#Mgc smut

[inthepassengerside]

Halloween

warnings: oral (f), fingering, sir like once, dirty talk, cuddling before and after

a/n: this is old </3

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It was getting late. You had decided to go to a party closer an opposite side of the city with your friends—who were best friends with a group of boys.

It was a Halloween party, you had just dressed up as a simple angel. You had nothing in your closet as it was a last minute decision to go, and that was the only thing you could put together from previous years.

It was your third year of college, and you weren’t one to turn down a party. Even though you were upset at your friends for feeling the need to attend an hour before it begun, you still went. It was Halloween! You wanted to have fun.

So, you put on your white eyeliner and cute outfit and decided to go have a ball. You might have looked a little childish since your friends dressed, well, to be undressed, but, you hoped they could get some and have an eventful night. You weren’t looking for anything other than a good time.

As to the particular boys who were hosting this party, they were all nice. Calum was the closest to you guys, always checking up in the group chats and reaching out to invite you to these type of things.

None of the boys were dressed up, each in comfortable house attire. You thought it was very lame, not the type of energy a Halloween party should have.

Sometimes you felt forgotten, but it wasn’t anything towards your friends. You just weren’t as close to all the people they were. You got along with them well, Ashton, Michael, Calum, and Luke. You had spoken to Luke less than the others, as he was a little shy, but you knew he was a good guy.

As it was getting late, an incredibly heavy thunderstorm had begun. The people in the room lessened as bodies were leaving and you and your friends helped clean up. Nobody ever bothered to stick around for that part.

“Wow, it’s incredible outside,” Michael said as he walked to throw out some garbage he picked up.

“Oh shit! What are we going to do? We can’t drive home in this. The one time we all stayed sober, too,” Your friend let out a chuckle.

As all they all talked amongst themselves they decided it was the best to spend the night. Heat rose to your cheeks. Where were you going to sleep? You didn’t like sharing rooms or spending the night anywhere other than your bed. Thunderstorms terrified you already.

You sighed to yourself and sat down on the sofa as you finished your last spot of cleaning.

“There’s a spare bedroom upstairs. It’s a queen sized bed. There are four of you though, anyone can take the floor or we can pull out some cushions from this couch,” Ashton shrugged.

You spoke up before anyone else took the offer, “If you guys are all cool with sharing a bed I’ll just take the couch down here,”

“Are you sure? There can be enough space if anyone wants to stay in our rooms too,” Calum said.

Luke was looking at his feet. He ruffled a hand through his hair and then pulled out his phone, sitting down across from you.

“Nah, thank you, but it’s fine. I honestly prefer it,” You sent him a shy smile, to which he mirrored back.

Your eyes landed on your friends, who were each sending you apologetic looks from across the room. You also smiled their way, waving your hand, telling them not to worry about it.

Ashton sighed, “Well, it’s been a long day guys, so I’m heading up. Thank you all for coming, we’ll see you in the morning.”

Everyone agreed and said goodnight, piling up the stairs one after another, except Luke, who wandered a few steps away into his room and shut the door.

It actually felt nice, the air conditioner kept the room cool and a comforting silence.

The only thing that sucked was the clothes you had on. You were waiting for someone to offer, but you’re sure it just slipped their minds. You were wondering if you could pull off just sleeping in your costume, but the thought of your skirt riding up and one of the guys finding you on the couch exposed made you nervous. You wandered over to Luke’s room since he was the closest and knocked on his door.

It took him a minute before he opened the door, his hair matted against his forehead and his face a little red, breathing heavy which was concerning. You decided not to dwell on it and just ask before he fell asleep. It had been a solid fifteen minutes after everyone said goodnight.

“I’m so sorry, but I can’t sleep in these clothes. Do you mind if I borrow some? I swear I’ll have them back in the morning.” You rambled, biting the inside of your cheek out of nervousness. You wouldn’t feel this bad if you had talked to him on the regular, but you didn’t.

It took him a little while before he actually responded, just staring at you, “Yeah, yeah of course.”

Luke opened the door wider so you could walk in. You took the time to admire the small, but comfortable room he had as you waited for some clothes. A tiny sofa chair, guitars, and posters aligned in a corner along with other items that resembled his character.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to see Luke, holding folded items as he extended them out to you.

“Thank you so much,” You said as you showed a small smile, “Like I said I’ll have these back tomorrow.”

He waved, “Stop, I don’t care about that. Get some sleep. There’s a bathroom along the other side of this wall for you to change.”

You glanced out the door to where he pointed and started walking towards it.

“Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning,” You said to the blonde boy, making your way into the bathroom.

You set the clothes on top of the sink and started undressing. He had given you four items. A pair of boxers, a t-shirt, crewneck, and sweatpants. You put on the boxers and t-shirt and left the others on the sink folded next to your costume.

The thought of wearing another boy’s clothing made you blush, but you pushed the thought away just as fast as it entered your mind.

It was no doubt Luke was a very attractive man. You end up feeling upset sometimes that you’re not close with him because you want to spend more time with him. He’s also part of the reason you came to this party.

Flicking off the lights, you shut the door and made yourself comfortable on the couch. Ashton had brought you down pillows and covers as well.

You spent the next ten minutes scrolling on your phone before attempting to go to sleep.

———————————————————————————

Flashes of white keep you unsteady for the next half hour.

The uncomfortable couch didn’t help, the whole situation made you break out in sweats. Readjusting your position for what felt like the hundredth time that night, you ended up on your back.

Thunder roared as you jolted. You sat up, you were never going to fall asleep.

Before you could shut your eyes in effort to ease your restlessness, a door squeaked open and light dimly lit the room. Your head turned, noticing Luke standing in the doorway.

“Are you ever going to fall asleep?” He asked, tone nothing but serious.

You felt so embarrassed. You figured it wouldn’t be that obvious you were tossing and turning, but the noises of the couch creaking every time you turned didn’t help, “I’m so sorry. Did I wake you?”

He rubbed his tired eyes, “What’s keeping you awake?”

“The storm, and I can’t seem to get comfortable.”

He walked towards you and reached to collect your pillows and sheets, “Come sleep in my room. There’s only one window and I have thick curtains.”

“No, no, I promise you it’s fine.”

“You’re not going to fall asleep out here. C’mon.”

You sighed, “Thank you.”

He smiled, “Don’t mention it.”

You walked into his room and he put your pillows and sheets on the recliner. Walking towards it, Luke’s eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing?”

“Um, getting ready to sleep.”

“You’re taking the bed, don’t even think about arguing it’s too late for that.”

You shook your head. “Luke I already feel guilty about waking you up. Please let me take the chair.”

You heard fake snores. Wow, okay.

You chucked to yourself. “Thank you.” Getting into his unmade bed, you flicked off the lamp on the nightstand as you both said goodnight.

Yet the thunderstorm was only getting worse. You spent the next five minutes embracing the cold sheets before realizing you were too scared to sleep alone.

You felt so embarrassed. Back home, you were able to tell one of your girlfriends to sleep in the same bed- yet share a respectable distance.

Shivers went down your spine. You had to suck it up, just for one night.

Before you could let your thoughts wander any deeper, you felt the bed dip and a faint smell of cologne. “I can see you shiver every time there’s movement outside. Is this okay? Are you uncomfortable?” Luke was spooning you— he draped his hand over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You could cry, really, and the last few hours emphasized feelings for this boy that you didn’t know were already there. You felt your entire body get hot, yet all tension left it at the same time. You eased into his touch, pushing your head further into the pillows which resulted to his in your neck. You swore there were tears welling in your eyes.

“Yeah, very comfortable. Thanks.” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

He didn’t break his position. “We’re in a really intimate position right now, so I feel like there’s no other time to bring this up, but, I really want to get to know you better. I really like you,” the blonde chuckled.

“I do too, Luke. I would love to spend more time with you.”

You swore you were dreaming. You were all alone a few minutes ago, and now you’re sleeping in Luke’s bed— with him.

You felt his fingers move to your side, the digits playing and fidgeting with your exposed skin. He untucked his head from your neck, instead moving your hair over your shoulder and kissing along the space he created.

Heat immediately erupted all over your body. God, it’s been so long— too long— since you’ve been touched.

You melt into him, arching and breathing heavy. He sits up, leaving you both on your side, but to get easier access to your body.

Luke continues suckling on your neck, making noticeable marks no doubt. He nips at your ear, creating marks down your jaw. The blonde continues his suckling for a while, going back and licking at each of the marks before flipping you on your back.

You both can barely see each other, Luke flicks on the lamp next to his bed yet it’s still so dark you can only see his prominent features.

His face is flushed, lips parted and puffed, hair disheveled. So much like when you opened the door to ask for clothes an hour or two ago.

You’re sure you look similar— you feel heat course throughout your body and you’re incredibly needy for him and his touch.

He reaches forward after admiring you for a good while. “Can I take this off?” Tugging at your shirt.

“Yes.”

You practically cry out, you didn’t want to seem too touch deprived— but damn was this getting you.

He pulls up your shirt and admires your beauty. He looks like he’s starving and you’re the only meal in the room. “God help me,” he mumbles.

You chuckle, but it’s cut off quickly as he reaches down to start toying with your breasts. “Mm, such pretty tits all for me. Right? Just f’me?” You gasped, you weren’t expecting dirty talk this soon, but it was working. You were soaking your panties, you’re so sure the patch can be seen through his boxers.

“Mm, yes baby,” you moan. You were always loud in bed with each experience you’ve had. Most of the guys didn’t like it, so you tried to keep quiet this time.

Luke did the unexpected, bringing his mouth down to suck along your breast, keeping attention on the other as well. You closed your eyes, lost in bliss as he slightly nibbled your nipple. You cried out, glaring down at him just to see him already glaring up at you.

He switched, doing the same exact thing to the opposite breasts. It was going to be a long night and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to it.

“How wet are you?” He murmurs as he glides down your body, peppering kisses until he meets the waistband of your—his—boxers.

You’re taken aback by the question, “what?”

“How wet did you get for me?” He repeated.

“Um, I want you,” you blushed.

He chuckled, “I know you do baby, but that wasn’t my question. I want you to tell me how wet you are. Can you feel it?”

“Yes, I can feel it Luke.” You want to break eye contact, but it feels impossible, the way he’s looking at you is addicting.

“Describe it to me. How does it feel?” He continues.

You moan, “I can feel it soaking my panties, Luke. It’s gushing out of me and I’m sure you’ll be able to see it through your boxers. I need it, please, I need you so bad.”

His lips part a good amount. He looks even hungrier than before, and you can tell your words tested him. The blonde wasn’t expecting you to be so— descriptive.

“Fucking christ, well let’s see then?” He sits back on his knees as you arch up for him, wanting him to see that you want him to see.

You were right, you’re absolutely soaked through and the wet patch is even bigger than you both expected. Luke sighed heavily.

“Looks like you’re right peach. Fucking drenched. You’re incredible.” You gave him innocent eyes when you looked up at him.

Boldness hit you. You wanted to say something, but debated saying it because you didn’t know if he would be into it or not. Taking a chance, you reply,

“Are you going to clean up my mess, sir?”

What were once oceanic blue orbs turned to navy, all you could sense was lust. Luke wasted no time. Ripping off his boxers and your panties in one go.

He lay flat on his stomach before diving right into your core. You slammed the palm of your hand onto your mouth, moaning right into it.

Right away, he rips your hand off your mouth and puts it into his hair. You tug at his locks. The strokes if his tongue were going back and forth between your entrance and clit. You glanced down at him and it was the biggest mistake, his glare towards you was enough to make your head fall right back to where it was on the pillow as your eyes rolled back.

He sucks your sensitive nub into his mouth, and it’s impossible to not hear the slurping. You’ve never felt pleasure like this before, in fact, you think this is the first time someones ever gone down on you. You bite your lip to surprise your moans, but it barely works.

Luke switches up, his mouth going down to push into and lap up at your core, cleaning up all the arousal that’s pooling out of you. He brings his fingers into the mix, thumbing at your clit and rubbing circles so roughly.

He continues his assault on your pussy in the most euphoric way. He sits up, his fingers still pumping inside of you.

“Baby, thinking about all the things Im going to do to you when you’re mine.. G’nna fuck this tight little pussy so good, so hard..”

You groan, “Please baby. Tell me how, tell me.”

“Mmm. Fuck you messy n’ tired. Take you from behind, slowly, and feel you up, kissin down your back. Or I’ll have you so good that you cum so much it hurts, but you still ask for more.”

He puts his mouth back on you and you cum right then and there. It’s such bliss you don’t understand how someone could ever make you feel like this. Flashes of white flash behind your eyes and you can’t tell if it’s lightning filling the room or just your aftershocks of the orgasm.

Luke is still going, lapping up your cum that leaks out of you. You’re hand that’s raked in his hair starts tugging, telling him to stop. He pulls back, coming up immediately to kiss you.

“That was incredible, thank you. I’ve never felt that before,” you compliment. He gives you a lazy smile.

You notice his erection against your leg as you sit up. “Let me take care of you?”

“Mmm, we both need sleep love. In the morning? Wake me up with it.” He smirks. Your face heats up again.

The boy pulls his shirt back over you, turning off the lamp and tucks you both into your covers.

Before you fall into a deep and comfortable sleep as Luke is rubbing your back, you think of what has just happened and smile to yourself. This event will play back in your head forever, and you can’t help but hope everything that’s happened with Luke will continue to evolve.

You hear and feel his quiet breathes, and you realize you’re not sure if you can ever sleep without him during thunderstorms again.

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[bratzforchris]

No Tricks, Only Treats

Summary ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆: Luke knows just how to treat you when you have to miss out on your favorite Halloween party of the year<3

Pairing: Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), marking, protected p in v, blasphemy (oh god, etc.), a bit/mention of a role-play scenario, sex while reader is sick, fluffy ending

Word Count: 2.1k (exactly!)

Note: Happy Halloween everyone! Whether or not you celebrate, I hope you have a lovely day <3 Also, I know the photo technically isn't Halloween, but I wanted Luke to look somewhat nurselike for the purpose of this fic >.<

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“There’s no way I’m going to that party, Y/N.” Luke mumbled, snuggling beside you on the couch as he pulled a fluffy, white throw blanket over both of you. 

“You…” You paused to let out a chesty cough. “You have to, Lu. You’ve never missed an Ash Halloween party.”

“You’re sick, I’m not leaving you alone.” Luke hummed, laying his mop of curly, blond hair on your shoulder. 

“I'm not that sick, babe.” You sniffled. 

“Your fever was 102 earlier!” he protested. 

You curled into Luke’s side, coughing roughly again. You felt beyond awful, but you weren’t going to tell Luke that. He had never missed one of Ashton’s Halloween parties since he’d known him and you weren’t letting him now. Your boyfriend held you closer, allowing you to wallow against his chest, before laying your head on his stomach as Luke reclined against the couch. 

“I’ll be fine. You have fun.” You insisted. 

“So, if I check your temperature you’ll be fine?” Luke asked, raising his brow and searching your eyes, worrying clouding his typically bright blue ones. 

“Mhm,” You put on a brave face. “I’m an adult, Luke. I can care for myself.” You giggled. 

“I just worry,” the blond caressed your cheek. “You’re warm.”

“Luke,” You said firmly, your throat croaking. “Don’t make me drag you to that party myself.”

Luke pouted his lips, snuggling you closer to him. He ran a hand up and down your back, smiling softly as he heard sleepy noises falling from your lips. “Fine. I’ll go for an hour. Deal?” he smiled. 

“Deal!” You smirked, knowing you had won him over. “Go get changed into your costume!” 

Luke rolled his eyes playfully. “The party isn’t until nine. I’m staying right here and snuggling you until eight-thirty.”

You sighed, wrapping your arms around him and closing your eyes. “Y’know what? I’m okay with that.” You smiled sleepily. 

Luke held you closer, trying to keep you warm because of how awfully you were shivering from the fever. You let out a few barking coughs before closing your eyes and relaxing, knowing Luke would keep you safe no matter what. Your boyfriend hummed a soft, nonsensical tune until you fell asleep, caressing your hair with his lips. 

The next time you woke, it was to Luke picking you up and carrying you to your master suite. It had grown dark outside and the heat inside the house had kicked on, making you even more sleepy. You relaxed into Luke’s bridal-style hold as he carried you up the stairs and into the room, tucking you softly into your king sized bed. 

“Mmmmm Luke,” You mumbled tiredly. “Come snuggle.”

“I’m getting ready to leave, hun,” he said, fussing with something on your bedside table. “Do you want me to stay here?”

You snapped out of your sleepy trance when you heard what Luke said. You sat up and blinked your eyes sleepily, watching him bustle around the bedroom. You smirked when you watched your boyfriend pull the nurse costume out that you’d bought him earlier in the month. You had originally planned on being a doctor/nurse duo, but now, it appeared Luke would be a solo nurse. 

“You’re a hot nurse.” You giggled, coughing into a tissue. 

Luke wiggled into the teal scrubs, shaking his ass playfully. “You know it,” Your boyfriend came around to your side of the bed, laying on top of you to calm you down. “Are you sure you’ll be okay alone?”

You nodded, running a hand through his blond curls. “I promise, bub. Go have fun with Ash.”

Luke stood up off the bed and wrapped the costume stethoscope around his neck. He planted a kiss on your forehead with an exaggerated ‘mwah!’. “I’ll be back around ten, okay? There’s medicine, a water bottle, and a thermos of soup on your bedside table.” he smiled. 

“Thank you, baby,” You smiled and sniffled. “Now go have fun.”

The blond nodded, picking Petunia up and setting her on the bed with you. “Here’s a present; it’s a piggy.” he giggled, kissing you once more and slipping out of the room. 

You curled into Petunia’s soft, warm fur as you heard Luke pull out of the driveway. As much as you would have longed for Luke to stay with you, you knew he needed to go have fun. Besides, you were pretty content to lay in your cozy nest of blankets and pillows, watching Halloween specials and eating chicken noodle soup. You heard the wind howling the trees outside as rain splattered against the window. It was the perfect Halloween setting, you thought to yourself as you coughed sleepily. 

–

“I’m home, baby.” You heard Luke whisper as he laid his warm, plump lips against your feverish forehead. 

“Mmmm, hi Lu,” You whispered, rubbing your eyes. “Have fun?”

“I did, but it wasn’t the same without you.” Luke hummed, sitting beside you on the bed. 

“You’re too sweet,” You giggled, sitting up and putting your glasses on. “Damn, it’s already eleven?” You asked, letting out a barking cough as you reached for a tissue, glancing at your phone. 

“How long have you been asleep, hun?” Your boyfriend asked, beginning to take his costume off. 

“Since like, just after you left?” You said, more like a question. “I don’t really know, honestly.” You shrugged sheepishly. 

“Awwww, baby.” he pouted. 

“Wait!” You said when he reached to take off the scrubs costume. “Don’t take it off yet. I think you’re a hot nurse.”

“Even when you’re sick you’re still horny.” Luke laughed. 

You blushed, which wasn’t hard to do because of your already-red cheeks. Luke obliged your request, leaving the costume on and laying down with you on the bed, pulling into the little spoon. You blushed as you felt Luke’s soft stomach against your back and his dick that was beginning to harden at your words against your ass. He hummed softly, trying to relax you as he felt you wheeze against his chest. 

“Maybe I am.” You shrugged innocently.  

Luke laughed, rolling so that you were straddling him. “You know what they say the best cure for a cold is, right?” he asked, cheekily holding your ass in both his hands. 

“Cold medicine?” You joked. 

“Mmmmm,” Luke pulled you into him, starting to make out with you. “Don’t be a brat.”

You blushed and giggled, but pulled away from him. “You’re gonna get sick, Lu.”

“I don’t care,” he said with a lopsided smile. “It was bound to happen anyway. Just let me take care of you. I’ll be your nurse.”

You rolled your eyes, but kissed Luke again. “Fine. Be a good nurse and take care of me.”

The blond kissed you back again, his tongue meeting yours almost like a soft “hello”. He moved once again so that he was now topping you. “Arms up.”

You did as Luke asked, allowing him to pull off your Nightmare Before Christmas pajama shirt. He slowly trailed kisses down your cheek, before beginning to softly suckle on your neck, leaving hickeys that slowly trailed from the sweet spot behind your ear and down your neck, moving to leave them on your chest and tummy. Once he had left a small, soft hickey at your waistband, Luke looked up at you with blue eyes full of earnestness. 

“May I?” he asked, hooking a thumb around the waistband. 

You nodded, already feeling better with Luke’s electric touch. “Please do.”

Your boyfriend slid your pajama pants off, smirking when he realized you weren’t wearing any panties underneath. “Awww, already ready for me to take care of you?”

You whined, wiggling and arching your back against the sheets. You let out a cough, and Luke quickly began to hold your boobs in his hands, massaging softly. “For the cough.” he winked. 

“Feels so good.” You moaned out, your voice croaking a bit.

Luke left a kiss on both of your breasts, before moving down to your bare thighs. He slowly spread them, planting a kiss on each leg, slowly starting to leave kisses against your already damp slit. You gasped as the blond slowly licked over your clit, entangling your fingers in his curls. 

“Oh my god.” You whimpered, letting out a sneeze. 

Your boyfriend didn’t even give you a warning before he began to eat you out. His tongue was running across your folds and clit as he tapped out a rhythm on your electric spot, making you gasp out and clench your thighs around his neck. Your walls were already beginning to clench at the sensation of Luke’s beautiful tongue in and on you and despite your sickness, you already felt close to climaxing. 

“Luke, I’m close.” You whined, tugging slightly on his hair. 

The blond didn’t even answer. He just kept stimulating your sensitive spots with his tongue and his fingers until you had no choice but to let go. You came on Luke’s face, to which he lifted his head with a smile, wiping his eyes and nose with the hem of his teal scrub shirt. 

“You are such a good fuckin’ girl. Even when you’re sick.” he said, kissing you roughly.

You smiled, sneezing again. “Only for you…and your dick.” You giggled. 

“Is that asking for my cock, baby?” Luke smirked. 

You nodded sweetly, fluttering your lashes. “Please?”

“Well, as a nurse it is my job to make you comfortable so…” Luke chuckled, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. 

He moved to pull a condom out of his bedside table, practically tearing his pants off and rolling the rubber onto his throbbing dick that was begging for stimulation. Luke lined himself up with your hole, looking down at you. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, checking in. “Don’t wanna push you too hard since you’re sick, princess.” 

“I’m fine. It’s making me feel better. Oh god, just fuck me.” You whined. 

“Someone’s eager.” he chuckled. 

You pulled yourself closer to Luke as he slid his tip inside of you, making you gasp out. “So fucking big.”

That must’ve fueled Luke’s ego, for he immediately slammed inside of you, bucking his hips against you. You were so wet that he didn’t even need to lube up. He just began to ride you fast and hard, moaning loudly himself. You were already so sensitive from your first orgasm that you felt close again within the first two minutes of Luke fucking you. 

“Close again,” You moaned, beginning to grip his back. “Makin’ me feel good.”

Luke thrusted into you roughly, making you both yell out at the same time. Something about the way he was grinding into you was unlike anything you had felt before. Your sickness had completely disappeared from your mind. All you were thinking about now was Luke’s enormous cock inside of you and how good it felt. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Luke speak, his voice husky. 

“Do it, baby. Cum all over my dick. Cum with me on the count of three.” Luke started and then began counting. 

As soon as he reached “three”, you both released, riding out your highs together as the sounds of sex filled your bedroom. Luke slowly slid out of you, panting heavily as he pulled the condom off, tying it off and throwing it in the trash can beside the bed. 

“You’re such a good girl. I had a great time,” he hummed, bringing you into him as he laid down beside you. “Feeling okay?”

You nodded, snuggling into Luke’s side as you caught your breath. “You were right. Sex is the best medicine.” You giggled. 

“I told you. No tricks, only treats.” Luke laughed. 

You swatted his bare shoulder gently, pulling the comforter over your naked bodies. “Please, no more corny Halloween jokes.”

“But they’re funny.” he fake pouted. 

“No, Luke. They’re not.” You giggled, coughing again. 

“They are!”

“Are not.” 

Luke rolled on top of you, leaving kisses all over your face as he began to tickle you. “You summoned the tickle monster, babe.”

You yelped out playfully, wiggling in Luke’s grasp. “Help!”

The blond left one last kiss on you, before relaxing and pulling you into him once more. “Happy Halloween, Princess Y/N. I hope you feel better.” he said sweetly, rolling to turn off the lamp. 

You blushed, hiding your face in Luke’s chest. Even after two years of dating, you still got butterflies when Luke called you princess. You loved him more than anything in the world and you knew he felt the same. “Happy Halloween, Nurse Luke.” You chuckled. 

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[sinning5sos]

after glow

Requested: Yes, three requests in one - lets go!

1 -> soft dom!michael?? 🥺

2 -> michael + thigh riding 

3 -> michael smut + aftercare please please please dear writer 

Word Count: ~2.1k

Smut: hell fucking yeah - soft dom!michael + thigh riding obviously, overstimulation, etc.

You stretched your arms out in front of you as you woke up a light moan leaving your lips but it turned into a yawn. The sunlight was streaming in through the blinds, and you reached your arm over to Michael, laying so peacefully beside you that you rested your head on his shoulder and watched him sleep.

He looked so at ease in his sleep, but you felt like waking him up. You had a sex dream, ironic as the two of you just fucked last night but you were still craving more. You gently scratched up and down his arm, light traces left behind on his skin as his eyes fluttered awake. He took a deep breath in as he turned in bed to face you.

“Good morning Princess,” He murmured, his morning voice raspy and so sexy to you. You smiled sleepily at him and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Good morning handsome,” You whispered, your hand trailing from his arm down to his waist and he chuckled. You looked to him for permission, a slight nod of his head, and wrapped your hand around his cock. He let out a low moan at the contact, pushing the blanket off of the two of you so he could admire your movements. 

“What are you up to Princess?” He mumbled, and you smiled innocently at him and pressed another kiss to his lips. He moaned into the kiss, his hand wrapping around yours and guiding your movements. He bucked his hips into your stroking, and bit down on your lips. You broke the kiss and pulled back, moving down closer to his cock and pooled your spit in your mouth, letting it drip out slowly.

“Fuck,” He groaned, and you smiled as you dipped your head down to his cock and took his tip into your mouth. He wrapped his hand into your hair and pulled back gently, “Rotate around for me. I want that pretty little ass in my face right now.”

You did what he asked, straddling his body with your ass facing him. You continued to suck him off but released him and gasped as he stuck his face into the back of your pussy. He licked in a downward motion, his tongue poking through your lips and gathered your juices.

“Already so fucking wet for me. Did you have a good dream or something?” He muttered, his fingers coming up to slowly start fingering you and you moaned loudly at the sudden pleasure.

“Use your words,” He commanded, removing his fingers all at once and you whined at the loss. 

“I had a dream that you fucked me so good again. Last night was so amazing and I just wanted more of your cock Mikey,” You whimpered and he chuckled as he thrust his fingers back inside of you.

“There’s a good girl for me. You want my cock baby? You have to earn it.” He muttered, his fingers moving quickly inside of you. You tried your best to focus on his cock, a sudden competition between the two of you on who was going to make the other cum first. You took his cock back into your mouth, pulling out your secret weapon as you deepthroated him. His fingers stilled inside of you, his hips bucking upward and you felt victorious as he let out a string of curse words.

He started moving his fingers once again as you released him, gasping for air slightly and he hummed as he leaned forward, his mouth on you once more. You stroked him, increasing your speed as you tried to keep your legs from shaking. Once that happened, you knew it was only a matter of time before your first orgasm crashed over you.

He moaned out from behind you, his cock twitching in your hands as he came and you smiled back at him. You licked the cum from around his cock and off your hands, steadying yourself as Michael began to eat you out quicker. Your thighs clenched, your back arching into the air as you felt yourself cumming. Michael loudly slurped you up, something he loved to do, then helped you move.

“Lay down, then turn onto your back. Now.” He murmured, and you quickly followed his orders, “Good job Princess. I want to finger you again, but I want to watch your face as you cum all over my fingers.”

You giggled as you laid on your back and he handed you a pillow to tuck under your head. You smiled up at him and spread your legs and he smiled back at you. He leaned over your body, bringing you in for a deep kiss.

“I love you,” He whispered, and your hands cradled his face. He looked at you eagerly, his head turning to the side to press a quick kiss to your palm.

“I love you too,” You whispered back, and he adjusted his body as his fingers moved inside of you once again. This time, his thumb placed itself on your clit and began to move in circles as his fingers thrust in and out of you. You leaned back into the pillow, a rush of endorphins flooding through your body.

“How’s that feel babygirl?” He murmured, his other hand gripping the side of your hip to keep you still. You couldn’t help it, he just knew how to make you feel so good. You whimpered out a response, but he pulled his fingers away suddenly. His thumb still on your clit, he moved his thumb rapidly against you.

“Use your fucking words,” He urged, and you nodded as you gripped his hand with both of yours.

“Yes, yes,” You breathed out but he refused to let up on your clit. You clenched your thighs together, another orgasm soon crashing over you as he watched you quiver in pleasure, “Fuck Michael, you make me feel so fucking good.”

“Good girl. Now, I’ve got a special request for you. I want you to fuck yourself on my thigh, how does that sound?” He asked, and you lazily smiled up at him.

“Yes Sir,” You whispered, and he nodded as he helped you sit up on the bed. He kissed you once again, a deep kiss as a reminder of the love the two of you shared, before he leaned back against the headboard and helped you straddle his thigh.

“Such a good little slut for me.” He murmured, and you smiled down at him as you slowly brought your hips forward. You hummed to yourself as you watched him relax beneath you, his arms tucking behind his head, “Riding my thigh and you’re so wet, aren’t you? I don’t even have to touch you and you can cum, can’t you?” 

“No Sir, I can cum on my own.” You replied, and he nodded. You continued to fuck yourself on his thigh, each thrust of your hips driving you closer to a third orgasm but you didn’t want to cum just yet. You whimpered, pausing momentarily as you tried to delay your orgasm but Michaels eyes locked onto yours.

“Princess, did I say for you to stop fucking yourself on my thigh?” Michael asked, snapping your attention back to him and you let out a whimper as you started rocking your hips again.

“Now, keep going until I say or there will be a punishment, alright darling?” He said, his finger tucking under your chin to have you look up at him. You nodded slightly, your energy already spent but he asked quietly, “I need your words baby.”

“Yes, Michael.” You breathed out, and he smiled at your noise. He leaned over the side of the bed and reached into the bedside table as best as he could without throwing you off your rhythm, and pulled out your vibrator. Your eyes widened, wondering what he was going to do now. You weren’t sure how much more you could take.

He flicked it on, the buzz making you clench your legs together over your thigh and you nearly paused riding his thigh, but his words of punishment rang through your head again. You continued rocking your hips, and he placed the vibrator right at the end of where you were fucking yourself, the vibrator just grazing your clit with every forward motion. 

The first time the little bud grazed your clit, you let out such a loud moan that Michael grinned as he pushed it further into your path. It started becoming more intense, your third orgasm starting to rock through your body. You clenched your eyes shut and threw your head back, your muscles in your thighs screaming for you to stop but the feeling was complete bliss. 

You came, again, and Michael chuckled as he turned the vibrator off. 

“Do you want me to use it on you again?” He murmured, his thumb replacing the vibrator and circled your clit. It was so sensitive that you whimpered again, and he pressed a tender kiss to the base of your neck as you attempted to collect your thoughts.

“No Sir, I just want your cock inside of me.” You breathed out. He nodded as he put the vibrator back away, a welcomed bonus but at this point you were just ready to be fucked.

“I think you’ve earned my cock now for being such a good girl. Now lay down in your favorite position, and I’ll fuck you.” He muttered, and you thought for a second before climbing off of his thigh and laying facedown on the bed.

You wrapped your arms underneath your head to form a makeshift pillow, and he chuckled at your position of choice. He hovered over your body, his arms on either side of you, and you lifted your ass to meet him. He slowly pushed himself in, his cock filling you and nearly sliding in so easily because of your three orgasms already. He moaned out at the feeling, rocking his hips slowly as he started to fuck you.

You closed your eyes as he continued his movements, focusing on the moans leaving his lips with every thrust and relishing in the fact that this man loved you so deeply. As he started to increase his speed, you moaned into the bed and whimpered at how fucking good he felt.

“You better not cum yet,” He grunted, and you willed yourself not to cum for the fourth time already. You lifted your ass a bit more, the position helping him fill you deeper as he continued to fuck you, “You don’t get to cum until I say, alright?”

“Yes sir,” You moaned into the bed, and he chuckled as he paused, his hand moving from beside your head to your hair and lifted your head up.

“Say it again.”

“Yes sir. I won’t cum until you give me permission to,” You breathed out, and he smiled as he let your head drop and got back into position. He continued fucking you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the feeling of him filling you so deep, you had to think of anything to not cum already. 

After a few painstakingly long minutes, each of them filled with breathy whimpers and deep moans, he finally gripped your hips and pulled you closer against him. You lifted yourself up, your back now against his front as he continued fucking.

“Cum with me,” He instructed, and you nodded as your arms reached behind you to wrap around his back. You let go, both of the control and your fourth orgasm, and he quickly came as well. You whimpered as you nearly collapsed forward, but Michael caught you and helped ease you into the bed. You loved fucking him so much, even though it drained you each time.

“Alright baby girl, I want you to lay back and relax alright? Spread your legs a little for me now,” He murmured, his nose brushing against yours and you smiled as you reached up to kiss him. He kissed you for a moment, before the bed dipped beside you as he walked into the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth, and brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“You’re radiant, look at you all caught up in that post-orgasm afterglow.” He murmured, and you smiled lazily up at him. He gently helped clean you up, then laid in bed beside you once again. Michael was big on aftercare, it was as important to him as it was to fuck, because it meant spending your blissful time together in the innocent ways.

“That was definitely a good wake up call,” He whispered, grabbing the blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapping the two of you back in it, his hands moving to your waist as they pulled you close against him.

“Any time,”

#he's so pretty #michael imagine #sinning5sos #5sos smut #5sos imagines #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #5sos #michael clifford 5sos #michael clifford smut #michael clifford imagines #5 seconds of summer calum #5 seconds of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer ashton #5 seconds of summer luke #5 second of summer imagines #5sos michael #Michael 5sos #5 seconds of summer michael #mgc #Mgc smut #dom!michael #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings

[smashgirltommo]

Luke : *snuggling under a blanket* oh hi Ash, what are you doing here ?

Ashton : I could ask you the same question. This is my bed

#lashton #5sos #ashton irwin #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #lashton is real #malum #calum hood #michael clifford #luke hemmings is a princess #5sos5 #afi #lrh #mgc #cth #5sos smut

[loverofthine]

vulnerable l.h. - cologne

At a particularly loud clack, Luke looked over to Calum and Seph, who had been dominating the air hockey table. For a college town on a Friday, the bar wasn’t so busy, although that didn’t mean much, since most of the seats at the bar had been taken by groups of people hanging out. Luckily for them, the majority of their group was well over average height and wore varying levels of threatening expressions, so they’d had their respective games to themselves. 

Luke leaned against the bar, keeping Calum and Seph’s drinks company, nursing his own. Michael, Ashton, and Priya had gone to play skee ball across the room with someone from one of Priya’s classes. 

Priya hurried over, followed shortly by Ashton and Michael almost as soon as Calum and Seph had finished their fifth game. Calum won, again, as he had the past two rounds. Priya leaned over to whisper something to her roommate, which the latter agreed with, and the two girls were gone quickly. 

“Where’re they going?” Calum asked, taking a sip of the soda Luke handed him. The group had considered trying to get actual drinks, but figured a college bar, no matter how old they looked, they were all going to get carded. Michael and Seph definitely would have, either way. They both looked nineteen and no older, and had even gotten ID’d at the entrance to the bar.

Michael shrugged, settling into a seat at the end of the bar, next to Luke. “Priya just said ‘girl stuff’.” He said, adding quotation marks with his fingers. “They’ll probably be a while.” 

Suddenly finding themselves with nothing to talk about, the boys fell into an awkward silence, trading glances among themselves, taking sips of their respective drinks. Calum and Michael seemed oblivious to the strange tension that existed between the four of them, but Luke and Ashton weren’t. 

“So, Ashton, how do you know Michael and Seph?” Calum asked, taking a long, awkward sip from his soda. 

His attempt to break the silence fell flat when Ashton shoved off of the bar, brushing past Calum as he walked past. “I’m gonna go check on Seph.” He muttered right before he was out of earshot. Calum and Luke traded a glance, but the latter shrugged and returned to his drink. 

Ashton and Priya returned, sharing a laugh over something Priya had on her phone, nearly tripping over one another as they made their way back to the bar. Seph followed shortly behind, seeming even more tired than she had been before, and Luke was keen to recognize the bags under her eyes. They didn’t seem very out of place, although he figured with how tired she had seemed in class most of the time, that they were. 

“So, air hockey?” Calum asked, once Seph had taken a long sip of her drink. He nodded eagerly towards the table, leaning against the bar, almost directly between her and Ashton.

Seph offered the slightest of grins, rubbing her under eyes gently. “I would, but I think I just need to recuperate for a minute. Why don’t you play Ash? He taught me everything I know.” She suggested, seemingly ignoring the frantic glare her friend shot her from over Calum’s shoulder. 

Spinning around to Ashton, Calum grinned and took the other boy by the shoulders, steering him towards the table, despite Ashton’s refusal. Michael and Priya agreed upon yet another round of skeeball, both making their way back to the machines. That left Luke and Seph, who hadn’t even acknowledged each other since dinner. 

Luke didn’t even realize that Seph hadn’t gone with her brother until something pressed against the back of his shoulder. He turned slightly to find Seph, who had been facing away from him, so their backs were nearly pressing against one another’s, with her head tilted all the way back, leaning against his shoulder, apparently napping. With a chuckle, he readjusted, lifting her head and dropping it once so she rested against his arm, almost exactly the way she had earlier that day. Seph didn’t stir during the interaction until she was situated against Luke’s arm, sighing and nuzzling into it, clearly unaware of her actions. 

The girl who leaned against Luke’s arm was gently snoring, one cheek pressed into the boy next to her, lifting her lip just enough to reveal white teeth. Her front teeth jutted out just slightly over her bottom teeth, despite the obvious signs she’d worn braces. Her nose was the same as her brother’s, save for the small white scar just below the bridge of her nose that contrasted with her tanned skin. For such a tired girl, and with the skin tone of her brother, Luke would have expected her to be much paler, but Seph was gorgeously sunkissed. 

“Is she sleeping?” Ashton asked, unusually quiet, in the lull between games. He had crept over to sit next to Luke, who jumped at his question. “If you want, I can take her home.”

Luke turned to Ashton, trying not to disturb the slumbering figure on his other side. “It’s all good, not bothering me.” His arm was falling asleep, but no one needed to know that. “You can go back to your game.” He continued, waving his hand toward Calum, who was staring intently at the air hockey table.

With a cautious, nearly poisonous look, Ashton turned away, draining his soda and dropping the glass on the bar with a thud. He cast one more look over his shoulder to Luke, who had already turned away in favor of glancing at the girl who slept against him. 

The pair at the bar looked surprisingly good together, although no one doubted that anyone in their group was attractive. Seph and Luke had one of the more dramatic height differences – although not as dramatic as the foot between Luke and Priya – but her head was the perfect height to press into his arm. 

It wasn’t long before raised voices came from the air hockey table, but Luke didn’t very much care to listen in. Calum and Ashton had been butting heads all night, over some issue Ashton took up, but Calum seemed oblivious to his dislike. Luke figured the arguing was just them getting it out of their system. 

“You knew we had to leave early.” Ashton was practically shouting as the pair walked past Luke and Seph. “I asked for the time.”

Calum was following shortly behind the other boy, sighing. “I told you the time. How is this my fault?”

Ashton snapped around, eyes narrowing both at Calum and the couple at the bar, the latter of whom he hadn’t noticed were still in the same position. “It just,” He waved his hands fervently. “Whatever, let’s go.”

“We’re going.” Ashton said, laying a hand on Seph’s shoulder as Michael handed his card to the bartender. “C’mon, Squish.” 

Unlike earlier, Seph was quick to blink awake, blue eyes blinking open suddenly, just as quickly as she sat up and brought her hand to her cheek. Her cheeks were red, but just as she opened her mouth to apologize, Ashton yanked her off of the barstool by her wrist. 

“Ash, what’s the matter?” She mumbled through a yawn, stumbling over her own feet as Ashton dragged her behind him, following Priya and Michael, who were rushing towards the bus stop. Bringing up the rear was Calum and Luke, speaking lowly to one another as they practically ran to catch up with the group. 

Despite it being midnight, the downtown was alive with people, so much so that they were dodging others in their rush to the bus stop. At a particularly sharp turn around a highly populated beer garden, a large, rather drunk guy slammed straight into Seph, knocking her into Luke, where he quickly caught her by the shoulders. By the time both of them had shaken off the confusion, Ashton and Calum had disappeared around the building, and were nowhere to be found. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry.” Another very drunk guy muttered, spilling himself and his beer over Seph as he followed a group of his friends. He didn’t even seem to notice the lack of beer in his cup as he raised it in a celebratory shout and followed his friends. 

Unspeaking, Luke grabbed Seph’s hand, sweeping her under his arm to lead the pair away from the bar, and back towards where they had come from. The bus stop they had been heading for was lined with bars, likely to be surrounded by similar incidents that neither of them really wanted to deal with. 

“Are you okay?” Luke asked, once they had safely found sanctuary next to a print shop, ducking down to inspect Seph’s shirt, doused in alcohol. “That guy barely even apologized.” He muttered, scowling at the mess. 

Seph stifled a yawn, plucking at the shirt, although she seemed mostly nonplussed about the incident. “It’s f-” Her eyes finally met Luke, widening almost instantly. “Why are you taking your shirt off?”

With another scowl, Luke finished pulling off his jacket and tossed it to the girl, rolling his eyes. “Please, princess, this isn’t a peep show. It’s cold out.”

“It’s, like, seventy degrees.”

“Shut up and put the jacket on.” 

She didn’t complain further, only obeyed, slipping the jacket over her shoulders and tightening the fabric around her waist. Seph wasn’t so small, but Luke’s shoulders were broad, so the jacket hung off of her in a way that had her shoving the sleeves up to reveal her hands. “What’re we gonna do? The next bus is in, like, forty minutes.”

Luke didn’t really have a plan when he pulled Seph away, but the bus was almost certainly gone, and there was little chance of their friends waiting for the blondes. “Walking, I guess.” 

“Walking?” Seph echoed in a much smaller voice, peering up at Luke like he was crazy. “It’s a twenty minute walk through Greek row at midnight on a friday. I wouldn’t go through there even if I was your height and a hundred pounds heavier.” There had been multiple instances of her walking back through the neighborhood that laid between campus and downtown that ended with a punch and Michael bailing her out of trouble with a frat. 

The boy said nothing for a moment, although he started towards the heavily tree-lined streets of the neighborhood just south of the buildings. “No need to worry, princess. No one fucks with me.”

True to his word, Seph’s normal encounters were nowhere in the realm of what they experienced. They were approached by the occasional drunken party-goer who recognized Luke, but he didn’t stray. 

The moonlight made Luke’s eyes look grey, flashing as they met the streetlights. Seph could make out the smallest imperfection on the left side of his lower lip. It was a scar she was very familiar with, since she shared the same mark. 

“Can I ask you something?” Seph asked, breaking the peaceful quiet the pair had fallen into. Her arms came around herself to quell the shiver that ran down her back. The sigh that followed seemed like permission to continue, so she did. “What’s with Princess? I have a name.”

Luke cracked the slightest of grins, lips curling to one side as he looked down at Seph. “What, you’re not into it?” He paused, catching Seph by the wrist just before she brushed past him, and spinning her to face him. “At least zip up the jacket.” He muttered, mostly to himself, as he zipped up the jacket. 

“I didn’t say that.” The blonde girl muttered, cheeks reddening. She couldn’t quite figure Luke out, and was sure that was just the way he preferred it. Still, Seph enjoyed the company, and for the first time, she didn’t have the urge to start running when someone stumbled out of a house.

Seph wasn’t a violent person, but there was just something so punchable about a frat guy. And Luke. 

She’d heard the name before. Hemmings was an infamous whisper amongst the dining halls, of whatever he and Hood had been doing the night before. Upperclassmen friends she made would warn her away from anyone with an H last name. 

Despite her friend’s warnings, Seph couldn’t help the way her cheeks warmed when Luke glanced down at her with that grin. But she’d always been a proximity person, and she chalked the fluttering in the depths of her stomach up to the fragrant depth of Luke’s cologne that flooded her senses. It was mild, not too heavy, which she appreciated, and she hadn’t even noticed it until she was wearing his jacket. 

His demeanor was entirely different to how he had been in class. It wasn’t that he was any less confident, but he kept his head down in class, and didn’t say much. He had friends, quite talkative ones, that he enjoyed the company of in class, people Seph didn’t like to associate with, but he wasn’t much for speaking. However, it was a stark difference to the confident way he greeted people and carried himself while they made their way down the pavement. 

He fit right in on Greek row. 

“So, what does-”

“Luke!” 

Luke scowled at the interruption, spinning around to find the source of the exclamation, brow knitting when his eyes finally fall on the person. Under the streetlight that shadows his features, he can’t see the figure very well, but that problem is quickly solved by their emergence into the light. 

This girl is gorgeous. 

Long legs that seemed to go on forever in the skirt she wore, beautifully golden, compliment the blonde ends of her dark hair and white smile. “Lu, I didn’t realize you were around. You should’ve said hi.”

“Just passing by. This your party?” He nodded towards the house she had come from, alive with a loud party that would definitely fizzle out in a few hours after a noise complaint. 

The girl’s cheeks seem to redden as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, tittering nervously. “Uh, yeah, not mine. Sneaky link, you know how it is.” The two shared a soft chuckle, apparently recalling their own, before the girl’s dark eyes fall to Seph, who couldn’t look more nervous. “You’re cute. I’m Mya.” 

“Seph.” 

“Oh, you know, when I was in high school, I had this freshman. Her name was something like Steph, but it wasn’t quite.” Mya exclaimed excitedly, turning her attention to Seph completely. “You know, Steph, you look a lot like her.” 

“Seph.” Luke corrected, nudging Mya gently to hammer the point home. “Her name’s Seph.” 

There was a beat of silence before Mya squealed and spun back to Seph. “Ohmygod, did you go to Rainer High in Toulouse?” Seph barely had the time to nod before Mya was pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. “Girl! It’s been too long.” She suddenly gasped and pulled back, holding the shorter girl at arm’s length. “Sephie, didn’t we tell you to never go home with the tall ones with pretty eyes? I know they’re cute, but it never goes well.” She leaned in, although she didn’t lower her voice, so Luke heard everything. “Believe me, this one definitely isn’t worth it.” 

With an affronted look, Luke cocked his head to the side, scowling at his friend as he pulled her away by the back of the bralette she wore. “Alright, you. This has been nice, but I think Seph’s brother will kill me if we don’t head back soon.” 

“Oh, right, you’re Michael Clifford’s sister, right?” Michael was much more known around the town than Seph was. She didn’t have the time to go to nearly as many parties as he did, but she definitely had him beat in the theater department. “And Ashton Irwin! They were always nice.” Mya paused, slinking after Luke as he started to walk away with Seph under his arm. “For boys. You know, Sephie, if you wanted a hookup, I know a lot nicer guys.”

“We’re not-”

“Mya, we’re not hooking up. I’m walking her home.”

Mya’s expression soured as she slipped off her heels to carry them, catching up with the blonde pair. Without heels, she was shorter, although she was still taller than Seph, albeit, not by much. “Like hell you are. Sephie, never let boys know where you live.” 

Despite the way Luke glanced down in a silent question if Seph was done with Mya’s presence, Seph giggled at her old friend’s proclamations, filing each of them under the other advice she’d been given. “I’ll keep it in mind. Luke, I can go home from here.” She muttered, just as they approached the greenhouses on the edge of campus, poking Luke gently in the ribs, in case he hadn’t heard her. 

“Like hell you are.” Luke said, glancing up at Mya, who giggled at his echo. “Do you realize how much Michael will hurt me if I let you walk home alone?” 

“Luke, I’ll be fine, it’s a ten minute walk-”

“Plus she won’t be alone,”

“Yeah, exact- wait, what?” 

Mya scoffed, as if the question was dumb in of itself, but she just as easily slung her arm around Seph’s shoulders, to drag her along. “You never let boys know where you live. You also never walk home alone. That’s what sisters are for.” She added with a jostle of Seph’s shoulders. 

Rationally, Seph knew that she should call Ashton and have her meet him halfway, which would avoid the worst-case scenario of both options, but something told her to trust Mya. Maybe it was the way that she smelled the exact same as the entire cheer team used to, a group of some of the sweetest and best friends Seph had ever known. It might’ve been her infectious smile that made Seph want to grin instantly. 

“Yeah, okay.” She admitted, sweeping a lock of soft blonde hair over her own shoulder. “Luke, I’ll see you in class?”

Apprehension was written across Luke’s face, but he nodded after brief hesitation. His blue eyes searched Seph’s for any second thoughts, but apparently finding none, he took a step away from the girls, running a hand through his loose curls. “Tomorrow. Do you have my phone number?” 

“I’ll get it from Mikey.” 

Still hesitant, Luke nodded, slowly, taking another step away. “My, text me when you drop her off and when you get home.”

“Goodbye, Lu.”

“Bye, Mya.” He lowered his gaze to Seph, waiting for her gentle nod to take another step away and spin around. “Tomorrow, Princess.” 

Both Mya and Seph waited for Luke to lumber around the corner to turn back around and continue towards the dorms, not turning until they saw his tall figure disappear from the road it had been cast on. 

“Okay, Seph. You have to fill me in on everything.”

Seph hadn’t realized she still wore Luke’s jacket until she burrowed into it and found a surprisingly pleasant whiff of the cologne she’d become a big fan of.

#5sos fanfic #5sos #luke hemmings x oc #luke hemmings fanfiction #luke hemmings fanfic #luke 5sos #lrh #5sos smut #mgc #afi #cth #y'all i am so sorry for not updating #i got so bored of vulnerable bc i wrote out all of the fun shit #and then was like #whatever #so i'm back #but idk how often bc I have shit i need to be doing #someone come yell at me to do homework and get off of tumblr #honestly it's writing that does me in #vulnerable l.h. #vulnerable

[twlirwin]

We’re Not Done Yet

Hey! This is my first time posting any of my writing on here so hopefully you guys don’t think it’s awful dfhkds

This is a Michael smut where he embarrasses the shit out of you by making you wear his headset with all of his friends being able to hear you as he eats you out and fingers you

Warnings: little bit of degradation, swearing, SMUT, tiny bit of edging

Word Count: 1559

Enjoy!

The door creaked slightly as I opened it, before peering into Michael’s office. Which he uses more for gaming than working. 

I get a view of his side profile as his focus is all on the screen in front of him. I don’t even think he knows I’m in here. 

He looks adorable. With his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

Despite him being cute as fuck and me wanting nothing but to tell him how much I love him, I’m still upset. For the past week, he’s been paying more attention to this new game he bought than he has me. 

Suddenly I get an idea, a cruel one. 

A smirk grows on my face prior to me making my way over to him and slinging my right leg over him so I am resting in his lap.

His arms lift up and wrap around me while keeping the controller in his hands.

I stay that that for a few minutes, allowing him to return to thinking about what’s going to happen next on the computer rather than what’s going to happen next with me.

I lift my face from resting on his shoulder to hovering over his neck. I soon begin to leave wet kisses on his neck, alternating from side to side. 

A muffled groan can barely be heard from him, but it’s something that doesn’t go unnoticed by me. 

My arm slinks down between us to palm him through his grey sweats as I continue giving him hickeys and love bites.

The controller audibly is set down on the desk behind me, before I feel his hands grip my waist. “Y/N, oh my god,” 

I peer up at him, seeing on half of his headphones moved so he can hear me. “What?” I ask innocently, pressing down harder. 

“You need to stop, I’m gonna get killed-”

“Your dick says otherwise.”

My hand has now reached into the waistband of his pants, feeling the pre-cum at the tip as I start stroking him. His breathing is more labored, and I can hear light whimpers escaping his lips.

“Fuck it.” 

He grabs my arm, yanking my hand away before he lifts me off his lap and sets me on the chair he was once on. His eyes are dark as they look down at me. I can feel my arousal building up by the second. 

I feel small compared to him, my confident aura being overrun by his dominance. 

His headset is in his hands, according to the screen behind him, his microphone is muted.

“Put them on.” the headphones are displayed in front of me as he holds them out.

“What?” my eyes are wide. 

“Wear them. Let everyone know what a little slut you are while I make you cum over, and over, and over again.”

“Michael I-” I’m interrupted when he puts them on for me, adjusting the size so they fit me right. I can still hear him clearly since they’re only covering one ear, the other earpiece moved back a little.

He turns around briefly to unmute them before he returns his lust-filled eyes back to me. 

“Take your shorts off.”

Now I’m the one having trouble breathing. 

My pajama shorts are easy to slide off, landing on the floor below. 

Michael gets down on his knees and spreads my legs with his hands. 

“Am I the one who made you this wet?” His eyes are directed back at me. All this eye contact is going to be the death of me. 

I look away to the side, “Yes.” A sudden wave of redness rises on my cheeks. 

His friends were all talking before but now they’ve gone quiet since they heard me.

A low chuckle is emitted from his throat before he begins kissing my inner thighs, coming so close to the place I want him most. I feel the urge to say something, ask him to do something. I just can’t bring myself to, I’m not too suspicious yet but if I say anything more I’m sure it would blow my cover.

“I hope you know I’m not going to do anything until you beg me, darling.” His hands are gliding up and down my thighs, keeping them spread.

“Hey Michael, you there man?” I can tell that’s Luke. For fucks sake. I’m going to be seeing him and the rest of the boys tomorrow.

I cut off the next person to say something, “Please, touch me.” I speak, almost mumbling. There’s practically no use since the mic is right by my mouth. They could hear my breathing for all I know.

“Touch you? How should I touch you?”

I shake my head, letting out a sigh. I can feel his nails digging into my skin as his grip tightens, awaiting my response.

“With your tongue, and fingers.” Everyone he was talking to has gone silent, listening. To me.

A smirk is prominent on his face, “Whatever you say,”

His head ducks down and I can feel him lick a stripe up my slit, my body jerks when he reaches my clit, making his left hand reach up and rest on my lower stomach below the tank top I’m wearing. My breaths are loud and heavy. I try to hold them in the best I can but he’s not making this easy for me.

His index and middle finger abruptly thrust into me while he continues his assault on my nub with his tongue. I let out a low moan, silencing myself by putting my hand over my mouth.

He stops what he’s doing. “Keep your hands at your sides or I will stop right now and won’t let you cum.”

My arms drop, gripping onto the arms of the chair tightly as he quickly goes back to pleasuring me.

“Michael- fuck,” I whisper, “Faster,”

It doesn’t take long for him to thrust his fingers into me at a quicker pace, hitting my g-spot perfectly. 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He looks up briefly, then goes back down.

“Mhmm, don’t stop,” I whine, feeling that familiar pit building in my stomach.

“I’m gonna-” I’m interrupted as his hands and mouth leave me. My arousal glistens on his face and hands as he sits back on his ankles, eyeing me. I’m left gasping, “What the fuck?”

I almost forget there are people listening when I ask that, letting my frustration get the best of me.

“Oops,”

“Y/N?” I hear Calum ask from the left earpiece of the headphones. Fucking hell.

I choose to ignore him, not wanting to admit to what’s happening. 

“What?” Michael’s fingers have returned to sliding in and out of me at a slow pace, the sounds of how wet I am being heard.

I shake my head, not wanting to make any more noise.

“They already heard you, you’re better off giving them your all instead of refraining yourself.” 

His thumb has started to rub my clit, at a faster pace than before. I can feel my orgasm arriving quickly due to how sensitive I already am. “Michael, please.”

A sigh leaves my lips before I start letting myself go. He’s right.

My moaning becomes louder and more frequent as he keeps fucking me with his hands. My head is thrown back over the back of the chair and I can feel my climax approaching. 

“Fuck.” He groans, “Look at me,”

I turn to look down at him, our eyes meeting. “Don’t cum until I say you can,” 

His tone is demanding, making it even harder for me to contain myself. 

Everyone knows what is happening at this point, my breathing and moans being the only thing to fill up the noise.

“Michael I can’t wait,”

“Yes you can, and you will.”

I didn’t think it could, but his speed only increases, edging me closer to my orgasm.

“Cum.”

My eyes squeeze shut as I see stars. My legs are tightening around him and shaking uncontrollably. Choked moans are heard from the microphone before I finally calm down and am trying to catch my breath.

His fingers fill me up again, thrusting at the pace he was just at. I can’t stop myself from making noise because of how overstimulated I’m feeling. “Holy shit,” I whine, digging my ankles into his back when his head dips down to eat me out aggressively.

At this point, there are probably permanent nail marks on the armrests due to how tight I’ve been gripping them.

I moan is heard through the headset. Jesus.

It doesn’t take long for me to feel that sensation bubbling back up inside, “Cum whenever, princess” His hands don’t stop moving for a second, making me reach my second orgasm at my own volition.

When he doesn’t stop, my body starts jolting and his hands have to pin me down as his tongue enters.

“Mike- fuck” I can’t keep quiet, high-pitched whimpers being the only sound to come from me when he has me reach the third orgasm of the night. 

I feel relieved when he stops and lets me come down from my high. I am fucking exhausted.

He reaches up and puts the headphones on for a moment, “You guys better have enjoyed that because it won’t be happening again.”

Michael ends the game and picks me up before tossing me on the bed. 

“We’re not done yet.”

#michael clifford smut #5 seconds of summer smut #5sos smut #michael clifford #5sos #smut #mgc smut

[wendystales]

Memories - lrh (18+)

Memory:

• what comes to mind as a result of experiences already lived; recollection, reminiscence.

Marnie's life was perfect, at least the last three years. Successful model, girlfriend of a rock star, wonderful friends, united family, lots of traveling and partying. Everything was going wonderfully well and heading for something much better, until she suffers an accident and deletes the best years of her life. Just like in a board game, she has two choices, to go all the way back again or to take a new direction.

also available on Wattpad

Long fic:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

#5sos fanfic #5sos blurbs #5sosfam #9 years of 5sos #5sos imagine #5sosedit #5sos fic #5sos smut #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #ashton 5 seconds of summer #ashton 5sauce #5sos #cth #calum hood #calum 5sauce #calumthomashood #michael clifford #mgc #michael gordon clifford #luke hemmings #luke robert hemmings #lrh #afi #5sos luke #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings blurb #fanfiction #fanfictions

[honeyedlashton]

“He's so used to Luke having unreadable emotions, but he's here, hundreds of feet up in the sky, and he belongs. It is the happiest Ashton has ever seen Luke. Now, instead of seeing a symbol of innocence, Ashton can see Luke as the essence of belonging, something that Ashton has been searching for for as long as he can remember.”—Starboy by Orphan Account on AO3.

#this was my first fic when I was first getting into Lashton and WOW #I hate that the author deleted their account but I’m glad it’s at least still up so I can see it #it’s so sweet #I cried so hard #I read it like every year #I love to relive the past alright? #get off my back #otp: i’m fond of you #luke hemmings #5sos #ashton irwin #lrh #lashton #michael clifford #afi #mgc #calum hood #cth #don’t read it if you hate gay smut #the link still isn’t working I think it’s my phone #moodboard for fanfictions #moodboard for Starboy

[hemmoangel]

oops another update i really love this book!

you can read it @ twinkylukey on ao3 and wattpad

I promise I’ll post other stuff soon...

#lashton #lashton au #lashton fanfic #5sos #5sos fanfic #gay fanfic #gay #gay 5sos #side malum #dont read this if you hate gay smut #malum #Luke hemmings #ashton irwin #Calum hood #michael clifford #lrh #afi #mgc #cth

[bratzforchris]

Don't Worry Baby

Summary ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆: Movie night gone wrong turns into you helping Michael feel better in just the right way<3

Pairing: Michael x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, p in v, Michael has a bit of anxiety, mostly just cute/fluffy smut :)

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: I just love red hair Michael sooooo much hehehe :p

☾

"I dunno, Mike," You mumbled, tossing a piece of popcorn into your mouth. "That looks scary...even for me."

It was your and Michael's weekly Friday night movie night and you two were currently eating popcorn and scrolling through Hulu, looking for something to watch. You absolutely loved horror movies, having grown up with horror-crazed brothers. You knew your (and Michael's) limits though, whereas Michael would never admit to being scared of something.

"Please?" he asked, looking up at you with puppy eyes you couldn't resist. "Everyone's talking about how good it is. It can't be that bad." his finger hovered over the button to click on Dear David.

"Okay, but if we get scared we gotta turn it off, bub." You kissed his forehead.

You had once again fallen victim to Michael's angelic green eyes, especially since he was wearing that smokey, black eyeliner you loved. You knew in the back of your mind that this was going to most likely end awfully, but you shoved it down, trying to just enjoy your time with your boyfriend. You could always click the 'off' button on the remote if needed.

Michael cuddled into your side, pulling the throw blanket over both of you and humming happily as the movie started. The fairy lights in your living room cast a warm glow while the overhead light was out, creating the perfect ambience. You slowly settled into the fantasy world, getting sucked into the fast storyline and spooky details.

Michael, on the other hand, was enjoying it less than you were. He was munching on his popcorn with wide eyes, curling further and further into your side. The movie was definitely scarier than he had anticipated, but there was no way he was going to admit his fright to you. Especially not after he begged and pleaded you to watch it, and definitely not when he looked up at you, seeing you watching the movie eagerly, a smile growing on your face.

"Gotta pee," You said, pausing the movie and standing up. "Liking it so far?" You asked him, a smile on your face.

"Mhm!" he lied, cursing himself for being this way.

You kissed his lips quickly, before padding to the bathroom. Michael pulled the blanket up to his nose and took deep breaths, trying not to panic. It didn't work for long though, because the poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard scratching at the door. Turns out it was just Southy scratching at the door, but Michael couldn't help the shaky gasp that escaped him when he stood up to let the pup out.

"Hey babe." You smiled, coming back into the living room after your bathroom break.

"Shit!" Michael yelped, nearly jumping as he flung around.

Your face dropped into a pout, settling into the couch as you watched Michael let South back in. "Are you okay, babe? We can turn it off if you're getting scared..."

"I'm fine," Your boyfriend insisted, sitting back on the couch with you. "Just didn't hear you come in here."

"Are you sure?" You asked.

You could see Michael shaking slightly, and you knew he got scared more easily than you did, but you didn't want to push him to talk to you.

"I'm okay," Michael mumbled, putting on his bravest smile. "Let's just keep watching the movie."

You brought him into your side in a cuddle, rubbing his side up and down. Michael didn't say much else throughout the rest of the film, just occasionally flinching against your side. Finally, the credits rolled and you stood up and strecthed. Michael was curled almost entirely into the couch, blankets pulled up to his chin.

"Ready for bed, babe?" You asked him, holding out your hand for him to stand up.

"Mhm."

You and Michael began to run through your night routine, and Michael still failed to tell you his fears. He seemed a bit aloof, you thought, but not particularly scared. Once you both had cuddled up in bed, you switched off the lamp, snuggled up against Michael's side. You began to fall asleep fairly quickly, tired from work earlier in the day.

Michael, however, was not going to dream land as easily as you were. He couldn't stop thinking about the movie and the dead child that had haunted the main character. Logically, he knew it wasn't real, but his fears were overcoming his rationale.

"Babe?" he whispered softly into the darkness, wrapping himself in the blankets.

You made a soft humming noise, cuddling into Michael's side and beginning to snore. The red-haired boy sighed, realizing you were basically asleep. He felt awful waking you up, but it was only 11:30 and he knew he wouldn't fall or stay asleep at this rate.

"Babe?" he said again, shaking your shoulder. "Wake up, please?"

Tears pricked Michael's eyes as he softly poked your shoulder. You had been right the whole time and now he was dealing with the consequences. The movie had been too scary for him and he kicked himself for being so sensitive. You blinked your eyes open slowly, observing the room. The lights were still out, but Michael was shaking you and you could tell by his tone that something was wrong.

"Mikey? What's wrong, bub?" You yawned sleepily.

"...I'm scared." he whispered.

"Oh Michael," You pouted sadly, sitting up and turning on the lamp. "I'm sorry, babe." You kissed his cheek.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm the one who said we should watch the movie even after you said we shouldn't." the poor boy's eyes dropped as he picked at the blankets on the bed to avoid eye contact.

You tilted his chin up in your hand, kissing his forehead. "There's nothing wrong with being scared, my love. It's brave to admit you're scared."

"I should've listened to you." he said, gnawing on his lip.

"Mikey," You pouted, kissing his face. "Bubba, I'm not mad. It's okay to be scared, buddy."

He nodded softly, practically crawling into your lap. You began to kiss all over his face and head, making sure he was comfortable. Your boyfriend was silent, that is, until he until you planted a kiss on his neck. Michael moaned softly, the noise dripping from his pink, plump lips. He snuggled further into you, softly grinding his hips against your own.

You began to softly make out with him, running your hands through his red hair. You weren't used to being straddled by Michael, but you loved it. He was grinding into you, soft, sensual moans and whimpers leaving him. The redhead began to softly tug at the waistband of your pajama pants, whining quietly.

"Are you sure you want it, bub?" You asked him. "I don't wanna push you, I know you aren't feeling great."

Michael nodded quickly, looking up at you. "You're the best remedy, Y/N." he chuckled.

You kissed Michael's cheek as he leaned over and pulled a condom from his nightstand. He slid off his own pants and shirt, rolling the rubber onto his dick that was becoming harder by the second. You blushed when Michael pulled off your own pajamas, leaving kisses on your warm skin and telling you how beautiful you were.

“You always make me feel better, baby.” he hummed, sliding into you.

You gasped at the feeling of suddenly being full, but slowly relaxed into Michael’s rhythm, letting out soft moans as he slowly and sensually fucked you.

“Michael…” You whimpered out, already feeling the familiar, tightening ball in your belly.

“Shhh,” Michael kissed you gently. “I’ve got you, baby.”

The feeling of being fucked and edged slowly was almost more exhilarating than your more active, kinky sex life. You could tell that Michael was also close to climax, soft whines and pants leaving his mouth as he railed into you gently.

“Michael, I’m so close.”

Your green-eyed boyfriend chuckled, kissing your lips. “Go ahead, honey. Cum all over my dick. Make me feel good.”

You immediately let go, your walls clenching around Michael’s cock as you whined and moaned. He fucked into you once more before having his own release, yelling out loudly at the wonderful sensations you were giving him. The redhead kissed your face once more before sliding out slowly, pulling the condom off his dick and tying it off, throwing it in the trash beside your bed.

You giggled and blushed when Michael pulled you into a spooning position for post-sex naked cuddles. You both were a bit sweaty, but he pulled the comforter over you like your own personal fort.

“I love you, Y/N.” he smiled.

“I love you too, Mikey,” You giggled sweetly. “Feelin’ better now?” You asked, running a hand through his sweaty, red hair.

“Mhm,” he yawned. “Think I could sleep now.”

You planted a kiss on his lips and then snuggled into his side. “Good night, Michael.” You whispered.

“Good night, Y/N.” Michael kissed your head and spooned you, holding you close like a teddy bear for the rest of the night.

#michael clifford #michael clifford smut #fanfic #luke hemmings #calum hood #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #5sos #luke 5sos #michael 5sos #5sos fanfic #michael clifford x reader #michael clifford imagines #michael 5 seconds of summer #mgc #afi #lrh #cth #5sos fanfiction #5sos blurb #5sos imagine #5sos fic #5sos smut #5sos moodboard #5sos hq #ashton 5sos #5sos x reader #calum 5sos #5sosfam #the 5sos show tour

[sinning5sos]

Having a baby with Michael would include...

Michael ~ would be so excited to be a dad

“Babe, look at this.” Michael said, drawing your attention to a car seat in the middle aisle and you smiled to yourself at how excited he looked. 

“It’s the top rated car seat with safety features, it’s easy for new parents and it looks fucking cool.” He rattled off, and you rubbed your hand on his back and scratched lightly, “Like a fucking spaceship turned into a car seat.”

“Michael, that’s great and all but let’s keep looking. We still have under four months.” You said, and he chuckled as he turned to kiss your cheek. As he turned, his attention drifted to something else and he ducked past you to get to the strollers.

“Baby, what sort of stroller should we get? Should we plan ahead in case we want to have another?” He asked, and you laughed to yourself as he continued browsing throughout the aisle. You let him have his fun, knowing and being so grateful at how excited he was to be a father. You felt your phone ring in your bag and fished it out, looking at who was calling.

You took a step back as you answered,

“Hi, is this Mrs. Clifford?”

“Yes, this is her.” You answered, and Michael glanced at you but his gaze went back to the different baby items in front of him.

“I have the results of the gender test, do you want to know them now or would you want to wait? We can place it in an envelope -”

“No, now. Definitely now.” You cut her off. You didn’t mean to, but you were so excited. You pulled Michael’s sleeve closer to you and put the phone on speaker.

“Well Mrs. Clifford, I am excited to tell you that it’s a girl.” She stated, and your feet left the ground as Michael lifted you into the air.

“A fucking girl!” Michael yelled, and you laughed as you tried your best to continue the phone call, but the lady just laughed and ended the call. He spun you around once more, squeezing you tightly as he murmured in your ear, “I’m going to be a girl dad.”

Other pregnancy things would include - 

Countless food runs

Lots of cute clothes/toys/items from his favorite movies/shows/animes

Singing to the baby 

Lots of lazy days (he insists it’s important for you to rest)

Cozy vibes always. Big comfy blankets, cozy pajamas, cozy slippers

Movie marathons with snacks

Michael being so excited that as soon as you even found out you were pregnant, he was calling everyone in your lives

He'd plan everything

Him cooking for you

He'd figure out how to surprise you with a gift at every monument throughout your pregnancy

#sinning5sos #5sos #5sos smut #5sos imagines #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #michael #dad!michael #Michael imagines #Michael blurbs #Michael Clifford blurbs #Mgc #5sos blurbs

[smashgirltommo]

Michael : that shirt looks great Luke

Luke : oh thanks!

Calum : I bet it would look even better on Ashton’s floor

Ashton : are you hitting on Luke for me ?

#lashton #5sos #ashton irwin #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #lashton is real #calum hood #malum #michael clifford #luke hemmings is a princess #afi #lrh #cth #mgc #otp #lashton smut #5sos5

[caelesjjk]

a place where hands can’t reach | l.h. (Greek god!Luke)

A/N: I have worked tirelessly on this, and I am really proud of it to be honest.  Its long as hell, over  17k. But i would appreciate more than anything if you guys took time to read it and tell me what you think. Thank you!!

I also wanted to give a shout out and recognition to Amara ( @dammitbands​ ) and her fic Wasteland, Baby which you can find here. I was super inspired by her fic and decided to give my own go at a Greek god AU.

“Touch me with your words. Penetrate my mind. Hollow me out. Leave me gasping, scratching, wanting more. Touch me with your words in all the places your hands can’t reach.”

Ares will always be known as being the brutal God of War. He was almost uncontrollable and bloodthirsty when it came to battle, something that made him hated among the other Gods as well as the humans on earth.

It took thousands of years and too many battles to count for the pain and terror of war to finally take its toll upon him. Ares wanted more from this life. There had to be something more. He had become fascinated by the humans and the way they lived and wanted to leave behind the memories and all the blood he had on his hands on Mt. Olympus, and go to Earth where he could be more than just the God of War.

His plans to leave Olympus were not received well. The other Gods knew if Ares left that they would have no one to fight their battles for them. No one to blame for all their misfortunes. So Zeus took it upon himself to punish Ares, telling him that if he chose to go to Earth and live with the humans he would be cursed for as long as stayed there.

Ares was told that he would never be able to touch another being with his hands without killing them. His darkness and brutality that lingered deep within him would consume them, and there would be nothing he could do to save them. They would crumble in his fingertips, drift away on the breeze, or burn to ash the very moment his bare hands touched them in any way.

But to Ares, this punishment would be as easy as breathing compared to the weight he carried on his shoulders now in Olympus. And so, he retreated to Earth, taking a human form. He knew that he would spend the rest of eternity alone, and banishing himself to Earth was supposed to make that easier. And at first, it had been. Hundreds of years he walked the planet, lying low and keeping to himself. He took on the name Luke, in hopes it was average enough to let him stay below the radar of wondering humans.

Luke was still the God of War, and it was in the darkness that he found the most comfort. He walked around in all seasons with leather gloves on his hands, in hopes that he would never accidentally touch someone and consume them with all the evil that lingered inside of him. He had never had a desire to touch someone while he was here, and he wanted to keep it that way. He needed to make sure that he proved the other Gods wrong so that one day they would understand that he was more than just their war horse.

Like most nights, Luke found himself in the corner booth of Gordo’s diner down the street from his apartment. He preferred it over the bustling restaurants and casinos that most humans frequented in Las Vegas. The décor was hideous, with all the red knick-knacks lining the dusty shelves on the walls and the faded yellow tables with chips in the tabletops. The food was shit, and the coffee was even shittier, but if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t come here for either of those things. He came for her, the waitress with the raven colored hair and the face full of freckles. She wore chunky boots and mood rings on each of her thumbs that were shaped like crescent moons. Her name was Anna, and she one of the few humans Luke tolerated. She was sweet and soft spoken, but she also had an edge about her that had Luke coming back in every night. He refused service from anyone other than her. It was like she could tell that he wasn’t much for talking, because most nights, she didn’t press him.

“Want any more coffee?” She asked, breaking him from his thoughts of the past. Luke shifted in his seat, clearing his throat.

“Think four cups might be my cut off.” He answered, using his gloved hand to push the white coffee cup towards the edge of the table.

“Are you cold? I could ask them to turn the heat up in here.” Anna motioned towards his gloves, Luke quickly pulled his hands beneath the table into his lap.

“I’m fine.” He picked up the book he had been reading before, trying to get her to walk away from him without any more questions. Anna gave him a small apologetic smile before picking up the empty coffee cup and heading back towards the kitchen.

“Such an idiot.” Anna sighed to herself as she dumped the arm full of dirty dishes into the sink. She had always seen him wearing those gloves, never taking them off, even in the dead of summer. Obviously there was a reason behind them. And Anna knew deep down that it must have been something that he didn’t want her to know. 

“What is it about the weirdo in the corner booth that you like so much anyways?” Michael, one of the other servers asked as he plopped a small pile of whipped cream onto a piece of pie as he spoke.

“I don’t like him, really. I’m just sort of fascinated? I know it’s weird.” Anna leans against the sink, looking towards Michael and the complete mess he was making of the pie slices he was about serve.

“Yeah, totally weird.” Michael teases, throwing the small plates onto a tray and lifting it onto his shoulder.

“Are you going to serve it like that?” Anna giggled, pointing to the mess.

“It’s for a bunch of drunk frat boys, I doubt they care how pretty it looks.” Michael sighs, pushing open the door of the kitchen. “At least help me hand these out?” He stuck out his bottom lip, trying to be as cute as possible and persuade Anna to help him.

“Fine. Let’s go Mr. Puppy Eyes.” Anna holds the door open and lets Michael walk through before they both approach the rambunctious table. Of course they’re all smacking each other and throwing shit around the table. Typical drunk asshole behavior. Michael and Anna were used to dealing with these types on their late shift. Las Vegas was always full of surprises.

“You brought a friend with you, Mike.” One of the frat boys brought attention to Anna, making her cheeks heat up and her blood pump a little faster.

“She’s just helping me hand out your order, man. No need to embarrass her.” Michael tossed a few plates onto the table in front of them, some of them snickering and not trying to hide it.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” One asks, touching Anna’s wrist when she places a plate in front of him.

“I assumed you being a college boy and all that you could at least read.” Anna points to her nametag that’s attached to her black apron. Most of the others laugh at his expense when Anna makes the comment, steam practically billowing from his already red ears.

“Got a mouth on you. I like that.” Frat douche pulls Anna down onto his lap. She pushes at his chest and pulls at his hands.

“Let go of me!!” Anna shouts, looking to Michael for help, but the other guys at the table have him blocked from getting to her. 

“Calm down, babe. Just having some fun.” His mouth is against the shell of her ear, Anna feels dirty when he breathes on her neck.

Quicker than she can comprehend, she’s being pulled off of the frat guys lap in a blur when a leather gloved hand wraps around her wrist. Anna finally focuses on what’s in front of her again, the first thing she sees is the broad leather clad shoulders of Luke stepping in front of her, grabbing the frat guy roughly by the back of the neck and slamming his head down against the table, his face flattened against the surface. The sound of glasses and silverware clanging to the floor is quickly followed by yelling from the other guys that had been at the table.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Touchy Frat guy says, struggling against the grip of Luke’s hand. But he isn’t able to move at all.

“Apologize.” Luke leans down towards his ear, saying the words quietly. Blonde curls falling on his forehead in the process.

“Fuck you! Get off!” Frat douche continues to struggle, Luke rolls eyes and uses his gloved hand to lift the assholes head and slam it back against the table once more.

“Luke!” Anna shouts, her pretty green eyes meeting his when he looked up. They were the same color as fresh moss growing against the trunks of trees. Beautiful and alluring.

“Apologize, shit bag.” Luke says between clenched teeth, eyes never leaving Anna. He could tell he was frightening her and that alone made the evil threatening to spill over inside him retreat back to where it came from.

“Sorry…I’m sorry!” The frat guy finally gives in, and Luke stands him up straight, practically kicking him towards the door.

“You’ll hear from my lawyer!” Frat guy tries to get the last word in, but Luke only smiles widely, slowly bringing up his middle finger for the group of frat guys to see. They all continue yelling all the way out the door, the bell above the door jingling over and over until they were all gone.

“Luke…what…why did you do that?” Anna brushes her hair away from her face, her chest heaving in surprise.

“Find comfort in the fact that I would have done much worse if you had not been watching.” Luke says, heading back towards his table. He picks up his things and starts to walk towards the door.

“Wait…just, thank you.” Anna steps in his path, reaching out a soft hand to touch his forearm. Luke freezes momentarily, then quickly pulls his arm away and rushes out the door of the diner, the bell clattering against the glass once more.

“Did that all actually just happen?” Michael says, still a bit in shock as he takes off his black beanie and ruffles his hair. Anna sighs, turning back towards Michael and the mess they were about to clean up.

“What exactly am I paying you two for?” Gordo, the cook and owner of the diner says from the door of the kitchen.

“Great timing, Gordo!” Michael rolls his eyes, bending down to start picking up the mess on the diner floor. 

Anna takes a moment to watch Luke out the window. He has his hood pulled up over his head now, crossing the street in a hurry. She had no idea why he had done what he did. Perhaps he was just being nice and chivalrous. Perhaps it was something else entirely. But with how limited their conversations usually were, she wasn’t sure she would ever get the answer she was looking for. The desire to be closer to him was odd, but strangely welcomed even now.

Luke had been denying the power he possessed for a very long time. Though sometimes, he did give into the voice inside of his head. He kept an array of weapons inside a secret wall compartment in his apartment. And now and then he would take one out, preferably his sword. He would swing it around with more precision than any other God or mortal would ever be capable of. It was only enough to release just the slightest bit of the pressure he felt from not using his power, but it was enough. 

He merely wanted to get home before his desire to kill the group of idiots from the diner had him hunting them down. But, deep down Luke knew that they wouldn’t go about their nights quite so easily.

They waited a few streets down in the alleyway, waiting for Luke to come by so they could jump him. And unlucky for them, Luke had a feeling that they would. He had been around long enough, seen enough human weaknesses to know that something like this would happen. He sighed loudly when they rushed him and pulled him into the darkness of the alley. 

The one who he had publically humiliated back at the diner, took a swing at his jaw while two others held onto his arms. Luke wasn’t even trying to get away from them. He was only slightly hoping to quench that nagging feeling in the back of his mind that was asking for him to slaughter them. He had been denying himself his own power, rarely using any abilities for a very long time. It wasn’t easy, but he wanted to do it. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” The frat guy yells as he swings at the other side of Luke’s face. Of course Luke feels the pain of the blows, but it doesn’t affect him the same way. Pain is something he has learned to tolerate so well after the thousands of years of enduring it. He can taste the blood in his mouth, letting it drip off his chin as he looks up at his attackers with a devilish grin on his face.

“Perhaps you should keep your hands to yourself next time?” Luke says with a small laugh.

“What the fuck did you just say?” One of the attackers says.

“I said…” Luke spits some blood onto the ground so that it sprays across the original douche’s shoes. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself, asshole.” And with that Luke was taking punch after punch to his torso and face, others choosing to join in now as well. He let it happen for a few moments longer, soaking in the feeling of the attack. It was exhilarating. And he knew as soon as he was finished here, he would need to stop. He would need control himself. He didn’t need the other God’s coming around saying “I told you so” any time soon.

“You needed someone to teach you a lesson, blondie.” One of them says as they back away to admire their handy work. Luke his bent down on one knee, taking a few deep breaths to gather himself. He had to control it because if he didn’t, he would kill them and he already had enough blood on his hands from all the wars he had fought in.

“This will only hurt a little.” Luke spits more blood onto the ground, boots scraping against some loose gravel as he starts to stand up. His eyes begin glowing a bright blue, the light scorching through his veins. 

They all begin to scramble away, but Luke raised one of his hands in front of him, shaping as if he had it wrapped around someone’s throat, all of the frat boys halting to a stop. The group of them grasp at their necks when their air flow starts to wither away. Luke pulls his hand higher into the air, and their feet lift up off the ground. Their legs kicking as they yell with the last bit of air they have left in their lungs. Luke breathes in another long breath, then snaps his fingers and sends them all flying in different directions until they slam into the walls of the buildings they had been standing between. They hit with loud thumps, sliding down the walls. Most of them have fallen unconscious, others scrambling to stand up, Luke brushes off the front of his jacket and begins walking back towards the street. His wounds dissipate as the blue light still simmering in his veins heals him completely. He picks up his book from the ground and turns left out of the alley to make his way back to his apartment.

“Miss it, don’t you?” Luke heard a voice say from behind him. He turned his head to look over his shoulder and see a face he hadn’t seen much of in recent years.

“Apollo.” Luke said flatly, his jaw tightening slightly as he turned to face him. He was dressed in all white, and Luke would never understand why the Gods thought white was such a glorious color. Apollo’s black hair was quite a contrast to the rest of him.

“No need for formalities, friend. It’s Ashton when I’m down here in this hell hole.” Ashton sighs with a look of mild disgust on his face and flicks his hand towards nothing in particular, taking a few steps towards Luke.

“We aren’t friends.” Luke scoffed, folding his arms over his chest.

“Still holding that grudge?” Ashton asked, small smirk on his face.

“You mean the one where you did absolutely nothing to help me when Zeus was handing out punishments?” Luke steps cautiously towards Ashton now.

“I’m not the one who desired a human life, Ares.” Ashton said, smile growing wider.

“Well let’s just say I’m still bitter, and you’re still an asshole.” Luke turns to begin walking away, until a wall of burning arrows fall down in front of him, blocking his path. His jaw and all the muscles in his back tighten in frustration.

“We should talk.” Ashton says.

“What could you possibly have to say, that I’d want to hear?” Luke turns back around.

“All those wars all those years ago…we may have underestimated the other gods then. But we know where we went wrong and we can correct it this time.” Ashton closes a bit more of the gap between them.

“This time? You’re insane.” Luke laughs. “I won’t be a part of it.”

“Won’t you hear me out?” Ashton asks.

“Go fuck yourself, Ashton.” Luke whips his hand in the air, the fire on the arrows behind him smothering out in the darkness. He steps over the burnt remains and begins walking again.

“I thought you might say that. I’ll make you see things my way, Luke. I’ll see you soon.” Ashton calls from behind Luke. But when Luke takes one last look over his shoulder, Ashton is already gone. He throws his hood back over his head and crosses the street towards his apartment building.

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Anna Bradley wished more than anything that she didn’t have to work her way through grad school. That somehow she could afford her apartment. But life just didn’t have those things in the cards for her right now. She struggled, and she knew she wasn’t the only one but that didn’t stop her from feeling just the slightest bit sorry for herself now and then.

She hated the way her hair was always frizzy, no matter how many times she used a deep conditioner. There wasn’t a product out there that had tamed it so far. Every morning while she looked in the mirror was a string of frustrated sighs and annoyed groans. 

Her one bedroom apartment was filled with things that Anna loved. She painted the brick walls with light yellow paint in an attempt to make it feel warm. Her window sills were filled with plants of all shapes and sizes. Some with flowers, some with vines. Every morning she made sure to say ‘hello’ to them, gently patting the top of the cactus’ before opening the curtains to make sure they got all the sunlight they needed.

Magenta was Anna’s 10 year old dachshund who loved to lay on her fluffy pillow at the end of Anna’s bed and soak in the sunlight as well. Her sweet little face was graying slightly around her eyes and nose, but she was still Anna’s little baby that she adored. Every morning before Anna left for class, she made sure that Magenta was comfortable, kissed her head and told her to watch over the place. It was routine for them all.

It was quiet inside the small apartment, which was something Anna appreciated. There was a constant buzz of sound outside in the busy city, but not in here. She kept an endless supply of tea in the cabinet just to the left of the sink and every time she opened that particular cabinet she was met with the worlds most flavorful aroma. 

“Rents late again, Anna.” Mrs. Parks said as she caught Anna trying to sneak through the lobby of the building.

“I know. And I swear, any tips I make tonight are coming straight to you, Mrs. Parks.” Anna tries to smile convincingly. Mrs. Parks sighs and motions with her head for Anna to go. Anna quickly mouths ‘thank you’ before heading outside into the crisp night air.

Nights were surprisingly cold in Las Vegas, it was something that took a bit of getting used to. Working the night shift at the diner was something else that took some getting used to, but there wasn’t another option when classes took up most of the day otherwise. So she drug her tired body into Gordo’s almost every night so she could serve to drunk college kids and late night casino goers.

 And then there was Luke. He always sat at the same table, most of the staff knowing not to seat anyone there because he would inevitably be coming in. He had floppy blonde curls on his head and a perfectly sculpted jawline. Not that Anna was paying attention to those types of things. But she may have noticed a time or two that his nose turned up just slightly. She knew that the hottest fires truly burned blue, and that his eyes were no exception to that. Most of his wardrobe consisted of black and leather, which wasn’t unusual for the most part but he wore it always, even this past summer when it was practically radioactive outside. Those gloves he was always wearing had to be ridiculously uncomfortable.

It bothered Anna that after knowing him all these months, she truly didn’t know him at all. Maybe that’s why he was so alluring. Maybe that’s why she had such a desire to be close to him. But any time she tried, he literally and figuratively pulled away. He was untouchable.

“Schedule says 9:00pm, Anna.” Gordo shouted through the order window as Anna walked briskly through the diner door, seeing the clock on the wall read 9:03pm. She rolled her eyes.

“Got it, Gordo.” Anna slipped into the back where Michael was tying his apron on behind his back.

“Everything okay?” Michael asked, noticing Anna’s frustration.

“Yeah…I just really need to make a ton of tips tonight before Mrs. Parks kicks my ass to the curb.” Anna sighed, throwing her apron on over her head and tying it haphazardly. 

“I can help you, if you just ask.” Michael leans against the wall watching as Anna rushes around, grabbing her order pad and pen from the basket on the counter.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. But thank you, Mikey.” She pats his shoulder quickly, throwing her hair up messily and then pushes through the swinging door to get out onto the diner floor.

The night was slower than usual, frustrating Anna to no end. She could feel herself getting more and more upset, but she held back as much as she could so no one would notice it. But Luke noticed everything about Anna, and he knew something was wrong.

“More coffee?” Anna asked him as she approached the table with a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes like it normally did.

“Do you get a break?” Luke asked, closing his book quietly and sitting it down on the table.

“What?” Anna asked, shocked that he had asked.

“A break. Will you have one soon?” Luke said.

“Yeah…I mean I could.” Anna shuffled over the words she spoke, still flustered that he asked her.

“Sit.” He motions towards the seat across from him at the table. Anna stared at him a moment longer, then blinked to clear her thoughts.

“Michael, I’m on break, okay?” Anna looked behind her to where Michael was standing at the register.

“Sure thing.” Michael smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at Anna, her cheeks heating up as she quickly turned away to look back at Luke.

“Right. Um hi.” She said as she slid into the booth across from Luke.

“Why are you upset?” He asked bluntly.

“I’m not upset.” Anna replied, biting at her lip nervously. Luke merely raised one of his perfect eyebrows in disbelief. Anna sighed. “I just have a lot on my plate. Grad School. Trying to pay my rent. Just feeling the effects tonight I suppose.”

“Your struggling upsets you?” Luke asks, watching her face carefully, wishing he could pull her lip from between her teeth as she chewed at it.

“Yes. More than usual.” Anna sighs, her breath blowing her hair away from her face, slouching back into the booth as if she’s deflated.

“The tips you receive here, they go directly to you?” Luke asks, reaching into the back pocket of his black jeans and grabbing out his wallet.

“Most of the time.” Anna laughs a little, knowing Gordo likes to keep extra for himself now and then.

“Then put this in your pocket, and pretend I never gave it to you.” Luke opens his wallet, and pulls out four one hundred dollar bills and sets them on the table in front of her. Anna almost chokes on air as she gasps.

“Luke, I could never accept this.” Anna pushes the money back towards him.

“Why not? It’s your tip.” He closes his wallet and puts it back into his pocket.

“It’s too much. Way, way too much.” Anna’s eyes are wide as she looks down at the money.

“I don’t understand. Your service is always impeccable, I’m merely giving you what I think is deserved.” Luke pushes the money back towards her as he begins to gather up his things.

“Luke…I can’t.” Anna shakes her head in disbelief that he would even consider leaving her this much money.

“Consider it a loan then. You can pay me back when you’re able.” He stands up, pulling a black beanie onto his blonde curls and slipping his backpack on.

“You’ll let me pay you back?” Anna asks, her mouth dry.

“Of course. When you can.” Luke smiles, giving her one last look before he starts going towards the door.

“Luke! Wait!” Anna quickly hops out of the booth and stands in front of him before he gets to the door. “Why would you do this for me?”

“You deserve to have a place to sleep and food to eat. It’s simple.” Luke sighs gently, wishing the freckles on her cheeks and nose weren’t so endearing. Anna bites her lip and closes her eyes for a moment.

“Thank you.” She steps up close to him, lifting up onto her tip toes and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Luke can feel his skin warming under the feeling of her lips. It was the most affection he had felt in ages. He gave her a tight lipped smiled and proceeded the rest of the way out of the diner. 

Anna had no idea why he really did what he did. He hardly knew her and still so willingly handed over more than enough money to help her get ahead on things for the time being. She looked at the money once more and then shoved it into her pocket before anyone else could see it, her smile widening. The troubles she had been feeling just minutes before this slowly lifted off of her shoulders and chest and she could breathe again. Paying Luke back was one thing, but making it up to him would need to be really special.

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The next night, when Anna came in for her shift she was immediately met by the frustrated face of another waitress that she did not recognize. Her blonde hair was swept up into a nest on top of her head and her hands were on her hips as she approached Anna.

“Is that guy your boyfriend or something?” She huffed, her Brooklyn accent very thick as she pointed towards Luke in the corner booth. His usual black leather gloves on his hands as he flipped through pages of yet another novel.

“No, he isn’t. But if you’re new here, you probably didn’t know that he only wants me waiting on him.” Anna explained, her cheeks heating just a little.

“Yeah, well he’s a real dick. Literally wouldn’t even take a glass of water from me.” She pops a piece of gum into her mouth and rolls her eyes dramatically. “All yours, honey.” She slips past Anna and heads towards the kitchen. Anna can’t help but smile as she approaches Luke’s table.

“Giving the other waitress a hard time?” She asked.

“She’s dreadful.” Luke replied, marking his page and setting down the book in his hands.

“You know, everyone that works here is capable of pouring you a cup of coffee.” Anna sat down across from him, knowing her shift didn’t start for 10 minutes.

“I only want you.” Luke said, his hands under the table as he watched Anna’s face. When her eyes widened momentarily he thought about his words and backtracked. “I mean, I prefer your service.” He clears his throat.

“What do you do when you come in on my days off?” Anna asked.

“I don’t come in.” Luke shrugs his broad shoulders and leans back against the back of the booth. Anna decided it was probably best to drop this subject when he seemed uncomfortable.

“I’ll um…I’ll pay you back what I owe you soon, I promise.” Anna says.

“I’m not worried.” Luke slowly brings his gloved hands up onto the table and links his fingers together.

“I wanted to do something more than just give you the money…like maybe I could take you to get a real cup of coffee? One that doesn’t taste awful?” She laughed lightly, looking to Luke for an answer.

Luke wanted to say yes so badly. He wanted to tell her that he would do ungodly things just to know more about her. But getting to know her was dangerous, for both of them. She would never understand the burdens he carried, and Anna did not deserve to carry any of them with her. She was far too smart and far too beautiful for this world.

“I…can’t.” Luke said nervously.

“Oh. I’m sorry, you probably have a girlfriend or something right? That would be totally inappropriate for me to ask that…god I’m just…sorry.” Anna stands up from the booth and Luke does the same.

“No. No girlfriend. It’s me” Luke tries to explain, but knows he sounds ridiculous.

“You’re really going to use the ‘it’s not you it’s me’ gig already?” Anna’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as she turns to begin walking to the kitchen.

“Are you angry with me?” Luke asks, following her down the row of tables.

“Why would I be angry?” Anna turns to face him quickly, almost making Luke bump into her.

“You seem angry.” Luke sighs, hands going into his jeans pockets.

“I’ll bring you more coffee soon.” Anna spins around and moves swiftly into the kitchen through the swinging door. Luke stands there a moment, not sure what to do. And as he’s about to go back to his table, Anna is shoving through the door with plates in her hands, not bothering to even look in Luke’s direction.

“You’re visibly upset.” Luke says quietly as he follows her to another table.

“I’m not.” Was all she said as she sat the two plates down on the table in front of the hungry customers. Anna continued to ignore him, moving past Luke and walking towards another table.

“Will you stop for a moment?” Luke asks, stepping in her path.

“I’m not upset with you, I’m upset with myself.” Anna says, looking over Luke’s shoulder as Gordo throws another order up into the window.

“Why?” Luke moves until her green eyes focus on him again. For a moment, Anna considers telling him the truth. That all she wanted was a few hours outside of this diner where she could talk with him.

“It’s nothing, Luke. I have work to do.” Anna brushes past him again and Luke sighs in defeat, going back to his table, running his gloved hands through his messy mop of curls.

Luke watches Anna as she hastily moves around the restaurant, she continues to smile for each customer, never forgetting anything they ask for. She grabs a coffee pot from the counter where his eyes follow and land on Ashton, who sits at one of the stools at the front counter, a smile on his face when their eyes meet. Luke tenses, his jaw tightening when Ashton waves Anna over to him. What the fuck did he think he was doing?

Ashton leaned his elbows on the counter when Anna approached him, making sure to smile kindly for the human girl.

“What’s good to eat here, darling?” Ashton asked, watching as Anna’s cheeks tinged pink when he called her by the endearing name. Pathetic human, he thought.

“Pancakes are always good.” She said, taking the coffee cup off the counter and filling it, sitting it in front of Ashton.

“How’s the coffee?” Ashton smiled at her a little more.

“Pretty awful.” Anna shrugged.

“Should we maybe grab something better then? If you’re free that is.” Ashton asked, long fingers dancing around the coffee cup on the counter.

“I don’t even know your name, and you’re asking me out?.” Anna laughed, her hand going to her hip. Luke was still watching, but his anger was literally beginning to burn.

“Ashton. And yours?” He asks.

“I’m Anna.” She reaches out and shakes his hand and already Luke knows that’s something he would never be able to do. 

“So what do you say, Anna?” Ashton asks as he straightens the lapels of his long coat. Luke pushes out of the booth and storms across the diner until he reaches the two of them.

“She can’t.” Luke says, blue eyes meeting Anna’s green ones, pleading with her.

“What?” Anna asks, confused and the slightest bit annoyed.

“She can’t go with you…because she’s going with me.” Luke glares at Ashton, knowing he’s feeding right into what Ashton wanted to happen. Now he has something to hold over Luke’s head.

“How did you even hear what we were…” Anna begins to say but Luke cuts her off.

“Anna, please. I was wrong to turn down your invitation earlier.” Luke stands next to Ashton on the opposite of the counter from Anna.

“He turned down your invitation? What a fool you must be.” Ashton pats Luke’s shoulder much harder than necessary. Anna looks to Luke, who looks desperate for her answer.

“I um…I’m sorry, Ashton. I think Luke and I need to talk.” Anna smiles kindly at Ashton. He is unbothered of course, but slides a business card towards her.

“Call me when you’re ready, Anna.” With a wink, Ashton glides back out the door. But before he does, he makes sure that Luke sees the triumphant smile on his face.

“Fuck.” Luke says under his breath, pinching the bridge of nose in frustration.

“What the hell was that?” Anna crosses her arms over her chest and looks at him expectantly.

“I don’t like him.” Luke sighs.

“Do you even know him?” Anna scoffs.

“We are…old friends.” Luke leaves it at that.

“Do you actually want to have coffee with me or was that just some jackass move to make me feel even worse?” Anna’s voice is a bit sad, her hand rubbing the back of her arm nervously.

“Where shall we go?” He asks. Anna smiles, a real smile. One that reaches her eyes and lights up her face in the most angelic way Luke had ever witnessed.

“I know a really nice place. It’s not too far of a walk from here.” Anna leans over the counter, Luke does the same, feeling like a magnet that can’t escape her pull. “Will you wait for my shift to be over?” She says quietly.

“Of course.” Luke replies, his mouth aching to cover hers, but he really could never let himself. Anna bites into her bottom lip gently.

“Okay. It shouldn’t be long.” She says.

“Why are you just standing there, Anna? Tables!” Gordo shouts from the pick-up window, his gray hair sticking out in a dozen different places. Luke wishes he could make him talk to Anna the way she deserved.

“On it, Gordo.” She smiled anyways, rolling her eyes playfully. 

“See you soon.” Luke says, walking back down the row of tables until he reached his booth where his things were still sitting. 

The rest of her shift, Anna felt nerves bubbling in her stomach. She had been hoping for this moment for such a long time, that now that it was actually happening she had no idea what she was going to do or what she was going to say. Luke didn’t seem like the type of person who wanted to make small talk, he was more of the deep conversation type. He was constantly reading or writing things down and Anna just knew that any typical type of conversation just wouldn’t do. And all of these thoughts swirling around her mind were making it harder and harder to come up with anything at all. 

She slipped into the bathroom at the end of her shift, washing her hands and arms and slipping into some clean clothes in hopes of smelling less like a diner and more like herself. Her hair was a mess, but she pulled it down from the hair tie and tried to run her fingers through it over and over until it looked presentable. She looked at herself in the dirty mirror above the sink wishing she had brought her make along to work so she could cover up the imperfections, but what she saw in the mirror would just have to do, she didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer. For all she knew, Luke could have taken off by now.

But he would never. Anna didn’t know it, but Luke never wanted anything bad to happen to her. Never wanted her to feel a bit of sadness. She radiated so much goodness. And when she nervously came out of the bathroom, carrying her bag on her shoulder and running her hands over her hair once more, Luke knew he was fucked.

“Are you ready to go?” She asked him when she approached the table. Luke stood up quickly, gathering up his things and throwing his bag onto his shoulder.

“Lead the way.” He said with a small smile and motioning for her to walk in front of him. Anna smiled, walking just in front of him as they moved towards the door of the diner. Luke tried not to stare, but Anna’s body was something to admired and praised. She was soft and curvy, and Luke was forever day dreaming of all the ways he’d like to touch her. But that’s all it could ever be, just day dreams.

They walked side by side, Luke staying just the slightest bit behind Anna as they made their way through the always sidewalks of Vegas. It was ingrained in his DNA to always watch his back, and he was feeling particularly protective of the beautiful girl he was with. Their walk was mostly silent, neither of them feeling the need to say much at this point in time. It wasn’t necessary or uncomfortable.

“Here we are.” Anna’s sweet voice broke Luke from his thoughts and he quickly moved to the door to hold it open for her. She smiled saying a quiet thank you as she stepped through the door. The sweet smell of baked goods and the strong smell of good coffee wafted into both of their noses as soon as the door closed behind them.

Anna ordered her drink, opting for Chai tea over coffee. After Luke ordered his drink, he reached for his wallet in his back pocket but Anna’s hand gently touching his forearm had him freezing in place. Her soft mossy colored eyes met his and he softened just the slightest bit.

“It’s on me, okay?” Anna handed some cash to the barista before Luke could argue with her. Luke nodded once, taking his coffee from the counter and following her to a table. He sat his cup down quickly and moved behind her to help her take off her coat.

“There you go.” Luke said next to her ear then placing her coat on the back of her chair. Anna hoped like hell that he couldn’t see the goosebumps covering her skin.

“Chivalry isn’t dead then, is it?” Anna smiled over the rim of her cup as she sat down in her chair.

“Not for me.” Luke replied, removing his own leather coat before sitting down across from her.

“You aren’t from around here, are you?” Anna asked, licking her lips after she sat her cup down, watching Luke carefully.

“No, certainly not.” He smiles, leaning back in his chair, his long legs opening and taking up practically all the room beneath the table. Anna was fascinated that someone could be as breath taking as Luke and still seem like he was loneliest person on the planet.

“You aren’t going to elaborate on that?” Anna knew the answer, but hoped Luke may give away little parts of himself at least. He merely shook his head ‘no’ as one of his fingers slid across the lip of his coffee cup. Anna sighed. “What will you tell me about yourself?” She didn’t want to push, but she needed something.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea that you know much about me, Anna.” Luke didn’t meet her eyes, he knew she was looking at him, but he didn’t want the temptation of telling her everything.

“How will we be friends if you don’t tell me anything about you?” Anna asked.

“Friends?” Luke wasn’t sure why that word gave him such a strange feeling. Friend was such an understatement for what he wanted Anna to be.

“I think we’ve known each other long enough to at least be friends, don’t you think?” She leans her elbows onto the table, her face and every little detailed Luke adored coming closer to his. Luke instinctively leaned closer to her, the magnet effect taking over his will power.

“Perhaps.” Luke gave her a lop-sided smile that had Anna’s stomach flipping it circles.

“How long have you lived in Vegas?” She asked. Fifty years, Luke thought to himself.

“Quite some time.” Was all he was willing to give. Anna sighed again.

“Alright, Mr. Cryptic. Maybe less personal questions? What’s your favorite book you’ve read lately?” Anna tried to keep things light without being intrusive.

“I try not to get attached to the novels I read.” Luke explains, twisting the silver rings on his fingers.

“That sounds a little tragic, actually.” Anna says, surprising Luke with her answer.

“Why is that?” Luke asks.

“All those books I’ve seen you reading at the diner. None of them good enough to be remembered? Just seems a little sad, maybe discouraging even.” Anna sips her tea, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Things begin to blur together after you’ve read so much.” Luke says, hoping that it didn’t sound too strange. Anna looks at him for a moment and then nods in understanding.

“Maybe you’re right.” She says. Luke can’t help but laugh at her answer. She was the type of person who truly tried to see things from everyone’s point of view.

“Tell me more about you, Anna.” Luke said.

“What do you want to know?” Her eyes lighting up slightly.

“Everything.” Luke smiled, a small laughing passing through his lips when Anna did the same.

She had no problem telling him anything he wanted. She told him about school. About her family. What she wanted to do with her life. All the things and people the inspired her. Things that she feared. The way she considered her friends her family. How she would eternally be staying away from tequila. Where the best pizza in town could be found. How cheesy movies and kit kats were the best way to cheer her up. Listening to her talk was everything Luke had hoped it would be.

He wasn’t ready to give up much of himself. He didn’t think he ever would be. He mentioned tiny things, enough to make Anna feel as though she was getting to know him as well. Some things that made him seem normal. Human. It was hard to keep things from her when she was so open and accepting. But this was the best thing he could do for her.

“Shit, it’s like 3:00 in the morning.” Anna laughed after looking down at the time on her phone for the first time in hours.

“You need to rest.” Luke said gently, standing up to help her slip her coat back on.

“I actually don’t have class tomorrow.” She said, sliding her arms into her coat and turning to face Luke. “Do you want to maybe, hang out?” Anna asked, her lip pulling between her teeth. 

“Hang out?” He smiled, taking in the way she looked with tired eyes and a happy smile.

“Yeah…I mean we could check out some hidden Vegas gems.” Anna said as the two of them made their way out of the 24/7 coffee shop.

“I’d like that.” Luke said, another smile spreading across his face. “Even if I think it’s a bad idea.”

“Do you think it’s worth it to find out?” Anna asked, stopping outside as the door closed to look up at Luke.

“It is.” He replied, his gloved hands going into the pockets of his jacket. “Goodnight, Anna.”

“Night.” Anna was hopeful that if she was patient, the mystery of Luke would unfold for her and he would realize he could trust her. He needed all the patience she could muster.

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There were more and more days and nights spent together after that. Luke had little to no self-control when it came to Anna. He was crazy about her if he was being honest with himself. And even though he was uncharacteristically happy, he was still worried. He knew deep down that Ashton would be planning something. Something to get Luke back on his side and back into Olympus. But Luke didn’t want to be anywhere but here in this dingy diner with Anna watching him from the corner of her eye, thinking that he couldn’t see her.

The freckles on her cheeks had darkened after they’d spent all day yesterday lying in the sun on the roof of Anna’s apartment building. Luke read aloud from the newest novel he had picked up and Anna laid with her shoulder against his and her eyes lazily closed as she listened to every word he spoke, soaking up the sound of his voice as if it was the rays of warm sunshine they were lying under. Now and then she allowed herself a peek at the way his lips moved when he pronounced the words through the dark lenses of her sunglasses. Noticing the way the blonde curls on his head practically matched the sunlight that warmed the tendrils against his forehead and around his ears. She relished in the way his fingers felt when they brushed against hers, whether it was by accident or on purpose, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Anna had determined some time ago that Luke was not someone from this time. The way he spoke and carried himself was nothing of this world even. It was farfetched really, but how could he be real?

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on all of these diner patrons instead of me?” Luke asked when Anna approached his normal booth in the corner.

“None of these diner patrons look as good in a leather jackets as you do.” Anna teased, making Luke laugh quietly.

“Is that so?” He asked, eyes meeting hers, his skin warming when she smiled down at him.

“What can I say? I’ve got a thing for leather.” Anna slid carefully into the booth, sitting next to Luke, his arm moving to hang over the back of the seat behind her. The close proximity was overwhelming. She smelled like the rose scented shampoo that she loved so much, and Luke could not have picked a better scent for Anna if he tried.

“What else?” Luke asked, their faces very close together.

“Hmm.” Anna pretended to think for a moment. “Motorcycles.” She said suddenly.

“Motorcycles?” Luke laughed.

“Why not? It’s extremely attractive!” Anna laughed as well, lightly nudging Luke’s ribs with her elbow.

“Don’t ever let me catch you on motorcycle, Anna.” Luke’s eyes were a darker blue as he spoke.

“What will you do if I decide to take a joy ride around the city one night?” Anna continued to push.

“Let’s not find out.” Luke smirked, sitting back and creating a bit of space between them to try and extinguish some of the tension building.

“I wanted to ask you something.” Anna cleared her throat and shifted slightly in her seat.

“Ask away.” Luke said turning his long body to face her in the booth. He was becoming less and less wary of answering her questions.

“Tomorrow night, some friends are going to the big arcade downtown. Laser tag, ski ball, dumb stuff like that. Will you come with me?” She pulled her lip into her mouth, her teeth chewing it nervously. Luke moves his gloved hand to her mouth and uses his pointer finger to pull her lip from between her teeth, his eyes staying trained on her mouth. Anna feels her heart pound in the confines of her chest.

“Have you known me to say no to you?” Luke says quietly.

“It’s always an option.” Anna breathed.

“I’ll go, if that’s what you want.” Luke moves a stray piece of hair away from her face, wishing he knew what it actually felt like as it passed through his fingers.

“Great. I’ll meet you there at 8:00 then?” Anna says, stumbling a bit as she scoots out of the booth when she hears Gordo yelling from the kitchen.

“8:00 it is.” Luke picks up his coffee cup and takes a sip, watching her walk away as she waves over her shoulder and pushes through the swinging door.

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Anna walked quickly through the streets on her way to the arcade. She couldn’t stop the smile on her face from widening as she got closer. Luke had agreed to come, and it was unexpected. She knew that if she wanted something to happen between them, anything at all, that she would have to be very careful with how she approached it. Luke seemed like he could make a run for the hills at any moment, and that was slightly unnerving for her.

“Anna?” She heard as she slipped past someone on the sidewalk.

“Oh, Ashton. Hi!” Anna smiled, stopping to turn around and speak with him.

“Such a big city, surprised I’ve run into you again.” Ashton moved closer to her, his stare making Anna feel slightly uncomfortable. His long trench coat making him appear even more intimidating.

“Yeah. Really surprising. How are you?” Anna asked.

“I’m quite well, Anna. Thank you for asking. If you don’t mind telling me, how’s Luke?” Ashton tried to pretend he was interested.

“Oh, you guys are old friends right?” Anna remembered Luke saying something of that sort weeks ago.

“Ah, yes. Very old friends.” Ashton laughed a little at the thought.

“I’ll let him know that you were asking about him.” Anna took a few steps back, trying to indicate as politely as possible that she was going to leave.

“Do that.” Ashton said, watching as Anna’s smile dropped when she started walking away.

Anna couldn’t help the uneasy feeling she felt, but she didn’t want it to ruin her night with her friends and Luke, and when she saw Luke standing outside of the arcade, all the worry seemed to melt away. He was dressed in his usual black jeans, but rather than the black t-shirts and leather jackets she was used to seeing him in, he wore a white t-shirt that he had messily tucked in. He had pulled his hair back into a bun on the back of his head, which was one of those things that Anna never thought she would find attractive until that very moment. When she was just a short distance away, he turned around, smiling when she approached him.

“Sorry if I’m late.” Anna said, feeling a bit out of breath.

“Not at all.” Luke opens the door to the arcade and let’s Anna go in. She leads the way over to a table in the food court area where some friends are sitting.

“Guys, this is Luke.” Anna said, Luke gave them a quiet hello and a small wave.

“Diner guy! Glad you could join us!” Michael says loudly, clapping Luke on the shoulder. “You’re on my team.”

“Excellent.” Luke says, eyes meeting Anna’s when she laughs at his reaction. He craved that sound.

The group makes their way to the laser tag area, everyone strapping a kill counter to their chest and grabbing a laser gun from a shelf on the way into the arena. Michael is already planning strategies and bragging about how his team is going to be victorious. 

“See you out there.” Anna says to Luke as she moves to join her team on the opposite side of the arena.

“I think the point is that you don’t see me.” Luke answers with a grin.

“We’ll see.” Anna jogs the rest of the way over to her team, all the lights in the arena going black before the black lights and neons pop on to reveal the course they were working with.

“Everyone spread out!” Michael yelled, moving to duck behind a fake boulder. Luke rolled his eyes, knowing that battle strategy was literally all he ever used to think about. 

Someone from Anna’s team started yelling, telling everyone to attack and Luke could suddenly hear the sound of the laser guns being shot and the beeping sound of the kill counters going off as people began taking shots. He felt is heartbeat pick up, every ounce of him wanting to absolutely dominate at this, but it was just a game. Luke needed to keep his cool and not let the instincts take over. But no matter how much he tried to bury it, he was still an amazing shot. He kept his distance, taking shot after shot and never missing a single one. But he had not been able to see Anna the entire time the game had been going on.

Luke got down on his hands and knees, carefully carrying his gun in one hand and slinking across the arena towards the other teams side. He could see Michael rolling around like some sort of ninja from the corner of his eye, keeping most of the other players distracted while Luke made his way into enemy territory.

He moved behind one of the fake boulders, the smoke machine in the corner coming to life and creating a fog that was slightly obstructing his sight as he continued looking around for Anna. Perhaps she had already lost all of her lives and was sitting out somewhere. Luke stood up straight, pushing some loose curls away from his face and releasing a long breath he felt like he had been holding in forever. As he turned to head back across to his teams side of the arena, Anna popped out from behind one of the boulders, pushing Luke’s shoulders until he was backed into a dark corner. 

“Boo.” Anna said, smiling widely and triumphantly. Luke instinctively moved his gloved hands above his head against the wall in an attempt to keep himself from touching her.

They looked at each other for a few moments, both of their breathing uneven and mingling together. Anna stood on the tips of her toes, gently brushing her nose against Luke’s as he stood frozen. His stomach somersaulted when her hands slipped off his shoulders and rested against his chest, their mouths continuing to gravitate towards each other.

“We shouldn’t.” Luke whispered, eyes falling shut when he felt Anna’s eyelashes brush against his cheek.

“Tell me not to kiss you.” Anna breathed, praying he wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss him. Because she wanted to kiss him until there was no oxygen left in her lungs. Luke opened his eyes to look at her, eyebrows scrunching together knowing it wouldn’t be true if he did say the words.

“You will be my undoing.” Luke pressed his forehead against hers, but Anna was no longer feeling patient as her lips found his in a sweet kiss.

It was as if time had decided to forget all about them. Luke craned his head to the side, appreciating the way Anna’s lips fit with his. Her hands twisted into the material of shirt, needing something to hold her the earth before she floated away altogether. Kissing Anna was easy. It wasn’t messy or rushed, just lips and occasional meeting of tongues. Luke wanted to breathe her in and keep her in his chest for the rest of eternity. It wasn’t until he felt her smile against his mouth that he remembered to breathe at all.

“What is it?” He asked, opening his eyes and taking in the way the whites of her eyes glowed in the neon lights. Anna slowly lifted the laser gun in her hand and pointed it at at Luke’s kill counter on his chest. Anna quickly pecked his lips once more before pulling the trigger and the loud beeping noise from the counter started going off. She laughed manically as she started running back towards the action happening. Luke was slightly shocked, but mostly impressed as he pushed off the wall and took off after her.

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Things were too good to be true.

Surely Luke was not truly allowed to be this happy after all the awful things he had done in his life.

But he found himself sitting amongst a large crowd of adoring parents, students and their families as he watched the girl he adored walk across her graduation stage with the happiest smile on her face that he had seen since he met her. Anna was deserving of this accomplishment, more so than anyone else he knew. And no matter how exposed he felt being amongst this crowd, he would not have missed this for the world.

At the end of the ceremony Anna made a beeline for Luke as he stood towards the back of the building. She jumped into his waiting arms, wrapping her own tightly around his neck. He pressed kisses to her cheeks and lips, making her laugh and return them all the same. 

“Very proud of you, sweet girl.” Luke said only loud enough for her to hear. Anna’s cheeks heated, but she couldn’t help the need to get her lips back to his. She kissed him as if no one else was there, her body pressing into his. The leather of the gloves on his hands was cool as his fingers ghosted down the exposed skin of her arms.

“All I could think about while I was up there was how badly I wanted to be doing this.” She said against his mouth, both of them smiling and gently bumping teeth.

“Not thinking of how all your hard work has paid off?” Luke carefully sat her feet back on the ground.

“I was a little.” Anna sighed. “But it meant a lot to me that you came. I know crowds aren’t your thing.”

“I seem to have lost all sense when it comes to you.” Luke told her, his leather clad hands leaving her arms and clasping behind his back.

“I think that’s a compliment.” Anna laughed, shaking out her hair when she pulled off her graduation cap.

“Are you ready to go to the after party?” Luke asked, offering her his arm to take. 

More and more, Luke began to understand how his curse from Zeus was actually a punishment. All these years he spent alone, it never mattered. He never needed or wanted to touch anyone with his hands. But now that this human girl was in his life, it was the purest form of torture that he could possibly imagine. He wanted to know what her skin felt like against his fingertips. How soft her hair was when he ran his fingers through it. Sure, he could feel her with other parts of him. On his lips. But it wasn’t that intimate feeling that you feel when you touch someone with your hands. And sweet Anna never pushed for answers, though he knew she was curious as to why he did things the way that he did them. Never taking off those gloves no matter what. And more so than ever, he was terrified to accidentally hurt her. He would truly never forgive himself.

“Actually…” Anna took his arm, fingers moving over the material of the black button down shirt he was wearing. “I was thinking maybe we could skip the party? Have it just be the two of us tonight?”

“Oh…” Luke swallowed hard. “What did you have in mind?”

“I thought maybe you’d finally show me your place? I’ll make you dinner, we can drink as much wine as possible?” Anna looked up to study his reaction, watching his face go through 20 different emotions in just a few seconds worth of time.

“If that’s what you desire….this is your day, after all.” Luke smiles, a nervous pull in stomach trying to tell him it wasn’t a good idea. But he was incapable of saying no to Anna Bradley. Some almighty god he’s turned out to be. And when she squeaked and clapped her hands together happily, he knew that there was not a god on Olympus that could say no to this earth bound angel.

They quickly made a stop at the grocery store when Anna excitedly explained to Luke that she had the most perfect recipe for a spinach tortellini dish and that she had to make it for him. Luke followed her through the store, adoring every moment he was allowed to spend with her. But there was a feeling deep in his gut that told him something awful was going to happen that would ruin it all, and he hated that it wouldn’t go away.

Anna was nervous, and she tended to seem overly excited when she was nervous. She wanted this night to end a certain way, and hoped that wooing Luke with food and wine would make him feel that way as well. She knew they needed that next step. She wanted him to feel safe with her. To let down some of the walls he kept so high. And when he agreed to let this night happen at his apartment, she felt just the slightest bit of hope that he was going to let her in and show her parts himself that he was so desperately trying to keep hidden.

She watched in awe as Luke pulled into the parking garage of one of the most expensive tower of penthouses you could live in Las Vegas. She hadn’t imagined this type of place for him, but he was continuously surprising her.

Luke carried the grocery bags and led Anna towards the elevators, pressing the button for the top floor just as the doors closed behind them. Her lip was between her teeth up until the moment the doors slid back open. There were only two doors on this entire floor, which meant that Anna had completely underestimated the size of Luke’s apartment once again.

The door opened with a push of Luke’s foot after he had unlocked it with a set of keys from his pocket. He stepped to the side, smiling gently when Anna slid past him into the apartment. It was mostly dark inside, just a bit of light from the sunset coming in through the wall of tall windows at the far side of the room. It was one big open floor plan, the kitchen and the living room area were all connected. Anna stood in the foyer, not sure if she should just walk in. Luke took the bags of groceries into the kitchen area, pressing a few buttons on what Anna assumed was a security system.

“Are you alright?” Luke asked as he approached her again.

“Of course. Your apartment is…big.” She laughed, not sure what else to say. Luke laughed quietly, taking her hands in his gloved ones and pulling her gently towards him and further into the apartment.

“I’ll show you around a bit.” Luke says, flipping on a few light switches. Anna’s eyes can hardly focus on just one thing in the room.

Thousands of books are stacked on floor to ceiling bookshelves next to the fire place. The black leather couches make a complete circle in the middle of the room, where you have to step down slightly to reach them. There are glass cases lining the walls filled with artifacts. Anna was not exactly a history buff, but she could tell the pieces here were ancient. There were paintings in perfectly intricate silver frames taking up almost all the available space on the walls that were not converted into bookshelves. Marble statues of what she assumed were greek gods, guarded the doorways and some of the corners. It was beyond anything she had imagined and so incredibly beautiful. But it was also unnerving to think that maybe she didn’t know Luke even the slightest bit.

“There’s so much to take in.” Anna finally released a long breath, her fingers running over the spines of the books on the shelf closest to her.

“I’ve had a lot of time to collect things.” Luke moved to the fireplace, turning it on with a remote he picked up from the mantle.

“You always say things that make you sound ancient.” Anna meant to be teasing, but Luke laughed, running his fingers through his hair.

“You’re quite observant, Anna Bradley.” Luke sighed, his blue eyes coming back to her face and watching her carefully.

“You’re cryptic.” Anna tried to relax the muscles in her shoulders.

“I have my reasons.” Luke stopped to stand just in front of her.

“Are your reasons going to make you disappear without a word one day?” Anna’s eyes were pleading as she looked up at him. Luke felt his chest and his jaw tighten at the same time.

“Let’s not do this tonight, Anna.” Luke watched Anna’s eyes close for a moment in frustration.

“You’re right. I should make that dinner I promised.” She moves to step around him, but Luke places his hand against the wall so that his arm blocks her path to the kitchen.

“Trust me, please?” Luke speaks lowly, close to the shell of her ear. Anna wished it was easier to be angry when it came to Luke.

“I do.” Her hands find his curls and pull his face down to hers until their noses brush. “I just want you to trust me too.” Anna whispered, even though she knew she didn’t have to.

“For tonight, just know that it pains me to keep things from you…and perhaps one day, I’ll be able to tell you more.” Luke was hopeful, but how he ever could, he wasn’t sure.

“For tonight.” She sighed, but Luke captured her lips with his and swallowed down the rest of the sound. They let their mouths do the talking for a few moments before Anna pulled back just enough to speak. “What was that about?” She smiled when referring to the sweet kiss.

“Just want to start making up for all the time I should have been kissing you.” He kisses her again, the both of them smiling against the others mouth between pecking lips.

“Let me make this food for you, before I decide to forget it altogether.” Anna playfully bites onto Luke’s bottom lip before pulling away to walk into the kitchen. He watches as she goes, focusing in on the way her hips move and how she devilishly smiles over her shoulder when she notices his eyes on her.

Cooking was one of those things that Luke had never bothered much with in his hundreds of years as a human. He could handle the basics and could get by on simple recipes. But when the smell of the food Anna was making began wafting through his apartment, he suddenly wished he had at least tried taking an interest in it. She was quite masterful as she moved around the kitchen, throwing spices onto the chicken while the noodles boiled in a large pot on the next burner. Every now and then she would look up from what she was doing to smile at him, and Luke couldn’t begin to imagine how he had gotten this lucky.

“You could at least open that bottle of wine if you aren’t going to help, Lu.” Anna said, popping one of her fingers into her mouth to taste the sauce she was making. Luke moved from his spot where he had been leaning against the counter to grab one of the bottles of moscato from the fridge. 

Anna could practically feel herself salivating when Luke opened one of the higher up cabinets and reached for the wine glasses he kept there. His shirt slid up his stomach as he stretched and she wanted nothing more than to get her hands on the skin there. He noticed her watching him and couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. 

“How’s the food coming?” Luke teased, breaking Anna from her trance.

“Almost finished.” She breathed and half laughed, trying to clear her mind.

“Smells perfect.” Luke sat the wine glasses down on the counter, opening a drawer on the kitchen island to retrieve the cork screw.

“If I’m known for nothing else, hopefully it will be this pasta.” She laughed lightly. Luke’s face got serious for a moment.

“You’ll be known for so much more than a mere pasta dish, Anna.” He said, jaw slightly tightened.

“I hope you’re right.” Anna met his eyes, and it only took a second for Luke to step around the counter and reach her. His gloved hands went to her hips and turned her away from the stove so he could kiss her. It was so incredibly gentle and sweet that it took Anna’s breath away.

“You are incredible, Anna Bradley. Nothing less. And if I need to remind you every day, then that’s I’ll do.” Luke said the words against her lips, still brushing them together between words. Anna wasn’t sure she would ever understand Luke’s unwavering faith in her, but she couldn’t deny that made her heart swell.

“I’ll hold you to that.” She finally said when they unwillingly pulled their lips apart. Luke smiled and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Now stop distracting me.” She playfully pushed against his chest before turning back to the stove to finish the food. Luke poured wine into the glasses and handed one to Anna.

“Cheers to you, sweet girl.” Luke clinked his glass against hers, watching her freckled cheeks tinge pink as she took a long sip.

Anna plated the food she had been working on so meticulously as carefully as possible. She wanted it to be absolutely perfect, and that there would be no chance that Luke wouldn’t be impressed. She was convinced that this food was going to be that thing they both needed to get to the next step of their relationship. It was a long shot, but one that she knew would be worth it.

There was not a lot of food out there that Luke had not tried at least once. He had been many places and tasted many things. He had probably even eaten this exact dish at some point in his human life, but nothing had ever tasted like this. Something that someone he cared about deeply had put so much love and care into was an untouchable taste. It warmed him from the inside out when he didn’t think it was something that he was capable of.

“What do you think? Anna asked from the stool next to him. They were both sitting at the large kitchen island with their food and wine.

“Perfection.” Luke took another bite, making Anna smile widely as she did the same.

When they were finished, Anna stood up and reached over to take Luke’s plate. He stopped her hand with his, giving her a look of concern.

“I was just going to clean up.” She said.

“You’ll do no such thing.” Luke takes the plates from her hands and heads over to sink to begin washing the dishes. Anna picks up her glass of wine and walks into the living room area where she notices a vintage record player sitting near the entertainment center.

“Can I play one?” She asks. Luke looks up smiles as he continues washing the dishes.

“Of course you can.” He replies. Anna kneels down in front of the crates full of records stacked next to the record player and begins flipping through until she finds one that she loves. She quickly places it on the records player and settles the needle into place.

The record spins and begins filling the space with music. Anna sighs in content as she takes another sip of her wine. It takes her a moment to realize that the water of the sink is no longer running, and that Luke has made his way over where she’s been gently swaying to the music. She turns and finds him walking over to her with his hands behind his back.

“Is this one okay? I could always put a different one on.” Anna says, her nerves trying to trick her.

“Anna, this is fine, I promise you. Just dance with me.” He puts his gloved hand out towards her. She sits down her glass and wraps her fingers around his. Luke twirls her around once, making her giggle before he firmly presses her body against his.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” Anna asked referring to how effortlessly Luke seemed to be able dance. She watched his face drop and brows furrow as if he was thinking of something specific, but wasn’t willing to speak it out loud. “What is it?” She finally asks.

“There are so many things I want to do, that I simply can’t. Things that seem so small until you realize you can’t do them.” Luke leans down and presses a kiss to Anna’s shoulder. She looks at her hand in his, and decides to ask the question that she knows Luke has been avoiding since they met.

“Luke…Why are you always wearing these gloves?” She looks up at him and he sighs.

“Because I don’t want to hurt anyone. Especially you.” He explains.

“That…what does that mean?” Anna searches for more.

“It means just that. And I need you to believe me.” Luke’s face is a bit sad as he watches Anna contemplate his words. If she was anyone else, he knew she would have taken off a long time ago.

“I do.” Anna said softly, bringing his gloved hand to her face and cupping her cheek with it. Luke’s heart pounds when she leans into the touch. “I still feel you.” She presses a kiss to the leather covering his palm. 

“I’ve waited a very long time for someone like you, Anna Bradley.” Luke breathes out, his hand moving to the back of her neck and gently pulling her closer to him.

Luke connects their lips in a soft kiss. He wants to relish in the feeling of her pouty mouth against his for as long as possible. Anna’s arms wrap around his waist until she can clasp her hands together at the small of his back, holding him to her tightly. She slid her fingers up and down his spine over the material of his shirt, making Luke shift slightly. He swiftly lifted her onto the counter, Anna’s face becoming even with Luke’s as they continued their kissing. Anna was intoxicated by the smell of his cologne that wafted into her nose as she took deep breaths through her nose while her mouth was occupied.

Nimble fingers made their way from Luke’s back to his front, where Anna began popping open the buttons of his shirt. She needed to get her hands on every inch of his skin as soon as possible. Luke could feel panic begin to blanket him and he gently pulled away from the kiss so he could speak.

“It’s…it’s dangerous for us to do this.” Luke’s voice shook slightly, he wanted her so badly.

“How can I make you see that it’s not?” Anna ran her thumb over Luke’s bottom lip.

“I can’t hurt you. If I accidentally touch you with my hands…” Luke ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

“What will make you feel safe?” Anna kisses him again, hoping that he feels her sincerity through her lips. Luke thinks for a moment, running through options. Finally, he stands straight and lifts her off the counter and sits her on her feet.

“Come with me?” Luke motions towards one of the doors on the other side of the room. Anna knew this was what she wanted, so she moved to follow him towards his room.

Another wall of windows with light from the busy city below is found on the far side of Luke’s bedroom. Long white, flowy curtains hang at the corners. His oversized bed sits against another wall, more white sheets and pillows are placed perfectly. The floors are a dark wood and the rug that’s placed at the end of the bed looks like it’s made of golden fur. What really catches Anna’s attention, is the huge painting that hangs above the bed. Without googling anything, it appears to be some sort of Greek war with soldiers and horse drawn chariots. But before she can observe it any further, Luke is gently touching her shoulder and bringing her attention back to him.

“Is this okay?” Luke says, referring to his bedroom.

“It’s beautiful in here. Your whole space is beautiful honestly.” Anna reassures him, Luke smiles.

“It isn’t too much?” Luke asks, gloved hands going to the rest of the button of his shirt and making quick work of them. He slips the material off his shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. Anna’s mouth drop open slightly at the sight of him. His chest was unbelievably broad with a gorgeous layer of hair spread over it. His torso was long and the muscles beneath his skin moved in a way that had Anna crossing the room towards him in a daze.

“You’re beautiful.” Anna sighed. “Like one of those statutes you have out there.” She bit her lip and watched as Luke froze slightly for a moment, then shook his head almost in disbelief.

“I think you’ll have this figured out much sooner than I had anticipated.” Luke says, confusion covering Anna’s sweet features.

“Figure what out?” She asks.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Luke dodges the questions for now. He moves over to the bed and sits down on the corner before meeting her eyes again. “Come over here so I can touch you, sweet girl.” He pats the spot on the bed next to him. Anna is moving quickly, not meaning to seem so desperate.

She sits down against the soft sheets, scooting until she’s right next to Luke, who gives her a gentle smile. He leans over, connecting their lips again. His tongue immediately brushes the seam of her lips, asking hers to mingle. Anna shifts her weight onto her hip so she can face him more and deepen the kiss at the same time. Luke’s hands ached to touch her, and he was too afraid to lose control.

“You’re holding back.” Anna said against his mouth with one more peck to his lips.

“Do something for me?” He stands up and walks over to his closet. He disappears inside of it for a moment, then reappears with a red neck tie in one of his hands. Anna swallows hard before speaking.

“What are you thinking?” Anna asks, her lip becoming sore where she’s been nibbling it.

“I’m thinking…that I need you to tie my hands behind my back.” Luke approaches her slowly. Anna’s eyes widen for a moment, her heart pounding at the thought of tying Luke up. She had no idea that was something that would turn her on in the slightest. But now that it was right in front of her, she knew that it most certainly did.

“Will that make you feel like we can go farther? Safely?” Anna rubs her thighs together, her body wanting some friction when Luke looks at her with lust filled eyes and slightly swollen lips.

“It will never be a good idea for me let this happen. But I’m a selfish bastard, and I want you so badly, Anna.” Luke stands in front of her where she sits, and Anna stands up slowly.

“Okay.” Anna whispered, reaching out and touching his chest, fingers brushing through the hair. Luke released a shaky breath and closed his eyes at the feeling of her touch.

“Take this.” Luke handed her the red tie, and turned around so that his back was towards her.

Anna admired expanse of his broad back and shoulders. All the light colored freckles sprinkled over his skin. How the muscles tensed when her fingers traced down the length of his spine. Her hand caressed his skin, fingers dancing across small of his back where the hem of his pants sat. Luke shivered when Anna pressed her lips to the middle of his back and kissing down his spine. Luke sighed again, bringing his hands back behind him so he could twist his gloved fingers into the material of Anna’s shirt and pulling her closer to him. She continued pressing kisses to the backs of his arms as she tied the silky tie around his wrists, making sure it wasn’t too tight. Luke knew if he truly wanted to get out of the bindings, he could with ease, but he hoped feeling the tie wrapped around his wrists would remind him that he was with the most important person in his life, and he needed to keep her safe.

“Finished.” Anna said, her thumbs rubbing at Luke’s wrists a few times before he turned around to face her. He leaned down and kissed her once, then moved back to the bed and sat down again. 

The humming of Anna’s heart in her chest was making her entire body overly aware of the beautiful man sitting on the bed. His hair was a mess of curls and his eyes were soft and pleading. She crossed the space between them, throwing one of her legs over once side of Luke’s hips and gently settling the other on the other side. Her fingers immediately lace into his hair, angling his face up so she can kiss him deeply. Luke hands are already aching to be touching her. They want to feel her soft hips as he pulls her down against his crotch. But instead, he settles for attaching his lips to her neck. He sucks gently at her skin and revels in the sounds leaving her mouth as he does.

The only other sound is the light hum of the record player in the living room area that has stopped playing but continues to spin. Luke skims his nose across her jaw, kissing the space where the bones meet.

“This really must go.” Luke says, nudging at the neckline of Anna’s shirt she’s still wearing. She doesn’t hesitate, smiling widely before grabbing the hem and yanking it over her head in a swift movement.

There was no possible way that Luke could ever forget the way she looked right now. It was all he ever wanted to see each time he closed his eyes from now until the end of time. She more perfect than any goddess he had ever seen. The way she curved was sinful. He leaned forward pressed a few kisses to the swell of her breasts that popped over the cups of her bra. He used his teeth to bite down on material of the cup and gently pull at it, signaling he needed the bra to be gone as well.

“This too?” She finally said, kissing his lips quickly as she reached behind her to undo the clasps.

“This body of yours should never be hidden by clothes.” Luke kissed her shoulder and watched as she slipped the straps off of her shoulders and down her arms.

“I think society might feel a little differently about that.” She laughed, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders as he took her in.

“They are absolute fools.” He whispered, his mouth ducking down so his tongue could flatten against one of her nipples. Anna groaned, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. Luke did the same to the other one, his breath rushing over the sensitive nubs causing her to shiver and lean into him more.

“Lay back.” Anna said, half breathless as she finally opened her eyes to look at Luke again. He obeyed, letting his upper body fall back against the mattress and the down comforter splayed across the bed. He couldn’t focus on the discomfort of his arms being beneath him when she hovered above him, bringing their mouths together again in delicious kisses.

Anna sat back up on her knees and slid her one of her hands from Luke’s chest down to the button on the jeans he was wearing. She kept her eyes locked with his while she undid the button. Luke knew his breathing was uneven and quick, watching her slide the zipper down. The lights from the city coming in through the windows behind them was glowing against her skin and it was possibly the most beautiful sight Luke had ever seen, and he had seen many magnificent sights on Mount Olympus.

He let her pulls his pants off of his hips and crawl back up his body. But as she settled back on his hips, he lifted them slightly, bringing her knees off of the bed. Luke shifted, moving to one side and bringing Anna with him. She squealed slightly when her back hit the mattress and Luke was now hovering above her. His arms still behind his back, he bent at the waist and kissed a line of warm wet kisses down her stomach. She hummed appreciatively, squirming a little as her arms raised above her ahead.

“How will I ever get enough of you?” Luke pressed another kiss above her navel, then nudging the button of her pants with the tip of his nose. “I regret nothing more than all the time I could have had you this way and was too scared to have it.”

Anna sits up on her elbows and looks down at him, resting his forehead against her lower stomach. One of her hands slides down and into his curls, lightly scratching at his scalp and gently pulling until he looks up. Her eyes tell him everything he needs to know. He’s quickly moving back up her bosy and finding her lips, almost falling over when he doesn’t have his arms to balance himself. Anna laughs quietly against his mouth.

“There’s no reason for you to be afraid of me.” Anna tells him, fingers caressing his cheek.

“Just afraid that one day the universe will realize I am not worthy of you, and I’ll lose you altogether.” Luke sits up and Anna follows keeping her hands cupped on his cheeks.

“The universe wouldn’t dare try.” Anna smiles, the most contagious and convincing smile Luke had ever seen. And even if it’s just for tonight, he believes her.

“The heavens have nothing on you, Anna Bradley. You are painfully beautiful.” Luke kisses her hard, her head bobbing back and falling back onto the comforter. “Now get the rest of these clothes off before dispose of them with my teeth.” Luke says, playfully biting her bottom lip and causing her to giggle.

Beautiful hands slip down her body and quickly rid herself of any remaining clothing items. Luke moves until he’s on the floor at the foot of the bed on his knees. Anna hooks her legs over his shoulders and Luke pulls with his upper body until her dripping core is face level with him at the end of the bed. Anna digs her heels into the space between his shoulder blades, her patience growing thin. Luke makes sure she’s comfortable, slowly pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs that seem to tighten around his head each time he gets closer to where she truly wants his mouth to be.

“Luke…” Anna groaned, hips moving towards his face. Luke laughs against her skin.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’m going to take care of you.” He moves his mouth up and presses a kiss to her clit. The feeling as Anna squirming and begging him for more.

His tongue circles it next, then licks through her folds, tasting her all over his wet muscle. The tip of his nose nudges against her as his tongue continues to delve inside her, not letting a bit of her wetness escape him. Anna’s hands grip at the soft comforter but she can’t resist lacing them into his wild blonde curls and gently pulling him until his tongue is buried deeper inside of her. His name falls from her lips over and over as she comes undone, and Luke just knows he will never hear a more beautiful sound. Her back arches off the mattress and Luke licks up everything she gives to him.

Luke licks his lips as he comes up to have a better look at her body as she comes down from the orgasm he had given her. Her breasts move up and down with her heavy breathing and her hands leave his hair to brush through her own. She takes another moment, then sits up on the edge of the bed, Luke still kneeling between her legs. Their eyes meet and breaths mix together as they both try to calm their rapid beating hearts. Anna moves one of her hands to the back of Luke’s neck and pulls him forward until their lips meet. She tastes herself on his lips and immediately wishes he could be between her legs forever. But there was something else she wanted.

“I want to have all of you.” She said between kisses.

“You do.” Luke replied quickly without hesitation. Anna felt her breath leave her lungs at the sweet words. How could her heart possibly not be bursting through the confines of her chest?

“You have all of me too.” She reassured him. Luke smiled, leaning forward to nuzzle his face into her neck when her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Hold on tightly, little angel.” Luke whispered against the shell of her ear. Anna wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her arms around his neck. Luke stood up with her wrapped around him and carried her up to the head of the bed. “Tie me hands to the head board, okay?” He sat her down on the bed and turned so his back was facing her. Anna touched the gloves on his hands, the leather was warm from Luke’s warming body. He flinched slightly and Anna undid the knot of the red tie.

When his hands were free, Anna pressed a kiss to each of Luke’s wrists where marks were slightly showing. Luke turned and moved to get on the bed, his back pressing to the metal bars of his black bed frame that stood tall against the wall. His gloved hands went above his head and his fingers wrapped around one of the bars tightly. Anna held the tie in her hands and slowly moved to straddle is hips again. She wrapped the tie around his wrists and attached them to the metal bars of the bed frame.

Warm kisses were left against his chest and stomach as she made her way down his body. Anna looked up and found Luke’s ocean colored eyes watching her carefully as she pulled his underwear off of his hips and down his legs. He was so hard and aching to be inside of her at this point he could barely keep himself still. Anna took her lip between her teeth and bit down while wrapping her hand around his cock. Luke groaned her name, her touch overwhelming him even more than he expected. Her gentle hand pumped him a few more times before her mouth was finding his length and letting is disappear down her throat.

Luke knew that this must be what heaven was really like. It wasn’t Mount Olympus and all of its kingdoms amongst the clouds, it was this girl and everything she made him feel. His wrists strained against the tie that he so desperately wanted to snap. 

“Anna…baby, you have to stop.” He said, voice raspy and mouth dry. She pulled off of him slowly, smiling sweetly as she moved back up his body and found his lips. They kissed for a moment before Anna began rolling her hips and grinding down against Luke’s crotch.

“I need you.” She whispered against his greedy mouth.

“Take everything you want, sweet girl.” Luke said breathlessly. 

Anna continued to kiss him as she situated herself over him, her hands using his broad shoulders to steady herself as she slowly began to sink herself down on Luke’s cock. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he stretched her so deliciously. Luke was leaning forward his lips finding her chest and pressing kisses to every bit of skin he could get to. She was beautifully warm and incredibly wet around him. She moved her hips upwards and slowly slid back down as she began to find a mind blowing rhythm that had Luke falling apart much quicker than he ever imagined he could. His arms still straining against the tie, fuck he wanted to touch her.

“You feel so good.” Anna moaned, finger nails scratching against Luke’s shoulders as she continued rocking her hips.

No longer being able to bear the torture of being confined, Luke merely pulled at the tie and snapped it as if it was nothing at all. Gloved hands rush forward and grip onto Anna’s hips and quicker than she can even process Luke has her back pressed to the bed while he settles between her legs. He angles her hips up slightly and begins moving his hips in a slow yet hard pattern. Anna moans his name over and over, locking her ankles around his ass to keep him going deeper and making her see stars behind her eyelids. Luke buries his face in her neck, kissing and whispering praises as he chases the high he so desperately needed to reach.

“You are my heaven on earth, Anna Bradley, and I need you to cum for me. Let go for me, baby.” Luke kissed her swollen lips and swallowed down her angelic moans as she came undone beneath him. As she tightened around his length, Luke felt himself releasing inside of her as well. It was like nothing he had ever felt.

His arms gave out from under him and Luke pressed his sweaty face into Anna’ chest so he could listen to her heart pounding in her chest. Her fingers slid into his hair and moved it away from his forehead. They stayed quiet for what seemed like forever before Anna spoke.

“Did you really rip that tie from the headboard?” She smiled looking down at him.

“I think I did, yes.” Luke craned his neck so he could look up and meet her waiting smile.

“Adrenaline is a crazy thing.” She laughed, her thumb gently rubbing against his jaw. Luke merely shook his head.

“You should get some sleep.” He finally said after a moment.

“What about you?” Anna yawned, her dark hair fanning out over the pillows as she adjusted herself on the bed.

“I’ll be right here.” He said, moving from between her legs to her side and wrapping his arms around her body.

“Promise?” Anna said sleepily.

“Nowhere else I’ll ever want to be. Sleep.” Luke pressed a kiss to her shoulder as she began to drift off to sleep.

“I’ll make you breakfast in the morning. Bacon…hmm.” Anna said with a mumble. Luke didn’t reply this time, just held her a little tighter.

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It was 2:00 in the morning when Luke found himself wondering into his bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror for what seemed like a lifetime. Mostly wondering where the almighty god of war had gone after all this time. Ares was nowhere to be seen in this reflection, and Luke started to think that maybe he liked the way that looked.

He used cold water to rinse his face a few times and made his way back out of the bathroom. As she shut the door behind him, he suddenly felt that something wasn’t right inside of his apartment. Someone was here that shouldn’t be. Luke rushed forward, pressing a panel on the wall on his way to his bedroom where one of his swords was hidden. He grabbed the handle, feeling its power pulse through him as he dashed back into his bedroom.

There, Luke found Ashton sitting on his bed next to Anna’ sleeping body. Luke felt his heart stop beating all together in fear.

“Hello, old friend.” Ashton said, making himself more comfortable on Luke’s bed. “I’ve made sure your little human can’t hear us. We need to talk.”

“If you touch her, I’ll kill you.” Luke threatened through gritted teeth, slowly moving towards the bed with his sword pointed at Ashton.

“No need to be pointing that thing in my direction. Nothing has to happen to the girl.” Ashton puts his arms behind his head and relaxes against the headboard.

“What’s the catch here, Apollo? What do you want?” Luke continues to move around the room slowly.

“I want to finish what we started. You’re the only one who can help me get what I want.” Ashton said, a smile on his face.

“That’s not me anymore. You’ll have to find someone else.” Luke glared at Ashton. He didn’t want that life of constant battles anymore. He found something he loved more.

“Then maybe you need something to persuade you?” Ashton moved his hand towards Anna, gently tapping his fingers against her hand. As soon as he did, she began gasping for breath in her sleep. The strangled sounds of her breathing had Luke in an instant panic.

“What are you doing?! Stop it!” Luke lunged forward, his sword immediately swinging around and pointing directly at Ashton’s throat.

“Give me what I want, or she dies. It’s simple.” Ashton continues to smile as Anna convulses against the bed. “She really is beautiful isn’t she? Might even give Aphrodite a run for her money.” Ashton laughed. Luke’s mind was all over the place, but he knew what he was going to have to do.

“Alright. I’ll do it, just stop it.” Luke practically sobbed. Ashton clapped his hands together in triumph before tapping Anna’s hand again and she fell still in her spot on the bed.

“I knew you’d see things my way.” Ashton stood up, straightening out his suit jacket.

“I want to add my own terms to this deal.” Luke slumped against the wall, shoulders falling in defeat.

“Go on.” Ashton said.

“When this battles over, and you’ve gotten what you wanted, you have Zeus make me human. And I never see any of you ever again.” Luke pushes his hair away from his face as he watched Ashton contemplate his terms.

“Alright, Ares. Deal.” Ashton walks over to Luke where he shakes his hand in a binding contract.

“Let me say goodbye to her, please.” Luke says, letting his sword fall to the ground as he makes his way over to the bed.

“I’ll wait downstairs.” Ashton disappears from the room and Luke goes back to lay next to Anna.

He presses his chest to her back, kissing her shoulder. He moves her hair away from her ear and presses his lips against the shell. 

“I didn’t want this for you.” He whispers. “I wanted you to go about your life without me in it. But you sucked me in and I had no chance of escaping. I have been selfish when it comes to you, because I wanted every second I could get with you. You are precisely and entirely what I needed to start living again, and I will be forever in your debt for that Anna Bradley.” He kisses her cheek. “And I love you. That is something that will never change so long as I am alive.” Luke gets up from the bed before he no longer has the energy to do so.

He watches her a moment longer as she sleep peacefully against the white sheets of his bed and then walks out the door.

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Anna was late getting into her office that day. Her coffee practically cold as she sipped it in the elevator on the way up. Her briefcase was especially heavy with reports she had been working on from home to keep herself busy.

She needed all the distractions she could get so that she didn’t have to think about him. How he left her and never came back over six months ago.

Anna had gone back to his apartment time after time to find it empty. Everything was gone, including him. He never answered his phone. He never tried to call. He just disappeared, and Anna’s heart was broken.

“You have a client in your office, Anna.” Her assistant said as Anna entered the office.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone today.” Anna said, fumbling with her briefcase and oversized coffee cup. Her assistant merely shrugged and went back to answering the phones. Anna sighed and walked down the short hallway to her office.

Once inside, she noticed someone sitting in one of the chairs in front of her desk. The blonde curls on back of his head eerily familiar.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I wasn’t expecting anyone today.” Anna made her way into her office as the person in the chair stood and turned to face her. She froze in place, dropping her briefcase and coffee to the floor.

“Could spare a few moments for an old friend?” Luke said, a gentle smile on his face.

“Luke…” Anna choked out, her throat tightening.

“Hello there, sweet girl.”

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Memories - lrh (Chapter Nine)

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Chapter Eight ※※※※※ Chapter Ten

Friday is usually one of the best days of the week. Beginning of the weekend, and to know that the next day you don't work and can sleep late, among others. Friday's energy is different from any other day, everyone looks happy. Unfortunately, that was not my friday.

Today started around 6 am, with my mother coming to my apartment to accompany me on the blood test. Then I went for MRI, and, again, I had to be pricked. After that, I was able to have a decent breakfast, at least, and then proceed to the x-ray. By midday I was completely exhausted and falling asleep.

Because of work, my mother was not able to spend much time with me. She makes a point of calling me at least twice a day, just in case, but in general, she hasn't been able to stop and see me. When I commented that I needed to take exams, she insisted in accompanying me, which was great, as I was tired of missing her.

“I was thinking about you sleeping at home today. We could do a movie marathon, there are some that I really need to see. What you say?” I invite her, excited.

As there was going to be a party at Parker today and everyone was going, I needed to find something to distract myself.

My mother settle in her chair, uncomfortable. She gives a nervous, yellow smile, trying to break the mood. What is she hiding from me?

“ I'm sorry, babe, but unfortunately I have a meeting tonight with an important client. Mr. Marshall, do you remember him?” I nod, still suspicious. “So he bought a country house and would like me to decorate it. But I can uncheck it, if you prefer.”

My mother was never a good liar. She always made it clear in her body that what she was talking about was not the truth. The signs were always the same: square smile, forced laughter, she can't stop still, needing to touch everything close to her. And that was exactly what she was doing now. She was arranging all the objects on our table, smiling, like a lost person.

Like lightning, the truth hits me. It is not a meeting, it is a date! Oh my God! My mom is going to have a date with Mr. Marshall.

Mr. Marshall owns a simple, but very good restaurant. Since my mother and I started going to his establishment, mainly on Thursday nights, when my father stayed at the office until later, I noticed his looks at my mother.

To think that after so much time and so much turnaround, they were giving themselves a chance made me strangely happy. It's like seeing my dad with Meredith, strange, but it makes me happy.

“So, what time is your date?” I ask curious.

“At 7 pm.” she responds absently. “ It's not a date!” her cheeks turn red and she looks at me uneasily again. I can't control my smile. “It's not a date.” she makes it more serious again. “It's a business meeting.”

“In the middle of friday at 7 pm? Let me guess, is this ‘meeting’ going to be in a restaurant?” her silence and the way she looks away from me gives me the answer.

“He said that he doesn't like to deal with matters like that, that it can be something more relaxed.”

“So it's a date.” I start to smile more.

“Marnie!” she warns me. “I told you this is not a date.”

I notice that I’m in front a mother I did not know. One I heard about when she told me about the time she met my father, but I never had a chance to interact with her. Now, I have her version sitting in front of me, as at that time, nervous, insecure and uncertain.

“Mom, it's okay for you to have a date. I am very happy that you are seeing someone, especially Mr. Marshall, who was always very kind to you and did not charge me for my second piece of cake.” the nostalgia of thursday nights takes me away.

“It's not a date. He didn't say anything about it, it's just a meeting.” now she looks upset.

“Maybe he was shy about naming it a date. But let's face it, it is really suspicious that a restaurant owner arranges a meeting on Friday night at dinner time, where his restaurant should fill up.” I raise an eyebrow as she bites her lip.

“I will not deceive myself. It's not a date!” mom hits the final hammer.

“OK! Everything is fine.” I give in to her. “But I advise you to wear that royal blue dress I gave you for Christmas, with a black shawl over it and nude heels.” I put a handful of salad in my mouth, ending the matter.

After lunch, my mother left me at home. I even think about getting some sleep, but when I lie in bed, all the sleep I felt in the morning was gone. Annoyed, I sit on the bed, scanning my room. Right now, I don't know what to do. Everyone is working and I am here.

I run my eye through my closet, in the dress section more specifically, thinking about the box that is there. I pick up the box and sit on the floor, opening it again.

Perhaps because I was so lost and emotionally exhausted that, the day I saw it for the first time, I didn't notice as many things as I had, looking fuller today.

I take the photos, looking carefully one by one. I analyze our smiles, our exaggerated poses, faces and our kisses. The various photos I took of him sleeping, playing in the studio or at home, getting ready.

““The noise of the flash breaks the silence. Petunia, who was lying on the bed, raises her head looking for what would have caused the sound. Luke, who was drying his hair, stoped what he was doing, ready to look at me.

I run towards the bed, throwing myself into it, trying to pretend I didn't do anything. I hiding the camera in the middle of my legs and stop, still biting my lip, trying hard not smile.

Luke comes out of the bathroom, standing at the foot of the bed, looking at me suspiciously. I look at him closely.

“Did you, by any chance, take a picture of me?” he crosses his arms.

“Me?” I pretend to be misunderstood. Luke looks at me in disbelief.

“Yes, you!” he raises an eyebrow.

“I have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't get out of that bed, did I, Piggy?” Petunia, who was looking at us, lowers her head, exempting herself from the discussion. I look back at the two-meter-tall Australian looking at me, waiting for me to surrender.

“Shit!” I shout.

I widen my eyes when Luke comes towards me. I jump out of bed, camera in hand, stopping where he was before. Now, taking it as a joke, he chases me around the room again, while I try to escape.

“Let me see that photo.” he insists, as soon as he reaches me, holding me in his arms. Behind me, Luke studies the photo in the viewfinder. “I want a copy, so I can take another little piece of you with me.” he leaves a kiss on my neck before going back to the bathroom.””

I let out a sly moan. On the one hand I am happy for the memory, on the other hand it hurts to remember all this and seams it means nothing now. We took a break after all.

I take a chubby envelope, full of messages from him. On post-its, I guess he must have glued it around the house. On cards, which must have come in bouquets of flowers.

“Have a wonderful day, just like you. Love you! ❤ ”

“ I made your tea all ready. Call me when you wake up. "

" Love you! ❤ ”

“ I can't stop thinking about you. ❤ ”

“ Day 64 - I hope you continue well and taking care of yourself. I hope you continue to love me too, because I still love you and I miss you. ❤ ”

I realize the size of my smile when my cheeks start to hurt. Luke is perfect in many ways. Affectionate, cute, kind… maybe I just met someone like that in books and movies.

Deep down, I met someone like that and I was living a romance worthy of a movie, but that ended.

I get tired of suffering for the perfect relationship I had and decide to find something else to distract myself a little. After a lot of thinking, I decide to do something that I really like and feels like I haven't done it in a long time: drawing.

I put paper and pencil together, and I start tracing various shapes. Abstract, more precise, more relaxed. Shadows, light, silhouettes, profiles. Landscapes, portraits, just traces. I spend the rest of the afternoon drawing like never before.

Art college has always been a dream. I could imagine myself in several exhibitions, my paintings being a success. Knowing that I hadn't passed hurt, after all, I couldn't see myself doing anything else. I suck at maths and sleep in history and biology; arts was the only solution.

What if I tried now?

For a few seconds, I think about life if I went to college, wondering if everything would change or not. If I would lose contact with my friends or if they would still go out with me. How the media would react …

I wake up from my thoughts to the horns on the street. I push the idea aside and head for a shower. The clock said 6:15 pm, it was time to start my night. I wash my hair with some difficulty, as I cannot wet the plaster on my arm. I put on comfortable clothes, go to the kitchen, preparing my Friday supper. Popcorn, candies, snacks, a pizza and chocolate.

On TV, I separate the films and series I want to watch, again, I believe. I take all the pillows from the living room and make a mountain on the sofa, burying myself in the middle. I release all the air in my lungs, feeling every cell in my body relax, then I hear someone knocking on my door.

Really? Now that I sat down?

Strange that they knock, since I'm used to someone ringing the bell. I keep quiet waiting for that person to go. I don't doubt it was another neighbor wanting to say hello. It doesn't take long and the doorbell rings. Annoyed snitch heading towards the door.

Who is this time?

I run my eye through the peephole and open the door extremely confused.

“What are you doing here?” I look at the six people in my hall, smiling at me.

“We found your friday so depressing that we came to keep you company.” Calum raises his arms, showing the bags. At that moment, my smile fell apart. It was not a depressing night!

“Didn't you have a party?” I question.

“Yes, but parties have every weekend, one more, one less, it won't make a difference.” Michael shrugs.

I can't control my smile. The happiness that flows through me is inexplicable. I give them space, as they separate between the living room and the kitchen. I feel several kisses on my face as each one passes me. Until Noah arrives.

“Sorry to end your party.”

“No need to apologize. I prefer to be with my friend a thousand times, than with any guy. Not to mention that it is good that I didn't go, so he doesn't find the last cookie in the package.” Noah winks at me, before hugging me.

While Mike, Leah and Noah rearrange the living room, I head to the kitchen to see Kiki, Ashton and Calum taking various food and drinks out of the bags.

“Oh, Cal, your piece of pie is in the fridge.” like a child, Hood smiles, closing his eyes and jumping to the fridge. With the piece in hand, he comes over to me, hugging me sideways.

“I love you!”

I laugh at him really looking like a happy little boy. I approach Ash, who was putting some snacks in jars.

“Luke didn't want to come?” I ask quietly, missing him.

“He's not feeling very well.” I frown, worried. “Calm! It's just self-pressure to compose something. Nothing more. He told me that you talked.” he looks at me expecting me to continue.

“Once again we make everything clear like water. I told him that I couldn't remember him, now he's willing to help me.” I explain.

“Did you tell him about Stephen coming here?” Ash looks like my father at that moment and I believe that many times it was like that, after all, he is the oldest.

“No.” I answer quietly, making a pout. Irwin looks at me ugly and I don't even let him start. “I know, but the humor was so good and he was in such a good mood that I remembered something. I didn't want to spoil talking about Stephen. I'll tell.” he keeps looking at me seriously. “I swear!” I raise my right hand.

Ashton closes his eyes, letting out a short laugh just before hugging me and walking me into the living room. They all spread out on the sofa and on the rug. The initial idea of ​​watching movies was passed over as soon as we were distracted by ‘Family Feud’.

“I'm sure the first is New York.” Kyleen kicks the answer to ‘What are the six most visited places in the world?’

“New York, Orlando, Rome, London, Lisbon. What else?” Michael asks, counting on his fingers.

“Paris!” I guess.

“Paris! It must be the second.” Leah opines.

“I would kick Miami.” Ashton comments.

“A lot of people are going to Miami.” Noah agrees.

We celebrate when Paris appears in second place. We watched the entire program and soon after we got distracted by the program to set prices. But this was for a short time, soon we were watching the reform programs.

After about five programs, we decided to drop the TV and play. We started with Twister, while I was spinning the wheel, Calum, Leah, Noah and Michael killed each other on the carpet. Flexibility was certainly not the point.

Game of life, Uno, Cards, Mime, we play everything. I don't know if at any party we were going to have so much fun. Everything seemed so light and in order, for a few minutes, I even forgot about the amnesia, the mess that my love life was in and my arm hurt, everything seemed perfect.

At around 11pm, we were watching videos from 5SOS on Youtube. All the clips in order to help me remember something. She's Kinda Hot was running out when a question arose.

“Can I make a question?” I start.

“Of course.” everyone responds.

“Why does Ash look like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo?” in a matter of seconds, everyone but Ashton was laughing. I face my best friend, who was looking at me seriously and maybe slightly offended. “What?” I ask without understanding.

After watching a few more videos and finding out that my friends and my ex didn't hit well their heads. We decided to make another joke.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another ‘How much can your mouth take?’” Ashton blinks, standing in front of the TV.

“Oh no!” we complain.

“You didn't do that.” Mike complains, discredited.

“Shut up, I'm the host. Tonight, we have two great teams.” he returns to his formal pose. “On my right side we have ...?” he stretches the silicone spatula for Mike to answer.

“MC and C-Dizzle-Swizzle, Three Seconds of Winter.” Michael introduces. I watch Ash walk away from them discredited with the little joke.

“Do we already have on my left side ...?”

“Delicious Noah and Stressful Leah.” I laugh out loud when I see the brunette face offended with brother by the nickname. “The Wonder Twins. Mom I love you!” Noah holds the spatula tightly, screaming.

“Control yourself, this is a classy show!” Ashton hits him with the spatula. “Let’s go, in today's show the two teams will have to be able to put as many candies in their mouths, without using their hands. Who do you think that will win?”

Kiki and I started screaming on the couch, like a maddened audience.

Then our competition begins. Calum is certainly very good at this, since he picked up almost all the candies that Mike threw. He almost choked to death in a moment, but it was very good, so much that he won. The twins, on the other hand, did well, but not as well as Calum.

“I wanted to thank my family, my friends…” Calum begins. Once again Ash snatches the spatula out of the ‘participant's’ hand.

“That's it, thank you very much for your audience. Until next week!” And so it ends his ‘show’.

At around 2 am we decided to watch a movie, but before halfway through, we all slept.

[...]

Wednesday

I start to get dizzy from so many laps that I go around my apartment. Every five seconds, I go to the balcony, looking at the entrance to the building, waiting for my father's car to appear.

I stop in front of the kitchen clock, seeing that there are still a few minutes to go. Again, I look at the cake I had made, making sure it was intact. I gnaw on my nail again, agonized by the delay.

Once again, I arrange everything in the room. Coloring books. Toys. Lots of junk food and several pillows. I don't know what my siblings like, so I decided to buy a little of everything. I just want everything to be perfect.

Luke had said something about Kendall being allergic to peanuts and Samantha getting very, very electric with chocolate. We didn't see each other again after that conversation. Everything ended up well between us, at least that's what I believe, but Luke was so busy with the album that we barely spoke.

I was only able to start a conversation with him when I mentioned that I didn't know what to buy for the twins and he decided to give me everything he knew. After that, silence.

A few more memories with him had come up earlier in the week, but I didn't tell him. I don't want to tell by message, I want to see him and watch his reaction, like that day.

However, I couldn't force him to quit stop his job to talk to me just because I want to, it's not right. Nor was Ashton talking to me, he was so busy too. Everyone was running to get free on the weekend and enjoy Ash's party.

I return to the balcony, ready to look at the entrance to the building, when the doorbell rings. I freeze, staring at the door without knowing what to do.

Come on, Marnie, pick up.

Slightly lost, I walk to the door. A mixture of anxiety, fear and excitement engulfs me. Before touching the doorknob, I take back few steps. For God's sake, they are five year old kids, face it!

Decided, I open the door, seeing my father's image first, smiling, as always. Soon, two little red heads leave his side and run up to my legs, almost knocking me over.

“Kids, watch out!” my father warns.

I squat down, letting them hug me. I hold them against me, feeling my heart explode with love. I push them away a little so I can get a better look at their faces.

“Let me see how beautiful you are!” I run my hand over Kendall's bangs, seeing his little eyes hidden behind blue glasses. Samantha, on the other hand, did not wear glasses, but she was missing the two upper teeth.

The tip of my nose tingles and itn't does take long for the first tear to fall, just like my father.

“Why are you crying?” my brother asks.

“It is happiness!” I pull you both into a hug again.

I look at my father, who futilely tries to pretend he is not moved. I get up, letting them both run into my apartment.

“How are you my sweetheart?” he asks.

“Well! I took off my boot, I have remembered many things, my arm doesn't hurt. I believe that I am getting better and better!” he smiles at my answer.

“Your mom told me that you and Luke talked. Have you got it right?” it is impossible not to notice the anxiety and hope in your eyes, it is glaring.

“Dad!” I look away ashamed. “No! We are just talking.”

“ I've heard this conversation before!” he rolls his eyes.

“Dad, there's nothing going on. At the moment we are just friends. I expect.” I completely quiet. “He's been busy this week, so we didn't have much time to talk.” I shrug, upset.

“ It's just a matter of time and letting your guard down.” I look ugly at him. “Don't make that face, you know I'm telling the truth. Luke still loves you!” the word goes through me like a shot.

I've been trying to avoid thinking about this for days. Since my first conversation with Luke, to be more specific.

“That's the problem, Marnie. Since I saw you, I try to hate you and I can't, you must know why. ”

Because he loves me! I respond mentally to the memory.

I don't know how to deal with his love for me. I can feel him emanating this in different ways, without even having to speak to me directly. The way he looks at me, reads me and cares about me. Even the space and time he's been giving me. In all of this I can see how much he loves me, and I have never seen anything like it. Stephen was never like that.

He has never been so caring and careful with me. He never looked at me like I was a rare jewel and in my few memories with Luke, he looked at me like that even when I was brushing my teeth.

“I know, Dad!” I blink quickly to ward off tears. “Well, do you have an order to leave on them?” I change the subject.

“Ah yes! Children, come here. Behave and obey your sister, she is the law! Later your mother and I will come and get you. Right?” he questions the little ones.

“Okay, dad!”

After goodbyes, I follow them into the living room, sitting on the floor. I notice the two of them looking at me very curious, as if they had never seen me. How my friends looked at me at dinner.

“Do you want to ask something?” the two look embarrassed.

“Is it true that you hit your head and don't remember anything?” Samantha asks quietly.

“Mom and Dad said it wasn't to ask!” I hold back the laugh when Kendall fights with her.

“But you're also curious.” she counters.

“But I don't want to be grounded.” he faces.

“No problem, you can ask anything you want. I promise I won't tell them.” I put an end to the discussion.

“So it is true?” Kendall looks at me with wide eyes.

“Yeah! I had an accident and hit my head, right here.” I show the point, still feeling a little sore. “And I forgot some things.”

“You forgot about us, right? That's what Mom said.” my sister looks upset.

“Unfortunately, yes, but I will remember everything, I just need time and patience.”

“But if you hit your head and forgot, don't you just hit again to remember?” my brother asks.

I tip my head to the side. He was not entirely wrong. I mean, it even has a certain meaning. I bite my lip to keep from laughing, imagining that Calum, Michael, Ashton and Luke definitely would propose that.

Actually, I don't doubt that they even wanted to give me that idea, but Noah must have done away with any intention.

“I wish it was that simple, but it's a little more complicated.” he raises his eyebrows, as if he understood.

“You and Luke aren't together anymore?” Samantha continues with an upset expression.

“No my love, we decided to be alone for a while. But, it’s for a little while, we’ll be back soon.” I try to cheer her up.

“Can I ask him to marry me?” she asks shyly.

I can't control the smile seeing that my sister was my biggest rival. Really a determined competitor.

“Do you want to marry Luke?” I ask, wanting to make sure I heard correctly.

“Yes. You said that Luke is a prince and that I should marry someone like that. I like Luke a lot and I want to marry him.”

“Luke is old.” Kendall makes a face, making me laugh.

“Yes, he is! But I didn't say it.” I blink at the little boy. “Look, I will not interfere in your relationship with Luke, if he wants to marry you, fine.” I shrug. “But you will have to wait a few years for this to happen.”

“I wait!” she smiles excitedly.

“And you, Kendall? Do you want to marry one of my friends?”

“Ew! I don't like girls, they are boring.” he makes a face.

“He thinks Kiki is pretty.” Sam hands over, leading me to shout in animation.

“Do you like Kiki?” my voice comes out louder than I expected.

“You said you weren't going to tell.” he fights with the twin. “I like her hair.” he mutters under his breath, almost in a whisper, crossing his arms.

They arrived not even half an hour ago and I am already completely in love and surrendered to them.

The rest of the afternoon was much better than I expected. We cook cookies of various shapes and decorations. We watch movies. We draw. We played and finally, they blacked out on my couch.

I don't know how long I sit and admire them, wondering what it will be like when I'm a mother. In the back of my head, a voice comes, his voice.

““Do you want to have children?” his voice comes out low, like a whisper.

“I do not know. I am afraid of not being a good mother.” I reveal it in the same low tone, after a few seconds.

“You will be an amazing mother, I'm sure. You already take care of the girls!” I smile at his provocation.

“Why the question?” I ask curious.

“I dreamed of you that night. In the dream we had children, a couple. It stuck in my head.” he reveals after a while, taking me in total surprise.

“Do you want to have children?” I was not asking in general, but if he wanted to have children with me. I don't bother to explain, because I know that he will understand. After all, nobody reads me like him.

“I want!” Luke simply answers, without hesitation. ”

[...]

Saturday

“This will be a lot of work. I mean, keep it hydrated and cute like that. Are you sure, M&Ms?” Kyleen asks, looking at me through the mirror reflection.

Today would be Ash's party and I was at Kiki's house, having my five minutes of courage. Nobody knew I was here or what I was up to. Even Kyleen didn't know until I showed him the picture of what I wanted. For her I would only cut the ends.

“I know! But I also know that you're going to help me with this, aren't you?” I smile and blink my eyes quickly, in an attempt to soften her heart.

“God, I hate you! Come on, keep that image safe Miss McGonagall, as these are your last moments as a woman with brunette hair.” she disappears from sight, going to get her equipment.

I take a deep breath, recording my face well.

It's not like I want to erase this Marnie, but she is part of another moment in my life. And like the first time, where I changed radically to start another phase, now I would do the same, categorize myself by hair styles.

Marnie with long, dark hair. Naive, manipulable, shy. The one who always wanted to see others happy, even if it affected her happiness. Completely innocent of the wickedness of the world. A girl!

A Marnie with medium hair and light tips. Sassy, ​​manipulative, outgoing. The one who pushed the fuck button and lived the way she wanted. She got it wrong, she got it right, she doubted it and she learned a lot from it all. A flower blooming in chaos. A tomboy!

Now, as on a blank canvas, I draw another Marnie. A combination of all the previous ones, bringing my experiences and my certainties. Praising all my falls and the learning I took from them. A woman!

It was my rebirth. Enough! Enough trying to fit in with what I once was, I need to let live what I am.

I've been too shy, too outgoing. Too naive, too sassy. Perhaps now is the time to find the middle ground or to find another, completely different term.

My friends met me when I was leaving my worst moment and still hugged me. Again I am coming out of this and I am sure they will love this new Marnie, just as I love myself!

No more trying to fight who I want to be. After all, I only have me, I am my best friend, my best company.

“Oh my God! You looked very beautiful. We should have done this before. Wow, in that Bazaar shoot, it was going to look magnificent.” Kiki praises me, while kneading the ends of my hair. “OK, let's go!”

I close my eyes, feeling my heart explode with anxiety. When I feel the chair stop turning, I take a deep breath, wondering if I have done the right thing. My God, if this sucks, I'm going to cry!

I open my eyes and am amazed. It got really good. The hair that once hit just below my shoulders, was now at my chin. The shades of brown and caramel have been replaced by a shiny layer of rose gold. My head looks like cotton candy. But a beautiful cotton candy.

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[notbadluke]

cinderella // calum hood

this was requested but i kinda added a twist to it. might turn it into a series lmk if i should? ok enjoy ily!

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“There’s literally nowhere I’d rather go less,” I tell my friends. They’re over at my dorm because, as the daughter of a big-time entrepreneur and thus forced to be a socialite until I left for college, I have a wide range of pretty dresses. Many of which I wore with jackets because of their tightness/shortness/over-exposure of my cleavage, but they didn’t bother with jackets. After all, it is a frat party, one they desperately want me to go to. But, after 4 years of straight socializing as an introvert, I’m STILL tired, and I’d much more prefer to stay here, with no makeup and my hair in the ugliest knot, wearing sweats and reading in bed.

“One party. It’s literally one party!” Anna insists. “If you come to this party, we won’t bother you again.”

“While I appreciate the bribe-- “ I say, moving my eyes from my book to look her in the eye, “I sincerely doubt that you will ever stop bothering me.”

“Oh, come on, y/n, when is the last time you got laid? Last year?” Jade follows up. She’s braiding her hair, looking at me from the mirror.

I make a face at her.

“If you don’t come, we’re not going either.”

I shrug. “Suit yourself.”

But, after only 15 minutes of their complaints, I gave up and got dressed, just to shut them up. I put on a typical little black silk dress with spaghetti straps that hugs my shape well. I leave my hair down. It’s naturally pin straight, so I don’t style it, leaving my wispy bangs to get in my eye if they must. I have to keep at least a LITTLE of my dignity if they’re dragging to this stupid party.

And when we get there, it’s exactly what I expect. A bunch of bro-dudes in caps trying to get with girls. As soon as I step in the door, the stench of beer fills my nostrils, just as Jade and Anna disappear. So much for pulling them back to the car against their will.

I sigh, finding a spot in the living room to sit next to a timid girl being hit on by a guy. I assume he’ll leave soon enough, so I gently sit, avoiding the mystery spot on the faded green fabric. After a good 20 minutes of scrolling through social media, a shadow falls on me. I look up. A boy, a plain boy is staring at me, asking if he should get me a drink. I just nod, figuring I should at least enjoy myself a little bit. But a short minute after he leaves, I reevaluate that decision. I came here purely out of spite, not to have fun. Also, the couple next to me is making out. Damn, you put me in a frat party and I forget how to act.

I hurry to leave, spotting a door outside. I get a sudden overwhelming urge to go out there, get some air that doesn’t smell like a high school gym. 

When I finally get out there after some pushing, I immediately run into some frat boy. Frantic, I push past him, just wanting to breathe, but he apologizes. A frat boy? Apologizing? That in itself is enough to stop me.

“What?” He says, looking at me with surprise.

He’s much taller than me, with black curls and deep brown eyes, red solo cup in hand.

“Um.. nothing, I guess.”

“No one’s out there, you know.” He gestures to the back porch with his cup before taking a sip. He flinches, then sets it down on a table. “Ew.”

I ignore his second comment on the drink. “Yeah, that was... kinda the point.”

“Not your scene?” He asks. I wonder why I’m not brushing him off as easily as I did with the guy inside,  but whatever. at least Anna and Jane would be proud.

“Not really. My friends dragged me here. I go here but apparently, I don’t party enough, according to them.”

“Well, what do you do?”

I’m about to ask why he’s so interested, when the guy from earlier pops through the door, almost knocking the new guy down. But he stares this guy down, especially focused on the drink in his hand.

“Hey, mate, what are you doing with that drink?”

The old guy looks back at him as if he didn’t even notice his presence in the first place. He visibly sneers. “What’s it to you? Who are you even?”

“I’m Calum. I’m her boyfriend. So fuck out of here and about that drink... I’ll take it. Thanks.” Calum snatches the drink, waits while the old guy leaves then dumps the beer into the bushes.

“I- what?” I could’ve still used that drink now that there was someone semi-decent to drink with. Possibly more than semi-decent.

“He didn’t mix in the roofie well enough, I guess. I could see it at the top.”

Speechless, the only thing I can manage to say is, “Oh. Thanks.”

We stand there quietly for a minute before he speaks. “I’ll leave you to your party escape mission, I suppose. See you around.” 

He lingers, and I take the moment to impulsively say something. My cheeks are red as I ask, “Would you maybe want to escape with me?”

“Please, I’d love to get out of here.”

I take a breath. “Okay. We have to walk though.”

“Where do you want to go?”

We start walking, not even having a destination in mind. “I don’t know. I don’t really care.”

“Wait, there’s a McDonalds across the street I think? Are you down?” He looks over at me, his hands in his pockets, and I smile.

“Sure.”

The walk is mostly quiet, but a comfortable kind of quiet. When we walk into the McDonalds, however, it’s loud, because of two very familiar girls stumbling around trying to pay in change. “Oh my god,” I say.

I walk over to the cashier, apologizing profusely and pulling out my wallet to pay for whatever they bought. She asks me to take them outside, and I look behind me, miserably watching as Anna sits on a seat, looking green, and Jade tries to chat up Calum.

“Yeah, I got it,” I say to the cashier, walking over to Calum, completely ashamed, with a fucking McDonalds bag in my bag.

“This is Jade. That’s Anna.”

“These are the ones who pressured you into going to that party?”

“Oh, is it that obvious? I can’t imagine what tipped you off.”

He smiles at me, locking eyes. It’s a weird feeling, kind of a jolt, and if I had Anna and Jade’s alcohol levels combined in my own bloodstream I’d be immediately sober from that stare alone. “The tattoos.” He says, his voice a little lower than it was before.

“What?”

“The tattoos tipped me off.” He grabs my hand, turning it over so my wrist faces up, and I see the little heart outline tattoo that me, Jade, and Anna got together when we started college.

He was certainly paying a lot of attention.

Not knowing how to react, I just kind of stare at him before speaking up. “I should go. I should take them home.”

“What’s your name?” He asks me, my wrist still in his hand. His hold is gentle, soft, not rough at all except his fingertips. Which means he probably plays some kind of instrument.”

“Y/N,” I tell him, my voice nearing a whisper.

“Y/N. I want to see you again.”

The first thing that comes out of my mouth is, “Why?” which I realize sounds completely insecure, so I start talking again. “We didn’t even talk. Not really.”

“Well, then we can meet up and not talk again. If you want.”

I do, but I’m speechless. Coming to a frat party, this is the last thing I was expecting. And the idea of being close to someone again, after how last time turned out, is the scariest thing in the world.

“I have to go,” I whisper, releasing my hand from his hold and guiding the girls out. I called an Uber earlier when the cashier was processing the payment, just a ride back across the street so I can get to Anna’s car because I don’t really want to manage two drunk girls trying to walk across traffic. They get in the car, and before I follow, I look back one more time and see Calum watching me, locking eyes with me one more time.

I take a deep breath, then slip into the car, the ghost of his fingers around my wrist.

part 2: https://notbadluke.tumblr.com/post/184728346523/pt-2-cinderella-calum-hood

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