One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

27th (LUKA DONČIĆ) 1

>Reader has been dating Luka for a couple of years now, and little does she know, Luka himself wanted to take your relationship to the next step.

>Four part story for Luka!!!

WARNINGS: noneee

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"What is this?"

Luka asked, handholding a plain white stationary envelope. You took steps nearer to him, your eyebrows pinching deeper as you focused on the item in his hand.

You cocked your head to one side, "What...is that? But, wait, where'd you get it?"

"Your office," he shrugged, "I was searching for the stamp by cousin sent me a month ago. Instead I found this. Who are you gonna send a letter to?"

Luka carefully spoke to you, so he wouldn't sound too inquisitive or nosy. He looked at you as you took the envelope from his hand, and stood right next to him. "Ha...what could this be?"

"Ah!" You shook the envelope to him, your eyes wide as you now remember what it was, "it was a letter I wrote when I was 18."

"And what is it all about?"

You smiled at him, bringing the envelope close to your chest. "It's a letter to my future husband."

Future husband? Luka thought to himself. His heart beat fast, though he was not sure what exactly caused it, but the thought of marriage with you made way to a smile forming on his face.

"It's supposed to be a wedding vow, something I wanna read to him for that day instead of sticking to conventional promises and whatnot," you shrugged, looking directly at Luka who was now wearing a sheepish grin, "and you found it. I actually forgot about this, it's been a long time. Thank you, babe."

You gave him a deep kiss on the lips before walking past him, his eyes following your every motion as you walked to the door of your office, "By the way, that stamp you were looking for is in the drawer by the lamp table."

Luka watched you some more as you closed the door shut, his earlier thoughts still lingering at the back of his mind.

"How did you know you were gonna marry her?"

Boban, his teammate, turned to look at him. They were currently inside the gym, and Luka was casually lifting weights while the other was sitting on the bench, resting momentarily.

"Marry?" Boban asked, his brows met, "my wife? Um, I don't know, Luka. I think I have always thought she was the one I was gonna marry. She is kind and compassionate. And Serbian, too."

Luka shook his head, putting down the weights back to its place, "No, I mean...a special moment that happened, perhaps unexpectedly, that made you think, 'yeah, she's the one'."

The other man hummed, thinking. Luka looked closely at him, anticipating an answer from his closest friend within the team.

"Everything is special about her," Boban smiled, "maybe that was it. You know, when you think everything is special about the woman with you now even if she's very mad or she hasn't brushed her teeth in the morning and she leans in to kiss you."

"Kiss? Who's kissing somebody?" Maxi, also one of his teammates butt in, a white towel draped over his shoulder, "What're you guys talking about?"

"Nothing that concerns you or the rest of the flat Earther's society," Luka quipped, earning a round of laughter from Boban, "to which (y/n) said was a bunch of bullcrap."

Maxi laughed along Boban, remembering how he previously tried to convince Luka that the Earth is flat, "Hey now, I was just kidding, okay? Well, if (y/n) debunked the flat Earth theory, then, what's the shape of our planet?"

"Oblate spheroid," he cocked a brow toward Maxi, scoffing playfully as he did, "easy, old man."

"Ha, she's good," Maxi bobbed his head, as he walking to the other corner of the gym, "it's good she's been teaching you how to read."

"At least I don't believe that planets are flat," he bickered back, his voice louder so Maxi would hear even from the distance, "and everyone wears my jerseys, even your mom."

Everyone who heard their banter laughed, making Maxi turn to him and raise his both hands mid-air. He opened his mouth to protest, but ended up sighing and waving his hand dismissively before disappearing to the south corner of the room. Boban shook his head as his laughter died down, and turned to Luka once again.

"Why did you ask me that question, though?" The man asked, and Luka motioned to him, "Are you planning something?"

"Planning something?" He pulled his head back, "I'm not...I don't know, I just thought of it, I guess."

"Luka, man. Trust me, I was also acting like that when I was first thinking about marrying my wife," Boban stated. It took him a couple of seconds before internalizing what he just said, his eyes widening at the realization, "oh my god, are thinking of marrying (y/n)?"

He looked around, observing if anyone had heard Boban as his usual enthusiastic self came out. He turned back to his friend when he noticed no one glanced their way, "Quiet. Lower your voice. I mean, I'm just thinking about...it. I have been, actually, for months now. It even became stronger when the other day, I found a letter she wrote for her 'future husband' back when she was 18. It's driving me crazy."

"Woah," Boban gently clapped his hands, a wide smile surfacing on his face, "that's good, man. That's great. But, before we go on stuff about marriage...you have to ask yourself, can you see yourself with her years from now?"

Luka slowly nodded his head, the picture of your face fluttering in his mind, "Yes...I do."

"Can you see yourself still with her even if she lose all her hair and go bald?"

"What kind of question is that?" His brows pinched, taken aback from his friend's question. A chuckle rose from his throat, looking at Boban as if the other had gone mad, "Did you ask yourself that question, too?"

The man shook his head, laughing, "No, I did not. I didn't have to question myself. Because I know I would. It's just, you're young Luka. And (y/n) is young, too. Marriage, not easy. It's a responsibility, a lifetime filled with responsibilities,"

"And there's kids. Little babies and children looking like you and her who would be running around, and you're gonna take care of them. Plus, they're expensive, not to mention a lot of hardwork and sleepless nights. Do you want that?"

"We can still be married and not have kids right away, right?" He asked, Boban's words added to his then thoughts of marrying you.

The other shrugged, "Up to you, and for the most part, her. She's the one getting pregnant and carry the baby."

He nodded, his thoughts spiraling down inside his mind. Would he want to marry you? Definitely, yes. He could not see himself with anyone else anymore. And he doesn't want to see you with someone else, either. Would he still stick around if you go bald? Yes, definitely. But he knew he was gonna take care of you until he can, and for whatever he can provide, just so you wouldn't have to suffer such.

Would he want you to have his kids? Yes. A hundred times yes. He wanted you to have his kids, and wanted to take care of them with you. You had always been so kind to his little nephews and nieces, and basically to every other children you meet. You would be a perfect addition to his family. Not to mention, every one of them loves you.

Luka smiled to himself, before turning to Boban. "Yeah, I wanna marry her. I really want to."