it could be with Paris prices. Just the driveway was bigger than his entire place. He stood in the entryway now, holding the door open for (Y/N) "There's no way I don't get lost at least once" he shrugged, his hand finding (Y/N)'s again with a smirk on his face "I guess that means I just have to keep holding your hand."

(Y/N) smiled, and Luka melted. He'd do horrible things just to see that contented, almost dazed-from-happiness smile. The further they walked into the house, the better it smelled. Someone was cooking up a storm, did (Y/N) have a private chef? From the looks of the house, they could easily afford it. He felt almost like a lost puppy, the way he followed them around the house, if it were anyone else he'd probably feel embarrassed. But there was something sweet about it, turning his mind off for a moment and letting (Y/N) take the lead. 

"I have the hostage!" (Y/N) cheered as they turned a corner into what had to be the nicest kitchen Luka had ever seen. When he thought of rich people, he almost exclusively imagined the overly modern, void-of-personality homes he saw online, but this house? This kitchen? It felt like home just stepping into it. He looked to the counter and saw Owen cooking up a storm, he easily had at least three things on the burner and what looked like ten different meals in various stages of completion. Yet it radiated organized chaos. 

Owen threw his head back in a full belly laugh "I'd hardly call a boy who's about to eat my award-winning cooking hostage, (Y/N)" 

"Or someone with the second-best partner alive." A slightly deeper voice added, a hint of an Italian accent."

"Who's the best?" Owen asked, whirling around and ready to be defensive

"You are, baby." the man laughed, nothing but fondness in his voice as he stepped behind Owen, wrapping his arms around his waist as he cooked. Milo took advantage of the height difference and kissed the top of Owen's head. Luka looked on with admiration, glancing at (Y/N) and secretly hoping for a moment like this. 

"Oh," Luka could practically hear the sudden bashfulness in Owen's voice as he spoke "Well, then-" he shook his head and focused on cooking. Milo peeled himself away, leaving with a parting kiss to get back to peeling vegetables. 

"I didn't know you were here already, Milo." (Y/N) said, plopping down on one of the chairs by the kitchen island, gesturing for Luka, who stood frozen in the walkway, to join them. (Y/N) reached over the counter and stole a piece of fruit from the spread Milo had been working on, offering one to Luka which he took. He always loved strawberries. 

Milo smiled, his dark fluffy hair moving with him has he laughed "Owen said there was a teenage emergency." He looked at  Owen, who'd turned around, his expression screaming that he wasn't supposed to say that. Milo continued talking, unfazed "All but threatened me to get here early. I don't think he's ready to see you dating." his voice lowered to a whisper, leaning closer to (Y/N) and Luka as if he were about to share a secret "Between you and I, though, I just think he doesn't want to embarrass you." he leaned back, all smiles as he wiped his hand off on a towel before extending it to Luka "I'm Milo, Owen's boyfriend"