#gang!luke hemmings

[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

Cunning Little Minx - L.H

Pairing :- Gang!luke + f!reader

Summary :- You can’t avoid something that’s meant to be Luke!

Warnings :- None. Maybe a lil bit of angst but you can’t even see it

“What is going on?” She asked with a quivering lip hanging between her teeth. The man before her simply glanced back at her for a moment, only to look away towards the cold empty street a mere second later. “Be quiet” he mumbled, eyes still glued to the road.

She was pinned against a side of a gigantic building that’s been vandalized way too many times, sandwiched between the brick wall covered with graffiti and a body she once used to know. She didn’t get to dwell on it for too long though because shots being fired somewhere near the neighborhood, probably on the road next to the alley they were at, filled her ears causing her to flinch and nuzzle into the man before her, his arms instinctively wrapping around her in a protective way only to pull her closer to him.

Seconds pass and she’s still wrapped up against the warm body, clutching on to his black leather jacket for dear life as the smell of his strong cologne filled her nostrils. “I think they’re gone” he says in his usual rough voice, accent thick and laced with a bit of relief. Hesitantly she looks up from his chest, the place her head was rested at, to his face. She studies his face, the slope of his nose, the light stubble that spread across his jaw and the underside of his neck, the oceanic eyes that stared right back at her, the dark circles that hung between them and then the thin lips that used to scatter little affectionate pecks all over her body.

He stares back at her exactly the same way. The blue orbs scanning all over her face as if to permanently print it onto his brain. He sighs finally as he catches her stare at his lips longingly. He couldn’t blame her, because he feels the same way. He wants nothing more than to simply press his lips to hers, to feel the plump skin once again and delve on the gasp that most likely will slip past her lip. But he can’t, he has to stay away from her, has nothing to offer her than a whiff of danger that might haunt her life forever, or at least that’s what he thinks.

With all the courage he could muster up in that moment he loosens his grip on her, takes his arms away from her body and takes a good step back. “I’ll take you home” he says finally. If the only time he can be near her presence his a few minutes then he’ll take it. He’ll take whatever he can get, he’s that desperate.

She doesn’t say a word as they begin their walk. Except, she brings her hand to his and interlocks her fingers with this. He’s obviously shocked yet he doesn’t take his hand away, instead he gives a reassuring squeeze thinking that’s what she needs. But he’s wrong, he couldn’t have been more off about anything than that. She doesn’t need any kind of reassurance about her safety, he’s the most talent person around the neighborhood, she knows she’s safe when he’s there.

But she has a plan, a plan to bring them together again. She spent a few weeks without him and it sucked. Made her feel like someone took a part of her and ran away and along with that her will to live. She’s had enough now, no more games. She’s going to corner him, make sure he has nowhere to run or hide so he’s forced to face this, to face her.

“I-uh I’ll get going then” he says nervously as they near her apartment. He’s never nervous because why would he be? He’s fearless and anybody knows who tries to even think about pointing a gun at him will have to face his wrath. “Come inside, please?” She asks putting on the best innocent face, a face she knows he can’t resist. He hesitates obviously yet within five minutes he’s in her apartment, towering over her.

“Luke?” She asks waving a can of beer in front of his face. He looks confused for a moment until he says “I’m fine”. She nods placing it back and shutting the fridge. “You don’t drink” he states dumbly but she knows the hidden question. “Bought them for you” she mumbles, playing with her hands. “Oh” he replies lamely.

“Missed you” she mumbles looking up at him shyly as his breath hitch in his throat. He gulps, looking guilty “Y/N” he drawls out unable to make out a complete sentence. “Luke” she whines “Don’t leave me again. All alone”

She uses her words carefully, knowing exactly what to say to get him to put his guard down. To get him to break down the walls he had built around his heart and build them around the both of them instead. Maybe she was being selfish but she cannot go on like this. She knows there’s no other person between them, there never will be. She knows why he’s doing this, to protect her but she doesn’t need that. She needs him to be with her. That’s what’ll keep her safe. “You know why I have to” he states though anyone can see how hard it was for him to say that. “I can’t give you what you want Y/N! I-I can’t give you the kids and the dog and a house with a white picket fence! I’m not a normal guy!”

“I don’t care! Luke I don’t care about that at all! I want you that’s all. I don’t want you to change into some guy in a romcom! I need you just the way you are! Don’t you want me too?”

He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. She comes closer towards him, getting a hold of his hands and wrapping them around her body and then she looked up at him expectantly. “Of course I need you. Need you every minute of the day” he rasped, gliding his hand against her cheek, staring deep into her eyes. “Please” she mumbled weakly, getting on her tippy toes to reach his lips. He still has to bend to reach hers. He pulls her closer to his body, if that’s even possible and he locks their lips together in a passionate kiss that says all they need to say. Her fingers threaded against his blonde curls and gave firm tug here and there making Luke growl into her lips.

And when they pull apart for air she can’t stay away for too long, it’s never enough. “Greedy girl” he said against her lips but allowed her to take what she wants. How can he ever deny her when he’s been dreaming about this situation since the beginning of the month? She has him on some kind of a spell that’s for sure. He can never say no to her.

He opens his eyes to see that her eyelids are still closed as she’s clinging onto his leather jacket. He couldn’t stop the smile that crept up his face. He kissed the top of her head as she buried her face on his chest. Luke took a deep breath inhaling the smell of her berry shampoo. They both knew in that moment that he’s never letting go when those words left his lips “My cunning little minx”.

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[bratzforchris]

Love Me Harder

In which a ruthless, violent gang member meets the innocent girl from his past ♡

Author's note: hello everyone and welcome to Love Me Harder! This will be a multiple part work and I am so so so excited to expand on it. Thank you for all your support!

Warnings: alcohol/drug use, violence, weapons, sexual/mature content, stalking, mental health

Prologue

Never in all her twenty-three years of life did Melody think she would be the girl that got abandoned outside of a dive bar. She'd never been a girl that every boy wanted, but she had also never been a girl that got ditched randomly.

The strawberry-blond huffed, angrily trying to click her phone open to check the time, only to see that it was dead. Melody sighed and shoved it into her coat pocket, blowing out a curl of air towards the midnight January sky. Looking around proved that most people were still inside the bar, enjoying New Year's Eve, or rather, Day at this point. The only person she saw was a tall figure leaning against the side of the building under the sign that displayed 'No Loitering' in big letters.

He'd been here since she came out. The girl knew she should feel scared, or at least uneasy, but he hadn't bothered her. He'd been content to chainsmoke, looking out at the street with a dead gaze. Part of Melody was urging her to go up to the man and ask for his phone to at least make a call, but the other part of her told her to stay away. Even though he didn't seem dangerous, he very well could be.

Before long, the need for warmth overpowered the need to feel safe. Melody crept over to the man, waiting until he finally looked her way. He was shockingly beautiful with blond curls and piercing blue eyes, even in the dark.

"Excuse me, sir? I hate to ask you, but can I borrow your phone?" she asked tentatively, but with an air of sweetness.

"Hey sweetheart." the man grinned.

"Luke?" Melody nearly gasped.

"Who the fuck are you? Do I know you?" he spat.

"You don't remember me?" she asked rather sadly.

Melody didn't know why he would remember her, but the small part of her that was still sweetly naive believed that Luke thought about her sometimes the way she thought about him. She had tried to help him, she really had. But damned souls can't be saved from their fate.

"I know every corner of this city, darlin'. I don't have time to memorize every little innocent redhead that, let me guess," Luke paused to look her up and down. "Got broken up with."

"I...I thought you were..." Melody trailed off, not wanting to be rude, especially not before the blond followed through with the favor she was asking.

"You can say it." Luke said, taking a puff of his cigarette, before throwing it to the concrete and putting it out with his boot.

"...in prison?" she whispered softly.

"Got out last year."

"Do you really not remember me?" the girl asked.

Luke looked at her with those blue eyes that could cut through stone. He still dressed the exact same way he did in high school. Black shirt, black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and black, leather combat boots. Melody could still his tattoos peeking out of the collar of his shirt and the ones behind his ears when his hair would move. She remembered some of the older ones, but it was clear that many had been added, done both by professional artists and by street artists.

"I didn't forget about you." the blond said, not fully answering the question.

Melody looked up at skyline of New York City, wondering what to say next. She didn't want to make Luke mad, but it was cold and she needed to get home. Besides, this wasn't the same boy from six years ago. The streets had hardened him and made him cruel and calculating.

"Can I just use your phone?" she asked him.

"No." Luke said flatly.

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"I need to get home..." she had vowed she wouldn't cry, but Melody's eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

"I can take you there. Best I can do." Luke shrugged.

"I dunno..."

"Are you scared of me?" the blond asked, turning to her with almost a wolflike smirk on his face. "Scared I'll get you involved in my big, bad crimes?"

[discalmnected]

Bloodhound is the sexiest song on 5sos5 but some of you aren’t ready for that conversation

[plushyluke]

pls this is so sweet

[5sosghostwriter]

Vigilante ∆ Luke Hemmings A.U.

VigilanteCal!

On wattpad now

[suchalonelysunflower]

Sinners and Saints (a.i)

Y/N Hemmings is the daughter of one of the most famous mafia bosses in the country. But after one bad job, her brother Jack is killed and Luke is nowhere to be found. Desperate, Y/N defies her family and goes to the rival mafia boss, Ashton Irwin, looking for help since no one is doing anything to find Luke. He accepts with only one condition: She has to stay with them in their compound and work for Ashton even after they find her brother. And, against her better judgement, she accepts cause after all, no one wins in a game filled with sinners and saints.

“Don’t blame me for what you made me do”

Pairing: Mafia! Ashton Irwin x Fem! Reader

Content warnings: Violence, guns, blood, murder, domestic abuse, drugs, alcohol, torture, smut (explicit), language, conspiracies, verbal abuse, physical abuse, suicide, gangs, death, kidnapping. Among others

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Chapter One: Den of Vipers

Chapter Two: Villain

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The audacity this man has

[tbyfandoms]

Double Life | Luke Hemmings x Reader

Pairing: gangmember!luke hemmings x f!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: when y/n comes home early, she has a run in with her longterm boyfriend that leaves her questioning everything and wondering who exactly it is she’s in a relationship with (requested)

Warnings: depictions of violence, swearing, angst

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: my first ever ‘gang themed’ fic and i’m a little nervous about it. i’ve never written something like this before, but for the most part i think it turned out ok! this is also one of my first ever requests, so hopefully the user who requested likes it! i’ve also been working on loads of other fics so if this one isn’t for you, don’t worry, others are coming! also, can we just talk about the fact how both of my luke fics are angsty? lmao I swear I'll write a fluff piece for this man soon. anyways, enjoy and lmk what you think :)

The moment you step into the house, you can tell something is off.

There’s this rumbling coming from the floor, it’s not extreme and only happens every few minutes so you know it’s not an earthquake, but it’s definitely suspicious. You feel like you can hear yelling as well, but it’s mumbled and sounds distant.

You’re not even supposed to be home right now. If it was like any other day, you’d still be at work until at least the late evening. There was an emergency, though, no one was hurt, but everyone got sent home early.

On your way home, you had called your boyfriend, Luke, but he didn’t pick up. You just figured he was with the band or working on something, but now you wish he had picked up because the yelling is getting louder and you’re pretty sure it’s coming from inside the house.

The smart thing to do would be to leave the house, call the police, and stay safe inside your car until they got here. Instead, you succumb to the urge of checking things out for yourself. Maybe Luke has the guys over and they’re just messing around like they always do.

You reflect back to when you pulled up to the house. There’s no other cars out there except yours. Maybe the guys got Ubers here? Jesus, you think, I’m grasping at straws at this point.

Inching your way to the back of the house, you strain your ears to try and make out the yelling. It sounds like there’s multiple voices, each one screaming over the other. Your heart rate picks up as the floor begins to shake again and the yelling becomes louder the closer your get to the basement door.

You never, ever go down there. When you and Luke bought the house it surprised you that there even was a basement. Majority of California homes didn’t have them, especially the ones in the hills.

It’s not like there’s anything down there, everything you need is either on the first floor or the second. The fact the space isn’t even finished is what prevented you from ever turning it into anything either. This first time you went down there was the last time. It was cold, dark, and gave you bad vibes in general, definitely not a place you’d willingly spend time.

Taking a peek around the corner, you notice the basement door is slightly ajar. The sight makes your heart rate skyrocket. There’s someone inside the house. It’s most certainly time to abort this mission and call the cops, now.

Taking several steps back to try and get out of here, you stop when a familiar voice makes it’s way to your ears. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A scoff follows the sentence and your nerves drastically settle when you realize who it belongs to.

Luke! Who in the world knows why he’d be in the basement, but thankfully it isn’t some burglars. You wonder what he’s doing down there…

Opening the door, you start to make your way down the steep steps. Holding onto the railing, you nearly fall down the stairs when the rumbling starts up again, and so does the yelling.

“You son of a bitch you better answer me right now! Or I’ll show you just how angry I can get!” You watch in horror as your boyfriend of three years throws a punch at some guy tied to a beam in the middle of your basement. The moment Luke’s hand connects with the guy’s face, it causes his head to fly back into the beam. Your blood runs cold as you realize that’s what the rumbling feeling in the floor was.

“Luke?” It comes out like a gasp and suddenly every head in the room snaps towards you. Luke’s shaking out his hand when he turns towards you. You’ve never seen him so angry, so violent. His features soften when he realizes it’s you.

“Y/N? W-What are you doing home? You’re supposed to be at work.” From your place at the bottom of the stairs you can see the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. You’ve caught him off guard, you’re not supposed to be seeing this, not supposed to know.

You feel like you’re gonna be sick.

“I got off work early, there was an emergency, I tried to call you,” you reply weakly. When you go to speak again, it comes out like a whisper. “What’s going on?”

Looking around, you take in the three other men in the room. Two of them who you recognize immediately, guards the boys have for the band, and the other is the guy tied to the beam. Your skin crawls when you get a good look at the apparent hostage. His face is beaten and bloody, the bodily fluid trickling down his face and onto his shirt, small pants coming from his mouth.

“It’s nothing to worry about, just go back upstairs and I’ll be with you in a minute.” Luke’s voice is clipped, it’s formal and affirmative. You’ve never heard him speak like that before, and what the hell is that supposed to mean? I’ll be with you in a minute? What is this, a business office?

“Nothing to worry about? How am I supposed to not worry when my boyfriend is beating the shit out of some guy in our house!?” You’re yelling at this point, fear and anger bubbling up your chest. How could he do this? “What is it you’re not telling me? You better start explaining yourself, Luke or I swear to God.”

The blonde rushes over to you, determination and concern mixed in his eyes. He reaches out to grab your hand, but the minute he touches you you shake him off, tears prickling in your eyes as you notice the cuts and bruises littering his knuckles.

“Y/N, I promise I’ll explain everything to you, I just need a minute.”

An exasperated laugh leaves your lips. “What, so you can finish him off?” You shake your head and look the Aussie right in the eyes as you say, “Who even are you?”

Rushing back up the stairs, you let the tears fall freely. Never in your life have you felt so confused, shocked, and angry. You think over every possible explanation as to what can be going on right now, but nothing justifies it, nothing excuses the violent actions the man you love has taken part in.

It's not long before Luke is barreling up the stairs after you. He wasted no time in telling the other men what to do with the, apparently useless, insider. He clearly wasn't gonna talk so there's no need to keep him holed up any longer, Luke would get what he needed another way. Right now all he wanted to do was talk to you, try to explain. He knows instantly it's not gonna go well, but he hopes to God he can somehow fix this, somehow not lose you. Please.

"Y/N, hold on, just wait a second." Luke meets up with you in the living room, you lightly pace back and forth, not caring about the tears dripping onto your shirt.

His voice halts your movements, you turn towards him, confusion and disbelief written all over your face. "Tell me everything, now." You have no patience anymore, you need answers and you need them now.

The blonde raises his hands in defense, but his act to try and calm you only heightens your anxiety as you get a really good look at his hands now. Dried blood you know doesn't belong to him runs down the creases in his palms, the bruising so much more evident now that you're in a lit area.

"I'll tell you everything, but I need you to trust me and trust that what I'm telling you is the truth, okay?" Luke looks at you with those big blues eyes and in that instant it's so hard not to trust him, so hard not to just break down in his arms and try to forget the nightmare you just walked in on, but you can't and you won't.

"Just start talking, please," you say, it almost sounds like you're begging at this point. You just can't wrap your mind around this, nor do you really want to, but you know you have to.

"I'm in a gang, Y/N." The Australian native drops his hands to his sides, looking at you with a soft but serious expression.

The laugh escapes your lips before you can even think about stopping it. "A gang? Really, Luke? You're kidding me, right?"

"I'm being serious, I told you you had to trust that what I'm telling you is the truth." You scoff and shake your head, this is ridiculous.

"You seriously expect me to believe that? You're in a band, Luke! One of the biggest ones out there, might I add. You couldn't possibly be in a gang, you're lying to me."

"I'm not lying! I'm telling you the truth, I swear. I'm in a gang and I have been for a long time. Before I even met you I was in it," Luke sighs, looking away from you before returning his gaze. "I've been in the gang as long as I've been in the band."

It takes a moment for it to click in your mind. If Luke's been in a gang as long as he's been in the band that means...

"Are the other guys in on this with you?" Luke nods curtly, his gaze hard at the realization everything's reached a fever pitch. This is happening and there's no turning back. "Oh my god."

Nearly doubling over, short gasps make their way between you lips. Your head spins at the fact not only has your boyfriend been keeping something so incredibly consequential a secret from you, but so have three of the most important people in your life.

"I'm sorry this is how you had to find out. I wanted to tell you when we got more serious as a couple, but I couldn't, for your own safety."

"For my own safety!? Luke, what the hell!? If anything you put me in more danger by not telling me!" You run your hands through your hair as you let out a frustrated groan. "How did you even get in a gang? You mean to tell me when you started this band, when you were fifteen years old, you also joined a gang?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you! I know it sounds insane, but it's the truth! I told you how we didn't have any money when we started, our families couldn't help with everything we needed, so we looked into alternatives to help us keep the band going."

"So instead of getting jobs at a grocery store you went and joined a gang!?" Your voice is rising as the minutes go by, the anger and betrayal being the only thing keeping you going at this point.

"It wasn't supposed to be forever, okay!? Ashton was older than us, he went to school with different people. Some of them reached out to him and gave him an offer for us we couldn't refuse. We needed that money, Y/N. It was just petty stuff we had to do, no big deal!"

"No big deal? I don't think you can call torturing someone in our home, no big deal, Luke!" Luke is getting frustrated now, he's trying to explain it to you in a way he'd think you'd understand. He knows it's a lot to take in, but it's who he is, this is part of him, and he wants you to grasp that fact.

"It wasn't like that in the beginning. I'm telling you the truth when I say it was just small stuff we had to do. They understood our situation and didn't force us to do anything insane."

"Okay, if they were so understanding, why didn't you guys leave when the band got big? I know for a fact once you guys took off you could afford to fend for yourselves. Why stay and object yourselves to stuff like that when you knew the risks, knew you had a fanbase full of teenage girls that could easily get wrapped up in something like that if the wrong person came after you!"

"It's not that simple! Once you get in, it's really hard to get back out. We knew that when we joined and we've been doing just fine with it ever since. Nothing has ever happened that would put someone involved with us in danger, but to make sure, only the people that need to know about the gang, know. I know you saw the two security guards, they're part of the gang too, they just present themselves as our band security but they're really there to ensure everything is safe and to handle anything we need if something happens."

"Luke, you're saying all of this as if it somehow makes it better! Nothing about being in a gang is safe and it shocks me you're so sure it is. I don't care how hard it is, you and the other guys shouldn't be involved!" You can see the anger building in Luke's eyes, as you're sure he can see it building in yours.

"You don't understand and it's obvious you never will! I get it, you're probably scared, but you shouldn't be! You're safer than you think-"

Cutting him off immediately with a sharp scoff you say, "I shouldn't be scared? Please, tell me how I shouldn't be scared of coming home to find my boyfriend beating on a man in our house!"

"I'm sorry you saw that, you weren't supposed to! I've never brought people like that to our house before now. Things just got out of hand and we had to move fast so I brought him here in order to be in control of the environment, it won't happen again."

"You're damn right it won't happen again because you're leaving the gang!" Your voice echoes off the walls in the living room, your distress evident in every word.

Luke pulls at his curls, trying to keep his emotions in check, but it's getting increasingly difficult. You both are beginning to lose it. This is definitely not turning out how Luke had hoped.

"I'm not leaving the gang!"

"Why not!? Why are you so attached to this!? I know there has to be a way to get out of it, nothing is impossible! I don't understand why-"

"Because I'm the goddamn leader!" The blonde's voice practically rattles the walls around you, the admission sucking the air right out of your lungs.

"You're the leader of a gang?" You stare at your boyfriend with utter disbelief, tears prickling your eyes and your skin burning. "We've been together for over three years and I'm just now finding out that you're not just a member, but the leader of a fucking gang!?"

You're shaking your head, not wanting to believe any of this. Wanting so desperately to go back to being in ignorant bliss to everything that's just happened. "I'm sorry it took so long, but I told you why it had to be like this. I'm not leaving the gang and that's final. Over the years the original leader took notice in me and once it was his time to step down, I was his first choice as his replacement. I’ve been the leader for a while now and I have a responsibility, I have people and things to look after. This is important to me!"

The anger between you both seems to continuously deflate and swell. Each confession leaving room for a moment of dissipated anger, only for it to rise once more. Your eyes widen at Luke's comment, fury boiling under the surface of your skin in an instant.

"And am I no longer one of those important people!? What about me, Luke!? What about your family!? Those are the people you should be looking after! Not criminals who probably wouldn't hesitate to hurt you if it wasn't for your status!"

"Don't you dare try and flip this! I never said I didn't care about you or my family!" Luke takes several steps closer to you and you don't even think for a second about backing down. "I love you and I always have! It's not fair of you to try and diminish that!"

"Really, Luke!? Because it's pretty damn hard to tell right about now! I don't know what to believe anymore, it's like you're living some, some double life!" The tears are rolling rapidly down your face but they do nothing to cool your rising temper.

The blonde's eyes are filled with an emotion you've never witnessed from him before. His face is red and his lips are set in a straight line. You've never seen him like this, hoped you never would. He's such a different person right now, it makes you dizzy.

"That's the way it's supposed to be! How many fucking times-!" Luke raises his hand to try and annunciate his point, but the movement startles you, images of his hand raising to hit the man downstairs flashing in your mind.

You're frozen in your spot, blood running cold, nothing but fear running through your body. Luke stops talking, yelling, immediately. His eyes flash from his raised hand to your frightened expression. He notices the glossiness in your eyes, your rigid shoulders.

What's happening registers instantly in Luke's head. You thought he was going to hit you.

"Baby-," Luke croaks out, his voice weak. He continues, but it's at a whisper. "Did you, did you think I was going to hit you?"

Your silence is enough of an answer for the man before you. His eyes fill with tears, the anger and frustration leaving his body almost as quickly as it entered. "Y/N, I would never hurt you, I swear."

He reaches out towards you, wanting to embrace you and let you know just how much you mean to him, but you take a step back, turning your head away from his approaching hands.

"I-I need some time alone." It's barely a whisper, but Luke hears you and understands. His heart shatters at how he's made you feel, how he's handled this. "Please just let me be alone for a while."

Out of the corner of your eye you see Luke nod slightly. You waste no time in walking away from him, practically running up the stairs to your room.

When you walk in, you close the door and lock it. The action happens almost like an instinct and it causes your heart to break even more than it already was. How could it take less than an hour for your whole perspective to change on the man you love? How could it take less than an hour to become scared of the man you share this very room with...

Choked sobs erupt from your throat as you fling yourself onto your bed, burying your face in the pillows, wishing with everything you've got that you could start this whole day over and prevent any of this from even happening.

*****

It's been hours since your argument with Luke. The house is still, quiet. You heard his footsteps outside the bedroom door earlier, could practically hear the thoughts inside his head of if he should knock or not. He ended up walking away and it confused the hell out of you that you simultaneously were relieved and sad he had.

Your head and throat hurts, no doubt from all the crying and screaming earlier. Your eyes are puffy and you quickly gave up on trying to make yourself look presentable.

A little over an hour ago you called one of your best friends, you decided it was best to get away for a few days, try to clear your head and think all of this over. It's going to be hard just leaving like this, leaving Luke, but you don't know what else to do. You need to get away for a while, from all this, from Luke...

Taking your suitcase off the bed and putting it on the floor, you grab the last of your things and walk to the door. You take a deep breath before slowly unlocking and then opening it.

The hallway is empty, but now you can hear the light strumming of a guitar you couldn't hear before coming from downstairs. You can't help the small smile that graces your lips. You've always loved that sound, Luke playing random songs or ones he's working on. You feel a tiny squeeze on your heart as you go to make your way down the stairs.

You know the moment Luke notices you because suddenly the music stops and it's followed by shuffling as he gets up to make his way towards you. Using what little strength you have left, you look up and take him in. He's got a fresh set of clothes on, his hair is slightly damp, and you notice his hands are no longer caked in blood. He must've cleaned up in the guest room when you were holed up in your shared bedroom. You swallow the lump in your throat before it has a chance to grow.

"Hey," Luke says lightly. You can tell he's scared to make any sudden movements, to frighten you or cross a line.

"Hey," you reply. You watch as blue eyes trail swiftly over your luggage, can see the sadness that fills them when they reach your own again. "I'm gonna go stay at Y/F/N's for a bit."

Nodding his head, Luke gives you a small smile. He understands your need to get away, he would want to as well if roles were reversed. He feels like an idiot and wants to take it all back and start over, but he knows he can't.

"I really am sorry about everything, Y/N. I made such a mess of everything and I know I can't take any of it back. I hope you know that I truly would never, ever hit you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did." The sincerity in Luke's voice is evident, you can tell he means what he's saying.

"I-I know, Luke. I'm sorry too." Luke rushes towards you but stops dead in his tracks when he realizes it, knowing you could still be scared even if you're saying you know he wouldn't hurt you.

"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. This is on me, I did this to us. I should've told you. You're the most important person in the world to me and keeping something like that from you, even if I thought it was the right thing, was wrong. I understand why you feel the need to leave and I want you to know that you can take all the time you need. I'll be here for you, always." The Aussie takes a hesitant step towards you and at no sign of discomfort, he slowly reaches out and cups your face with his palms. "I love you so much."

Tears sting your eyes once more, but you do your best to blink them away. Taking an unsteady breath you say, "Somehow, I still love you too." A weak laugh mixed with a sob comes from Luke and the sight and sound nearly breaks you. You give him a small smile as you lightly place your hand on his chest.

Luke leans down, his lips brushing against yours and you make no move to turn him away. The moment you two connect, you feel yourself melting into him instantly. No matter how upset and heartbroken you are over everything, it still hasn't changed the way this man makes you feel when he kisses you.

It takes everything in you to pull away, but you do it. Luke leans his forehead on yours and you revel in it for a minute, not wanting to leave his warm embrace, but you have to. You need to take a few days, so you step back and grab the handle of your suitcase.

Turning towards the front door, you open it and begin to step outside. Before you can close the door behind you, you take one last look at your boyfriend, at this man you thought you knew everything about but now feel a little clueless over, this man you can't believe you still love with your whole heart.

"Goodbye, Luke."

[abditoryhq]

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hi everyone ! can you believe it's almost the weekend already? i'm itching to stir up some spicy updates on the gossip blog, so get those sideblogs sizzling for a chance to be featured ! in the meantime, i'll be keeping an eye on the main hub for any reserves, apps or requests you want to throw my way. we have a neat lil gang here but you know what would take it to the next level? the rest of twice obviously and ayo edebiri, havana rose liu, nicholas galitzine, tinashe, billie eilish, jisoo, austin butler, florence pugh, becky g, daisy edgar jones, ethel cain, clairo, luke hemmings, calum hood and more idols + original characters !

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Top!Michael Masterlist

Ash is on the floor (ao3) - tinyglitterrose OT4 M, 4k

Summary: "Are you hard?", Luke asked bluntly and immediately he had the attention of three australians.

Play it cool, just play if off, Ashton thought to himself, as if he was not panicking right now.

"No? What the fuck, Luke?", he tried to sound arrogant and even rolled his eyes at the blonde, but the other man wasn't having it.

"No, no, you're hard, I saw that", then he giggled, "You have a boner, Ashy, I saw it"

Ashton shook his head violently, but Calum interrupted him before he could object again: "Do you really?"

--- basically an Ashton centered foursome with plot.

Certain That I’m Yours (ao3) - K_CALM_N Michael/Calum E, 4k

Summary: Michael feels guilty after taking Calum’s virginity and doesn’t want to fuck him in case he hurts him again. Calum doesn’t agree with this so he figures out a way to get Michael to fuck him.

Don't Stop (ao3) - King (Setaeru) Michael/Luke E, 1k

Summary: "Want me to fuck you?" Michael asked huskily, licking his ear before biting the lobe. Luke groaned, cock slowly swelling between his legs "Answer me!" He growled, pulling Luke's hair and making him whimper.

"Yes! Fuck, yes," he said quickly. "Please fuck me. Fuck me raw."

For a Good Time, Call (ao3) - xdistorted_cliffordx Michael/Calum M, 40k

Summary: Michael was looking for a good time, not a relationship.

Grabby Hands (ao3) - antisocialhood Calum/Ashton, Michael/Luke/Ashton N/R, 7k

Summary: Ashton likes wearing big sweaters, curling up with his daddy and sucking him off while they watch TV, and sometimes Calum likes to treat his princess to something special.

Honey I'm Good (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance Michael/Luke E, 2k

Summary: When two strangers meet in a foreign city and let their bodies do the talking, things are bound to happen. Will Michael let that blonde guy with beautiful blue eyes lure him or will he resist?

I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck. (ao3) - hemmingskfc Michael/Luke N/R, 2k

Summary: the one where Michael and Luke meet a party and end up fucking loudly.

It's a hell of a feeling though (ao3) - thenewbrokenscene Michael/Luke M, 58k

Summary: [AU, actor/model Luke and musician Michael]

After a recent scandal and the subsequent publicity nightmare, Luke Hemmings doesn't need any more trouble. He's just trying to enjoy his best friend's birthday party. But who the fuck invited Michael Clifford?

Maybe You Should Stay (ao3) - pilotmikey michael/luke M, 7k

Summary: Luke is sick and Michael feels like home.

My Little Hem Hem: Muke (ao3) - 5sosquiff Michael/Luke N/R, 3k

Summary: "So empty."

Princess (ao3) - K_CALM_N Michael/Calum E, 3k

Summary: Calum is short and gets shit for it but Michael always makes him feel better.

Rollercoaster Ride (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance OT4 E, 3k

Summary: Michael came up with the craziest idea to end their tour; an idea, which he knew Luke would love. Calum had already agreed but there was one problem, Ashton was still reluctant. All he had to do was to convince the stubborn drummer, something he knew he would manage to do easily, and they would end up having the greatest end-of-tour party.

Saturday (ao3) - Tshaye Michael/Calum E, 1k

Summary: Calum just wants to study like every other Saturday, but Michael, the boy who always sits with him, has other ideas.

say you want me and dont be nice (send those shivers running down my spine) (ao3) - orphan_account Michael/Calum N/R, 5k

Summary: :+: Calum and Michael are in gangs, and when Calum gets slightly turned on by the gun in Michael's hands, things get dirty :+:

Throw my Heart into a Blender just to pour it Out to You (ao3) - fivesecondsofmae Michael/Ashton E, 2k

Summary: All Michael needs is the company of his boyfriend Ashton. MASHTON smut. :)

Two, Two, Four (ao3) - orphan_account OT4 N/R, 9k

Summary: “So, let me get this straight. You…want to have a foursome…tonight?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow at Calum.

or the one where Calum and Luke seduce their boys into a foursome.

[astrid19202]

Hi Everyone! Sorry I haven’t updated in a little while but I hope this makes up for it, it’s a tad long but I figured a slight story to it would be nice? I hope so.

Luke Hemmings was an enigma.

A beautiful and daunting enigma that made your thighs push together and head dizzy.

Your heart beating faster with every look of his pretty blue eyes. 

Every time you tried to avoid him, both his presence and the mere thought in your mind, he would creep through the shadows and wrap you up in his darkness. 

Though deep down, you didn’t care. In fact, you absolutely adored it, adored him. You loved him.

And interestingly enough, he felt the same way. He was utterly and completely in love with you even though it took both his stupid ego and broken pieces to stitch together the truth.

The innocence and power you held over him was almost pathetic, but he could care less anymore. 

But unfortunately for him, he’d fucked up.

After harsh words that sliced through your heart from the last encounter you two had, that being 9 months ago, he’d stupidly let you walk out the door.

Now, all he felt was regret and anger as he held the wedding invitation he stole from your friends mailbox between his fingers.

The title reading, “Your invited to Y/N and Mark’s wedding!” In curvy scripture, both your signatures at the bottom alongside the date and time.

Throwing the invitation to the ground and pulling out his gun, he shot bullets through it until he couldn’t see it anymore and only small white ripped pieces of paper were left. 

Upon hearing the gun shots, Michael, Calum and Ashton bursted through his office door, guns in their hands and ready for action. Fully prepared for another casual shoot out with another gang attempting to kill their boss. It was like nothing to them at this point.

However, instead of seeing dead bodies piled around Luke’s office and their leader ready to be killed by Luke before they could question him further, they found him standing there furious and alone.

“Dude what the fuck we thought something was wrong”

“Yea what are you shooting at?”

“God I hope you didn’t kill anyone downstairs”-

“Shut the fuck up!” He shouted while putting his gun back in its hostler and ran his fingers through his golden hair.

“We have a new mission this weekend boys” He spoke as he wrote down the location he memorized and handed it to Calum.

“Thirteenth chapel in San Fransisco?” He read off.

“What’s in San Francisco?” Michael looked up.

Folding his arms together as he walked towards the balcony overlooking Los Angeles, the bright scenery in no comparison to the burning in his heart as he spoke out, “Y/N”.

Shocked overtook their faces when hearing your name, but before they could interject Luke turned towards them, a smirk now overlaying his features as he took his lip ring between his teeth.

“Get your ties and suits together boys, we have a wedding to crash”

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Truth be told, and as bad as it sounded, you didn’t want to marry Mark.

After 3 months of wallowing in misery from what happened between you and Luke, your mothers friend Betty introduced you to her son Mark and he became became the new man in your life. Though unbeknownst to you, he wasn’t a good person and cheated on you multiple times than could be counted.

However, through his sickeningly sweet persona and fake attitude, it appeared that he was someone who led you out the rain clouds Luke had left you in. 

But you didn’t love him, and everything was happening so fast.

His and your mother threw a party one day, after you and Mark had been seeing each other for 6 months. It turned out to be an engagement party, even though no proposal had been made. Between all the congratulations and smiling faces, you didn’t say no.

They began the talk of what your future would hold; stability. Something Luke never mentioned to give you, despite him thinking of it 24/7, a future with the two of you in it. Even a baby, that he pictured would have your hair and maybe his eyes. A big house, and only love following along until death did you part. But he was scared, and didn’t tell you sooner. 

Now at the church, looking in the full length mirror, your gown hugged your curves and the white color contrasted your skin perfectly. This was suppose to be a happy occasion, but inside you felt nothing. Nothing but numbness.

“I knew you’d look beautiful sweetheart but god damn” 

The familiar husky voice of none other than Luke Hemmings filled the small room sending a shiver down your spine.

Taking a deep breathe to hold your composure, you looked up at him. 

There he was, in all in his glory, really in front of you. Classed in a red suit that contrasted with his black shirt underneath that was unbuttoned, showing a thick chain around his neck. His nails were painted red to match, silver thick rings wrapped around his fingers.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned quietly as you could since your family and other guest were just outside.

“Honey, did you really think I’d let you get married to someone that isn’t me?” He laughed as he took a step closer to you with each word until your back hit the wall behind you. 

“You can’t do this to me, not now. Don’t you remember? What you said-“

Grasping your jaw in his hand making you stop speaking, your chin lifted as he made you look him in the eyes. He wanted you to see the sincerity and not just hear it.

“Please just forget about what I said, I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong baby, and all these months all I could think about was you. I’m so sorry. I hurt you, I know I did. I was a coward and an idiot for letting you walk away but fuck I am not letting you go. Not like this, your mine. I love you so much angel” He thumb rubbed at your bottom lip, the soft pink flesh bouncing back as he let it go and looked at your delicate face. “Just let me live the rest of my life loving you and I promise I’ll give you everything that you need” 

Tears pooled in your eyes. He was telling the truth, if there was one thing he never was to you was a liar. 

Nodding your head, he sighed and pressed his mouth to yours kissing you. 

Before you knew it his tongue pushed past your lips as his large hands grasped your waist and guided you closer to the wall.

You moaned into his mouth and wandered your fingers up into his hair gripping it.

“Looking so pretty in this gown baby, gonna marry you in it instead of that bastard” He dipped his head down and kissed at your neck, leaving soft bruises into your skin.

“L-Luke” You whimpered as he pushed the straps of your dress off your shoulders and it pooled underneath your chest, letting your breasts free out the confines.

“Who’d he think he was huh?” He grunted as he grasped your tits and sucked at your right nipple, lapping the bud with his tongue and watching your head tilt back as he smirked. 

“Trying to marry my girl, I’ll show everybody who’s girl you are right now” He pressed as one of his hands pushed underneath your skirt and into your panties. His mouthed continued to suck at your breasts, moving back and forth between each nub and sucking harder each time. 

His thumb went into your pussy, gathering the wetness that began to pool when he kissed you the first time. Then he pulled it out before you could complain and rubbed at your swollen clit harshly.

You bit your bottom lip to hold in any noise, but Luke had other plans as he leaned up and kissed you, pulling your lip out from between your teeth. 

Looking down at you with lustful blue eyes, he said “Don’t you dare hide your sounds, I wanna hear you”.

“Please don’t tease me” You begged, it’d been so long since you felt this much pleasure and only he could make you feel this way. 

“I won’t, I’m gonna give you everything you need and more” He smirked.

Lifting you up, he sat you down on a nearby table then got down on his knees in front of you.

Taking a knife out his front pocket, he cut right down the middle of your gown making a nice curtain space for his head to slip between your thighs. 

His lips nipped at the inside of your legs, up and up as he grasped them in his hands. Taking the edge of the knife, he guided it along with his mouth, and cut the band of your underwear that settled at your side making it fall down.

Quickly, Luke pushed his face between your thighs and sucked at your clit making you cry out.

Mumbling against your center, he said “hold onto my hair baby” and you did. Grasping his pretty locks in your hands as he drunk at your wetness. 

“Taste so fucking good, your so wet for me too huh? Can’t wait to fuck you” He swore before dipping his tongue in and out of you.

His words made you wetter, thinking about him above you and thrusting in and out. His head tilted back and taking you while everyone waited for you walk down the aisle, but instead you were being fucked down the hallway.

Pulling your thighs apart more he lifted them onto his shoulders to give you stability and moved his hands up as he held your breasts in his hands as he ate you out. 

Your back arched, “O-oh Luke” You whined out.

Luke groaned into your pussy as you said his name, he rubbed at your nipples with his fingers stimulating your orgasm. His cock was aching, it’s been so long since he had you and now that he was he was on cloud nine. Images flashed his mind of the many positions he wanted to get you into, bent over, riding him, face down, anything and everything. He loved making you feel good, especially how beautiful you looked as he did so. 

Grinding your hips into his mouth, you tugged at the ends of his hair as he harshly sucked at your clit one last time before you exploded. 

Whimpers escaped your pouty lips, eyes fluttering shut as your head fell down while you finished.

But before you could gather yourself, you felt Luke’s presence standing above you as he lifted your head up by your chin.

“Ready for me baby?” He kissed your nose with a cocky smile, showing off his straight white teeth.

“Mhmm” You let out as best you could, your previous orgasm still settling beneath you.

Luke hand made home again between your thighs, taking no second more as his pointer and middle finger pushed in and the out of you. Your favorite ring of his brushed your clit just slightly making you moan as you grasped his suit jacket. 

“Words angel, I need you tell me what you want” He smiled watching you fall apart all over again. His other hand wrapped around your throat, providing a slight pressure making you gasp out as he guided you into him. 

“Please fuck me Lu, need your cock so bad” You spread your legs as you looked up at him fully this time. 

“Such a slut for me baby, begging me to fuck you with everyone outside. I love you so much” He kissed you again as he undid his trousers. 

“I love you more” You panted as you both pulled away and started leaving kisses at his jaw and neck, sucking your own marks onto his skin. 

The big bad mafia boss blushed slightly at your words and the way you sweetly kissed him, even when he was about to fuck your brains out. 

Shaking his head, he pulled you to your feet and turned you around making you lean over the table and face the large mirror that displayed in front you both. 

Grasping your hair in one hand, he made you look at him through the reflection and groped at your breasts with his other.

“Watch how pretty you look when I fuck you” He whispered into your ear and lifted your gown from behind you, displaying your ass in front of him.

Biting his lip ring, he slapped your right cheek hard making you moan and raise your ass towards him more. 

“Such” Spank

“A fucking ” Spank

“Good Girl” Spank

His rings left marks on each of your cheeks making both of you flush. 

Before you could beg any further Luke guided his tip to your entrance and shoved his cock into you making you double over slightly into the table. 

His brows furrowed as he bit his lip and titled his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he took your hips in his hands, pelvis hitting against your ass as he fucked you.

“Luke!“ You moaned out, not caring if anyone heard you at this point.

“Yea that’s it, say my name while I fuck this sweet pussy of yours” He moans back feeling your wet walls wrap around him. 

He couldn’t stop himself from gripping your waist harder, guiding you back and forth onto his cock as you took him. 

The table began moving further up the floor from its originally position, closer to the mirror and helping you watch as Luke fucked you from behind. 

Your hair was a mess, purple and pink marks from his mouth adorned your neck, your bridal gown ripped and torn in different places. But despite all that, you never looked better and he  loved it. 

Your moans became louder and higher in pitch, feeling his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly as a strangled cry left your lips. 

Luke pulled out of you completely and slammed back into you, the feeling of you stretching around his cock making him whimper in response and his head hung low watching as he filled your pussy just right.

“Fucking hell baby” He grunted lowly and plunged deeply into you as he spanked your ass again, “God, you feel so fucking good” He said shakily into your neck.

Now pressing into your back he held your tits in his large hands to stable himself now and rutted into your ass harder.

“Just made for my cock aren’t you sweetie? All mine aren’t you?” He purred making you let out small whimpers of “uh, uh, uhs” each time he pushed in and out of you.

“Luke” You said breathlessly feeling his mouth suck onto your neck again while making eye contact with you in the mirror, watching as he surrounded you like a devil from behind.

Feeling how close the both of you were, Luke mercilessly fucked you faster against the table, “Goddamit” He cried tossing his head back alongside you and began rubbing at your clit. 

Your ass bounced against his hips as he spread your thighs more, ramming into your heat roughly. 

“Oh fuck” He groaned feeling you clench tightly around him as you came triggering his own release and filling you up to the hilt. 

Moaning out each others names as you came together, Luke leisurely slowed down his pace until he pulled out. 

A moment passed and now there you both stood, starring at each other in adoration from the aftermath of what just fell between you both. 

Luke’s gathered your face in his hands and kissed your lips for the hundredth time making you giggle.

“Now baby, let’s go find you a new dress” He took your hand and guided you both out the door, seeing the shocked faces of your family and Mark as you left the chapel. 

Michael, Calum and Ashton followed behind and asked a million questions.

But all you could do was stare at the diamond ring Luke replaced on your left hand with one of his own before you both had left. 

[bratzforchris]

Love Me Harder (Chapter I)

In which a ruthless, violent gang member meets the innocent girl from his past ♡

Author's note: hehehehe the first chapter! I'm not sure how long this will be but I'm sosososo excited!

Prologue and content warnings: here

Chapter 1

Melody blinked open her eyes, surveying the room around her. This wasn't her room, or even her home. The walls were plain grey, compared to the pink of her bedroom in her apartment. The sheets were rather rough, quite the opposite of her satin pillowcases at home. What shocked the sleep from her eyes, though, was the man laying next to her.

Luke was lying next to her shirtless. He was scrolling on his phone, blond curls messy, but Melody could tell by his body language that he knew she was awake.

"Oh. You're awake." Luke said, turning to face her with no emotion in his voice whatsoever.

The girl groaned, running a hand across her face and through her brassy, blonde hair as she recalled the events of last night. She wasn't proud of them, by any means, but she also felt...different somehow.

It was meant to be simple. Luke was going to drive her home, just to make sure she got there safely. Despite all their differences and where Luke had been for the last few years, they were still friends (Luke would say they were acquaintances). Besides, Luke Hemmings wasn't the type of man to say no to a free fuck. Not that Melody had implied that, but the blond was a man that took what he wanted. And so, she had naively gotten into Luke's car.

"Do you wanna go back to mine?" he asked, speeding down the empty interstate.

"...I thought you were taking me home?" the girl asked, raising a brow.

"I mean if you want," he sighed. "I just thought you'd wanna see how much I've changed."

"Do you even remember my name?" Melody asked incredulously.

"Of course I do." Luke kept his eyes trained on the road.

Melody didn't know what drove her to do it. Maybe it was the desire to do something wild after a public breakup. Or maybe it was that stupid crush she'd so foolishly had on the blond that was trying to resurface. Whatever it was, she found herself saying yes to Luke's questions, eyeing him up and down.

He had grown taller, if that were even possible and had grown his blond hair out to shoulder length. She could see some of the tattoos peeking out of his collar. They looked like symbols, but of what she wasn't sure. Melody had always known Luke was in a gang. That was part of the reason why she tried so hard to tutor him. She wanted to give him a sense of belonging that wasn't clouded by violence.

"Y'know, I always thought you were really damn pretty." Luke said as he cut the engine.

The pair had arrived at Luke's house. It wasn't rough, by any means. In fact, if you passed the townhome on the edge of the city from the outside, you'd probably think Luke had some sort of respectable career. A teacher or a nurse, maybe. Definitely not a gang leader.

"You did?" the girl asked, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Mhm," Luke leaned over the center console of his black Jaguar and took her chin in his ring-clad hand. "You're fuckin' hot, Mels."

Melody blushed, melting under Luke's gaze. She knew it was bad; this boy, the life that he lived, the way she was melting like syrup under gaze, but she couldn't stop. She saw the potential of who Luke could be.

Just as he leaned in to kiss her, Melody's phone began to ping incessantly, a wave of texts from her now-ex boyfriend apologizing for how "sorry" he was. Luke snatched the phone from her hands, reading the messages with a death-glare on his face.

"Fuck that asshole." he growled, completely shutting the phone down and tossing it in the backseat.

The girl blushed and grinned as Luke leaned forward again and roughly began to make out with her. The rings on his fingers were pushing into her throat, which would definitely leave a mark tomorrow. If Luke was a magician, the way he made out was his magic. His tongue moved against Melody's in a way that was fighting for dominance, while also giving into her every need. Luke snuck his hand under her shirt and began to feel along her back, finding the clasp for her bra.

"Should we take this inside, sexy?" he asked, his tongue still against hers, lips swollen from kissing.

Despite every alarm in her brain telling her not to, Melody nodded eagerly. She had only been with Luke for one hour and he was already like a drug to her. She needed him. She needed to feel his body on hers and give into that yearning she had felt for so long. The ten seconds it took for Luke to come from the driver's side to her side felt like an eternity without his lips on hers.

The couple roughly made out all the way to the front door and all the way up to Luke's bedroom and onto his bed. One thing had led to another, which led them to where they were now.

Condoms were strewn across the room. Melody's clothing from last night lay in a heap at the foot of the bed, with Luke's entangled in there too. The sheets were a mess, covered in white stains. But none of that mattered when Luke rolled over onto his side to look at her. She could clearly see his bare hip peeking out from under the covers and his already-erect dick creating a small tent under the sheets.

"Round two before you go?" Luke asked, voice sultry.

Melody felt her heart drop. She should have known Luke only wanted one thing from her. He didn't miss her, he hardly remembered her. She was just an easy target for a quick hookup last night. Hurriedly grabbing her clothes from the end of the bed, Melody changed into the smelly, bar-and-sex-scented clothes.

"They were right about you." she huffed, sliding out of bed and grabbing her purse from the floor.

Luke cocked a brow, looking at her curiously. "Who was?"

"Everyone," the girl was on the verge of tears, but she wouldn't give Luke the satisfaction of that. "Everyone who told you were a bad, bad man, Luke."

The blond rolled his eyes and sat up, pulling on some soft, grey shorts. As much as she hated him right now, wanted to slap him, hit him, scream at him, Melody couldn't help but notice the way his biceps bulged with the movement.

"You think I'm the one with the problem?" Luke spat. "You're the one who agreed to hooking up. It doesn't matter that people say not to stereotype. You know the kind of man I am, Melody. You really are just as innocent as you were in high school."

She turned, fleeing the room and the man in it. Downstairs, she passed three men, who looked at her with curious gazes, before going back to whatever they were discussing. A shudder came over her body as she thought about Luke and his three buddies with her in the house as she had been asleep.

Melody gulped in a deep breath of air once she stepped outside. No one passing in the streets even spared her a glance. They didn't know the kind of man that lived inside that house. She wouldn't go as far as to say Luke was "evil", but bad didn't seem to cover it. The blonde tried not to cry as she called for an Uber on her phone. She needed to get far away from Luke and his sick games. She needed to be able to let go of him, despite the part of her heart that had always told her to care for people.

Luckily, the car was only a quarter of a mile away. It arrived in no time, idling at the curb as she hurriedly jumped into it. the driver paid her no mind, fiddling with the knobs on the radio as she told him the address. As he began to pull away, Melody gave one last look back at the townhome, tears welling in her eyes.

As the car pulled away, the grey curtains of the second floor window fluttered shut. Luke walked away from the window and stomped downstairs, thinking of the innocent girl.

[burnwater13]

Grogu thought he looked pretty good for his age. He wasn’t sure why anyone cared about it. It’s just a number, right? And depending on the planet you were on your actual age varied, right? If you measured age by years and measured years by trips around your respective sun…

Some planets made their orbits around their sun pretty fast. In the same planetary system a person could be 0.004 years old, 1 year old, and 4 years old depending on planet where they lived. So what did 50 years matter?

Old, young, middle aged… what was the big deal? 

Grogu expected that whoever had mentioned his age thought it would help someone identify him. After all, the Mandalorian had been pretty surprised to meet him at the place where the Nikto gang members were holding him. He thought he was going to meet some 50 year old human male who obviously had done something bad enough to make that Client willing to pay so much for him. 

Instead, he had met Grogu. A fifty year old person who other folks called a ‘child’. But that was pretty subjective too. Child was more of a relationship than an age. You would always be your parents child, no matter how old or young you were. You would never be anyone else’s child because they weren’t your parent. Simple. 

Ah, no. Not really. Because people still used ‘child’ as a measure of age. But much like the whole ‘year’ thing, it was pretty subjective. Not as old as them, you might be a child. Older than them, you might not be a child. Act like a brat and you’re told to not act like a child, but all children were not brats, so why make that comparison? It seemed pretty lopsided.

Then, some species matured differently than others. So if ‘child’ was about a state of maturity, you could be a two year old womp rat and be a grandfather. Or you could be a 50 year old Grogu and be treated like a child just because you didn’t speak Gal Basic. It was confusing and annoying. 

Grogu had tried to ask other people their age. They mostly pretended that they didn’t understand him. He really hated Gal Basic for creating that false image. But even the few who had really didn’t want to tell him the truth. They would hem and haw and then pretend that something shiny had distracted them. Well, that was true. The Mandalorian was very shiny in his new armor and he didn’t like people talking to Grogu for more than a few minutes at a time. 

He had tried to ask Din his age… but to no avail. The Mandalorian claimed not to know it. He was very young when he was taken from Aq Vetina. But Grogu knew that Din Djarin had a chain code and the chain code included his birthdate and place of birth and all that stuff. He knew how old he was. He just didn’t want to share it. 

What was he worried about? No one was going to call him a ‘child’. They weren’t going to act like he didn’t have rights and autonomy, and the ability to do or not do what he pleased. Nope. He could eat when he wanted, sleep when he wanted, and hang out with his friends whenever he wanted. And… no one was going to call him ‘kid’ or ‘womp rat’ or ‘baby’. 

No, people who looked a certain way were treated a certain way and that way was not always appropriate or even beneficial. If you looked like a Mandalorian warrior people treated you respect, even if they didn’t really want to because they were afraid of you and no really likes being afraid, right? If you looked like Grogu, then people treated you like you were a baby or a child which was nice if it was all about playing games or being fed tiny, delicious fish, but not at all nice when you were being bossed around and nagged. 

Grogu wondered what age he needed to reach in order for people to treat him the way they treated Din Djarin? One hundred? Two hundred? More than that? Master Luke had mentioned that Grogu’s species lived a long life compared to humans. Would he feel like less of a child when his own father was gone? Or would he feel like more of a child with a loss like that as his companion going forward? 

He didn’t know. But he hoped he never reached an age when he couldn’t appreciate playing a game of catch the ball, or enjoy the sound of slurping up soup or dung worms, or remember how much he loved the Mandalorian. It wasn’t worth being an adult if that happened.