#m!a: LH Luke

[goldfades]

🍯 “you can take it” with luke hughes pls

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 | lh⁴³

♡ ─ word count | 388 (he finishes fast 🤗)

♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut, read at ur own discretion! oral (m. receiving), hair pulling, praise

♡ ─ ev's notes | okay fair warning i may reuse this title just cus i love carnival EVEN THO IM A SWIFTIE. he ate that lil one thing... just that one little thing. GO GO GO GO GO HEAD SO GOOD SHE A HONOR ROLL SHE RIDE THE DICK LIKE A CARNIVAL GO GO GO GO

Your lips wrap around the head of his cock while looking up at Luke through your thick lashes. Luke's mouth hung open as he watched you take his cock into your mouth, his stomach twisting in pleasure. He let out a soft groan as his head fell back, his hands gripping your head. "Shit,"

Your jaw was slack as you took him into your throat, your eyes beginning to water at the impact. You slowly began bobbing your head up and down, taking what you could of his cock.

Luke kept his gaze on you as he let out little sounds every now and then, leading you by your head. Luke began pushing your head further down, causing you to gag around his cock. "Fuck, baby. You can do it, you can take it."

You didn't wanna disappoint him, you tried your best to take his entire cock into your throat as Luke pushed you further. As his tip hit the back of your throat, Luke let out a groan as he pulled on your hair. You began adjusting to his size, shutting your eyes momentarily before looking up at Luke's fucked out expression as you began bobbing your head up and down him.

"Fuck, baby. That's it, pretty girl." He praised as he shut his eyes, focusing on the pleasure your mouth brought. "Good fucking girl."

He made a makeshift ponytail out of your hair, having complete control of your head. He guided your mouth up and down his cock, his cock and your chin covered in your spit and his pre-cum. His breathing became heavier as you kept your pace the way he liked it, all while trying to maintain eye contact with him. He had to shut his eyes because he knew if he kept watching you take his cock so good, he'd cum. He wanted to last as long as he could but he could only take so much.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He groaned as he felt his cock twitch in your throat, he was close. "Gonna cum, baby."

A few more thrusts into your mouth and he was spilling his cum into down your throat, all you could do was swallow it. His grip on your hair loosened as he pulled you off his cock, leaning down to give you a sloppy kiss.

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30k (2) Masterlist

part one

all that glitters is gold (ao3) - strxngersagain luke/calum T, 30k

Summary: Luke is running from everyone, including himself, and Calum is getting tired from chasing after him.

All The Mistakes I've Made (ao3) - mukeofficial michael/luke E, 33k

Summary: After spending over a week separated from Michael when he lost his passport in the States, Luke was relieved to finally be reunited with him. But after spending some more time with his best friend, Luke realizes his feelings for Michael are a lot stronger than he ever intended.

Authority (ao3) - gloomywilbur luke/ashton E, 38k

Summary: "In all our lives, there is a fall from innocence. A time after which we are never the same."

Close To You (ao3) - DracosPubicHair michael/luke E, 37k

Summary: Michael is a grumpy teenage boy who needs to "lighten up," which is what his mother likes to call it. Michael thinks he's perfectly fine with his Nintendo and his Xbox, but Karen isn't going to accept that when she gets a call from an old friend and invites them to their farm miles away from his gaming consoles.

Michael isn't happy about it, even if there's a cute blond that lives there who does constant housework and is best friends with his dog.

Fucking Jerks (ao3) - orphan_account ot4 E, 37k

Summary: "Okay, who cums first loses, and owes a blowjob to the winner. Correct?" Calum raises his brows: "A blowjob now, huh?" "Well, a dish fit for a king," Michael replies.

Or: Ashton bids a Jerketition and who is Michael to refuse...? (Includes the winner+loser spin off)

hello, hello (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 30k

Summary: For one long, blinking minute, Luke stares at Ashton and wonders if he’s hallucinating. Because that’s definitely Ashton. That’s Ashton Irwin, his former best friend from Sunny Days, the show they co-starred on as children.

But it’s also definitely Ashton Fletcher, professional film actor worth many millions, possibly hundreds of millions, of dollars, standing on his doorstep, wind ruffling his hair.

hold you closer than I ever did before (ao3) - jeffreyskinner luke/ashton T, 32k

Summary: “What’s the date,” Ashton asks, cracking an eye open at the doctor. He wants to know how many months he’s lost, he doesn’t want any bullshit spiel doctors tend to give.

She looks back at Luke and gives him a nod, like hearing it from Luke will make it better, more real somehow. Luke comes around the side of his bed and reaches out for Ashton's hand, as if trying to ground him, his blue eyes looking so fucking sad. “It’s September 30th, 2025.”

or; Ashton falls at a gig, loses four years of memory, and forgets he and Luke are together.

How He Moves (ao3) - thesoulsailor michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 30k

Summary: And Luke knew he was staring, he knew, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t pry his eyes away. Because the feeling that spread through Luke's body when he looked at the strange boy was the same he strived for when he danced. The stranger was consummate.

or Luke lives for the ballet, Michael lives for the moment, Ashton is a dance prodigy and Calum will do pretty much anything to win his boyfriend back.

if i knew from the start, would it change a thing? (ao3) - acetominophen luke/ashton N/R, 35k

Summary: “All I painted was you, Ash. It was always you.” But Ashton wasn’t listening to him at all. His silver-lined eyes were trained on the hand-written words at the bottom of the canvas, unblinking.

Luke’s gaze followed his and his lips parted because shit, he’d forgotten. He’d forgotten that he’d titled this one.

‘Poisoned myself again. LH’.

Artist!Luke Cowboy!Ashton

in the in between (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 32k

Summary: “What the fuck is this?”

It’s pretty much Luke’s first full spoken-in-person-sentence to Calum in months.

It’s his first sentence to Calum in months, and he’s yelling it in the middle of his driveway at seven in the morning, while a dog yelps back at him from down the street. It’s perfect.

“I thought you said you wanted iced coffee,” Calum replies defensively, consciously diverting his eyes away from Luke’s face because it’s the only way he can be sure he’s not staring. He needs to act normal, but he can’t remember exactly what acting normal around Luke actually entails. Probably not constantly shifting his eyes around like he’s possessed. He forces his eyes back to Luke’s face before Luke goes off in search of a priest skilled in exorcisms.

i wish we had a clue to start new, a white moon, no residue (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton T, 32k

Summary: ”Hi,” someone to Calum’s right said.

Calum turned, confused. A guy had slipped into the seat beside Calum’s without him noticing and was looking at him. Calum had seen him around—obviously, since they were in the same class together at the moment—but couldn’t remember his name. Something on M, maybe Mark?

”Hi?” Calum said, admittedly a bit sceptical. No one ever talked to him in class.

”My friend”—he pointed to a guy a few rows down; he waved to Calum—”and I were wondering if you’d like to work with us on this project?” he (was his name really Mark?) asked and Calum positively stared, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise; that was the last thing he’d expected to be asked.

Michael's Dirty Diary (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/luke E, 32k

Summary: Why did Luke find somebody's diary? Why did he even want to read it when he knew he should not? The things he was reading were shocking but he could not help but read more, specially since he was involved. Who was that Michael anyway? Luke had to find out.

Retrouvailles - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) luke/ashton E, 36k

Summary: A story about countless small pebbles stacking up to form seemingly impenetrable and unclimbable walls, and the consequences of taking a loved one for granted.

the empty white (ao3) - asymmetric ot4 E, 33k

Summary: (People all over the world start vanishing into thin air. Calum is one of them.)

Under the High Low Lights I See You There (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton M, 33k

Summary: Luke moves onto cleaning the glasses, sneaking glances over at him, admiring the open blue flannel he’s wearing with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his chest in the white tank top he’s wearing and the pull of it over his muscles, the acid wash denim pants straining over his thighs. He’s attractive and Luke knows he shouldn’t be looking, shouldn’t be so obvious in his stares, but he can’t help it. The man was made to be admired.

Or: It’s the summer of 1996 in New York City when Luke meets Ashton at his bar. Things aren’t always as they seem.

[ao3feed-obikin]

Sky and Sand

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47373457 by ShawnArms In which Anakin reflects upon his relationship with sand. Words: 989, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Sofiaverse Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Sofia Naberrie, Original Child Character(s), Sand - Character Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Leia Organa & Anakin Skywalker & Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Original Child Character(s), Anakin Skywalker & sand Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence - Star Wars: Attack of the Clones, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Domestic Fluff, sand, IM BACK ON MY OT3 BULLSHIT, the Sofiaverse to be exact, Obianidala Week 2023, This Fic Has Been Professionally Vibe-Checked, I dissociated from start to finish while writing this so read at your own risk /lh, Introspection, Unnecessarily Convoluted Imagery read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47373457

[cosmixcalum]

THIS YELLOW HUMMER NO ONE OK beT

[flannelpunkcalum]

hi!!! i am OBSESSED with ur writing! if u get a sec, do u think u could maybe write somethin bout luke dating a pretty independent / not sups touchy girl but then suddenly she is way clingy and can’t stop snuggling him since he’s come home from the first tour he’s gone on since they’ve been dating? and he LOVES it?? pls and ty ilysm

I am OBSESSED with this concept - I’m not big touchy myself and I read this and i was just like “.......nut” it’s like a cute little piece and I hope ya like it! also hi my name’s betty apparently i’m a luke blog now.......... breadstick boy what have you done

Luke always thought tour was supposed to be hard on relationships. When he had left Y/N, all at the very start, he had promised himself to wait it out. Through whatever screaming fights, the lonely 2 a.m. thoughts, everything- he’d weather it for her.

Turns out it was super chill, though.

Y/N just wasn’t like other girls he had dated, who told him they missed him every sunrise and sunset and pretty much any moment in between. She’d text him every day, sure, but it was more blunt, casual - thinking about gettin pad thai tonight what are your thoughts - or sending him a Bert and Ernie sketch with “u n me” the only explanation. He missed her, sure, it felt like an old wound, but… she was still herself, distant and beautiful.

Sometimes he wondered if there was someone she had replaced him with. Not often, just- she had always been so fiercely independent, and he loved that, he did, she was her own incredible person. He felt like there was a chunk of him missing, though. He wanted her to feel empty, too. He needed to be that person for her.

He wasn’t proud of that. It didn’t happen often, and when it did he’d usually call and talk to his girl for half an hour, if she was available. They were good, the two of them, they didn’t have to be whining over each other for that to be true.

So tour was fine. Tour was wonderful. Coming home, though, that was a rush like nothing else.

Y/N positively launched herself at him as soon as he dragged himself out of the LAX baggage claim, catching him in a hug that almost knocks him off his feet. She’d have to jump to get her arms around his shoulders, he realizes later. They can’t kiss just yet, there’s too many people around, but he presses a quick peck to the top of her head as they head out to the car. Obviously, as soon as they’re in the backseat with the door closed he’s practically on top of her and kisses her until the car starts, jerks, and they both almost tumble into the legroom.

They try to keep it together after that (Luke swears she bit his lip), but even then she insists on sitting in the middle seat and playing with his hands all the way home. “And you say you didn’t miss me.”

“I did miss you, I told you that, like, twice,” she explains. “I just like the rings. You look like my grandma, only - hey! Only sexy, is what I was gonna say.” Luke grabs her and musses her hair for that, but they’re both laughing, and that turns into another kiss, and- he’s really happy to be home.

It doesn’t stop there, though. As soon as they get home and he finally sees Petunia again (and he makes Y/N take pictures of them, of course), and once he's gotten changed into some comfortable clothes (Y/N jumps on him once he's halfway out of his shirt and, well, it takes him a little longer than expected to get changed after that), he orders takeout and gets his girlfriend on his lap, sitting on the couch with her like nothing’s changed.

It feels really fucking good.

It does feel a little different, though. Usually Y/N does this adorable thing where she pretends she needs to be persuaded into his arms, but today he's barely sat down before she crawls into his lap and starts leaving little kisses on the open column of his throat. “Pet’s gonna get jealous, babe.” He teases her, but she just shakes her head and keeps on kissing at him.

“Keep your paws off my man, Petunia.” She says instead, so close her lips trace the words against his Adam’s apple. Luke feels himself shiver a little, but he breaks her hold to help lift Pet up on the couch. He really likes how Y/N is holding him right now. If he tells her that, though, will she let go? She doesn't make herself vulnerable like this very often. He doesn't want to ruin this.

She always says she doesn't get jealous, that she cares about him and wants him to be happy. Even if that's not with her. But it makes his heart beat a little bit faster when he thinks about her using this tight little grip on him in public, so he knows he's hers.

There's something playing on TV - he's not watching it. All he can think about is how she's fitted herself into every bend of his body. Her head’s even tucked in under her jaw. “You sure you didn't miss me too much, babe?” He hums.

“Missed you a regular amount. It's just cold in here.” She says.

It's September.

In L.A.

Luke’s not quite buying it, but he'll let her be for now. “I missed you too much,” he says, instead. “Did I tell you about the time I woke up and reached for you and fell five feet out of my bunk? And that Ashton made me sleep on the bottom until that leg of tour was through?”

“You didn't tell me about Ashton kicking you out of your bunk.” She said, sitting up a little. “Didn't he sleep on the couch sometimes because he couldn't climb up when-”

“Yeah, when he's pissed he can't-” Luke’s laugh was cut off by his phone buzzing. Finally. He's been missing the fried rice from that place down the street for months. “Oh, hang on, I'll get that. Be right back.” He says, untangling himself from his girlfriend.

Petunia is already off the couch, whining at the door, but it surprises Luke when Y/N stands up too, grabbing his hand. “I can get it angel, you can relax.” He says, but she's already tucked herself into his side.

“No way I'm leaving you alone with the food. I'm gonna supervise.” She insists. Luke scoffs, but he really doesn't mind. Just him and his girls, all going up to get the takeout- it feels pretty good to him.

Still, he almost trips twice trying to get to the door, and the way back is even more precarious. “Y/N,” he says, as soon as they're all safely back on the couch, “You're so fucking cute when you're clingy.”

“I’m not-”

“Your hand is literally in my pocket right now.”

“No, it's not,” she says, taking her hand out of his pocket. Luke just leans over and kisses her forehead gently before trying to sort out the takeout.

It only takes a second of silence for Y/N to give up the ice-cold act, nestling into his chest and tangling one leg in his. “I can stop if you want.” She says, but her voice is muffled by his sweater and Luke’s brain short-circuits for a second. He's never fucking seen her like this, all soft and grasping at him. It's almost worth leaving her so long, to come back to this.

He realizes he's been quiet too long as Y/N sits up a little, smooths back her hair. “I know that, like, not everyone loves being smothered, don't even worry about it- mmph!”

Luke pulls her back into his chest so fast Petunia startles next to them. “Fuckin’ love it.” He says, as she relaxes into him and it feels right. “Don’ ever let go of me.”

She pulls away just enough to meet his eyes. “I missed you so much. I said I didn’t cause I didn’t want you to worry but I missed you so fuckin’ much.” She presses herself back into him, so her next words come out garbled by his sweater; “Don’t do that to me again.”

Luke knows she’s joking, but some of that is true. He shouldn’t have to leave the woman he loves behind half the year, that’s not fair. She deserves all of his time. “You can come with, next time. We could use a tambourine player.” He offers, and he’s only half-joking. They could share a bunk, couldn’t they? Hold each other like this every night?

“Mm. I could replace Ashton. He’s all the way upstage, no one would notice.” She says.

“Of course,” Luke says, “then I wouldn’t get to see you like this, so…” and even when she swats his leg he can’t stop from smiling. There’s nothing in the world like his girl; he’s so fucking lucky she decided to cling to him.

[glitterylukess]

okay but why do calum and michael jump during slsp but luke just stays there ksjsksjs boy you gotta jump too

[lovesick-feelin]

Could you do the waking up kisses with Willex? your recent fic was so, so good, I genuinely cried /m /lh /pos

Ahh thank you!! This was such a fun one to start with! I love some soft domestic fluff. Healing for the soul.

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11. Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

In retrospect, when Alex was considering the pros and cons of moving into the apartment above the studio, he failed to consider a deeply crucial factor: that Luke Patterson, somehow, impossibly, is a morning person.

The floaty cocoon of sleepy warmth Alex is suspended in is rudely shattered by the blare of electric guitar from the first floor. Alex blinks his eyes open just enough to note the time on his alarm clock - it’s nine thirty - before exhaustion forces them closed again. Apparently, Luke has chosen to do his songwriting directly below Alex’s room today. Before ten in the morning. On a Saturday.

There’s a shift on the mattress next to him, and Alex feels the drag of Willie’s arm up his back as he reaches to drag the covers over their heads. “Next time,” Willie’s disembodied voice grumbles, “we’re sleeping at my place.”

Alex can only manage a sort of “mmmphhughh” noise, trying to ignore the increasingly shrill riffs drifting through the floorboards. He rolls, slowly and with gargantuan effort, first onto his back and then over again, flopping haphazardly on top of Willie. He feels rather than hears Willie’s contented hum vibrating in his chest, and he lifts his arm for adjustments as Willie shifts, tucking his face into the space between Alex’s neck and shoulder. After a pause, Luke appears to have given them a brief respite from the guitar, and Alex can feel Willie’s breaths evening out again, soft puffs of air tickling his collarbone.

Alex wishes he were awake enough to open his eyes right now, because Willie’s hair in the morning is a wonder of wonders to behold, but he doesn’t think he’s quite ready to give up sleep just yet, so he settles for kissing the top of Willie’s head and then breathing in deep, inhaling the familiar scent of shea butter and hibiscus conditioner. Willie makes a soft, happy noise, burrowing impossibly closer and sliding a hand up the back of Alex’s t-shirt to hold him.

Alex feels some sleepy semblance of a kiss pressed to the underside of his jaw. He noses around blindly, finding Willie’s temple and pressing a kiss there in return. This is how they wake up, slowly: tender, fumbling kisses pressed to foreheads and shoulders and cheekbones, small giggles as they miss their marks, until finally Alex is coherent enough to reach up and trace the seam of Willie’s lips with his thumb, chasing it with his mouth.

Willie meets him open and ready, giving as good as he gets and kissing Alex slow and deep, neither of them showing any regard for morning breath or the messy ways their teeth bump together as they fumble blindly for each other. Alex feels like his head is spinning. Maybe he’s dead, and this is some sort of heaven: peaceful and dark and warm and all of his senses full of nothing but Willie, Willie, Willie.

As if summoned, the blare of Luke’s guitar from downstairs shatters the peaceful silence, startling the both of them apart. Willie yelps, and Alex barely registers the flail of his limbs before there’s a loud thump and an abrupt absence of boyfriend. Alex finally manages to blink his eyes open, crawling over to see Willie on the floor, half tangled in blankets with one of Alex’s shirts slipping off of his shoulder. Huh. Guess they were closer to the edge of the bed than Alex had realized.

“Morning, sunshine,” he hums, and Willie blows him a raspberry.

“Keep making fun of me and I won’t kiss you for a week.”

“Hmm,” Alex muses, reaching down and pulling Willie into a kneeling position, “I don’t think you have the strength for that.”

“Oh really?” Willie’s framed by morning sunlight coming through the window, messy flyaways framing his face like a halo. Alex definitely died and went to heaven.

Alex grins. “Really.”

Willie mocks a long-suffering sigh, clambering onto the bed to straddle Alex’s hips, pressing him into the mattress. “I guess you’re right,” he murmurs, brushing their noses together. “I’m weak.”

Alex meets him in the middle, leaning up to press their lips together. Willie sighs into his mouth. Downstairs, Luke starts in on a screeching rendition of the opening number from Hamilton.

Yeah, they’re definitely sleeping at Willie’s place from now on.

[malumsmermaid]

Piercing Love (LH)

Back at it with another fic from the collab group! This month we were randomly assigned a member of the collab to gift a fic to and I got the ever lovely Lauren @loveroflrh​. It’s been a joy crafting a story for my fellow Lauren and I hope that you enjoy!

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Piercer!Luke x Tattoo Artist!Reader

Rating: M (18+ only please!)

Warnings: unprotected sex within an established relationship, nipple play, male receiving oral, discussion of tattoos and piercings (needles)

Word Count: 3.8k

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Luke placed the second suitcase in the back of his car, smiling as he turned to you after he lowered the trunk door. “Ready to go, sweetheart?” he asked, teeth glinting in the morning sunlight.

You nodded, taking his hand and leaning up to give him a kiss, “After you, sunshine.”

He smiled, leaning in for one more peck before walking around to open your door for you. You settled into the seat, humming as you reached back for the seatbelt. You reached over and gave Luke’s hand a squeeze after he clicked his seatbelt, giving him a reassuring smile before pulling away so he could drive. 

As Luke began the hours long drive from your place to his parents’ home, you thought back on the past few months with him. 

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A year ago you began working at Michael and Calum’s tattoo studio as they needed another artist, the studio gaining popularity. On your first day there, you saw this handsome prince of a man, sitting at a table and talking with one of the piercers. You thought it was a little early for someone to be getting a piercing consult, opening not for another five minutes.

Michael appeared around a corner, grinning when he laid eyes on you. “Hey!” He called, bouncing over and putting an arm over your shoulder. “Luke, Aaron, you guys need to meet our new artist. Their work is amazing! Y/n, these are our two main piercers, Luke and Aaron.”

Luke smiled, waving before pushing a blonde curl behind his ear. “I don't think I’ve ever been in a studio with a piercer who doesn’t have any piercings.” You voiced before you could stop yourself.

Luke chuckled, “Most people make that assumption, since I took my lip ring out a couple years ago. Didn’t fit who I was anymore. Was just talking with Aaron about doing my nose though.”

You blinked, the insinuation that he did in fact have piercings you couldn’t see right now catching you off guard. He did up two more buttons on his shirt, the shiny fabric pulling across his chest, the imprint of two sets of barbels appearing in the fabric. He gave you a smirk, raising a blonde eyebrow. “I-I think that you would look good with a little gold hoop on your nose.”

He smiled, nodding at Aaron and both men got to their feet, heading towards one of the stations. The door chimed and in walked one of the other artists, Ashton. You’d had an unforgettable meeting with him when you wrapped up your interview with Calum, Ashton having been getting ready to go to yoga, shirt halfway off and a pair of dermals glinting in his lower back. He grinned when he saw you, setting down his coffee and giving you a tight hug. “Told those two they’d be idiots not to hire you when I caught a glance of your portfolio. Glad to be working with you.”

Four months into working there you’d met and befriended everyone who worked in the studio. However, there had been something brewing between you and Luke. A small golden hoop adored his nose from the day you had met, and a week ago he had scheduled a session with you for a thigh piece. You had since learned why his piercings were so few and disappeared under clothing, just like his tattoos, aside from the few tiny ones on his wrists, he had a side gig as a model (an ‘of course’ had spilled past your lips upon learning this tidbit about the blonde.)

When it came time for his appointment, he stepped over to your station from his, licking his lips anxiously as he looked at you before loosening his belt and letting his slacks drop, neatly folding them before laying down on the table. You finished getting set up and carefully lowered the stencil onto Luke’s thigh, giving him a moment to look and be sure it was where he wanted. He gave you a smile and nod, laying back down and you grinned, bending down and getting to work.

Part way through the session, Calum walked over. You looked up at him, smirking when you noticed that the jewelry in his septum piercing matched the plugs Michael had in his ears today. “Michael is getting take-out, you guys want anything?” Calum asked.

Luke smiled, rattling off his usual order. You hummed, “That sounds good, I’ll have that too.” “We can just share mine, I never finish it anyway.” Luke hummed, turning to look at you.

“Agh! Luke!” Calum cried, hand raised up to cover his eyes. “I get you’re getting a thigh tattoo and that’s why your pants are off, but Prince Albert coming to say hello is not cool.”

Luke gave him a quizzical look for a moment before realization crossed his face. You had pulled back to wipe away excess ink and he shifted to adjust himself. “Not like it’s not something you’ve seen before.” Luke muttered.

Calum rolled his eyes, tongue ring flicking out as he licked his lips, brown eyes going far away. “Not yours though.” He retorted before walking back to the front to tell Michael Luke’s order.

“You’re welcome for that by the way!” Luke yelled teasingly before settling back down to let you get back to work.

Twenty minutes later Michael returned with the food, setting the tray down on your worktable. He gave you a wave, looking at your progress on Luke’s thigh before walking back to the front to sit with Calum. “Do you have time to pause for a dinner break, have a bit of a chat?” Luke asked softly once Michael was gone.

You hummed, analyzing how much work you had gotten done on the tattoo and thinking about your schedule. “I think we can take a break for ten minutes.” You finally decided, walking off to get a plate so you could have part of Luke’s order.

He got down from the bench while you were gone, stretching his back and fixing his boxers while he looked at himself in the mirror, grinning as he looked at the half-completed tattoo. You came back with a fork and plate, settling into your chair after scooping a portion onto the paper plate. Luke walked back to the vending machine and got himself a bottle of water before joining you and digging into his meal. 

You sat together and ate, chatting back and forth over the warm food. Once the food was gone Luke cleaned up your station, throwing away trash and wiping down the table while you went to wash your hands. Luke joined you a minute later, washing his hands before following you back to the station, laying back down and scrolling his phone as you resumed your work. Once you finished, giving his skin one final wipe, you crouched in front of him after he got a first look of the finished ink, taking a few photos for your portfolio, unsure if Luke would be willing to let you take healed pictures in a few weeks. 

As you started cleaning up your stations, only having an hour and a half to wipe and sanitize everything before your next appointment, a third session for a coverup, Luke grabbed your wrist. You looked up at him, humming, “I’m trusting that I don’t have to give you the aftercare run down.”

Luke chuckled, running his fingers through his curls, “Yeah, but I wanted to say thank you...and ask if you wanted to go out sometime, have dinner outside of the shop or something?” You stared up at him, blinking before agreeing softly. “Great, text me your schedule for this week and I’ll cross reference with mine, come up with something and let you know.”

*********

You were brought out of your memories by Luke’s hand on your thigh, blinking as you looked over at him. “Hey, you hungry? I need to stop to go to the bathroom.”

You hummed, glancing at the time to see that you’d been lost in your memories for a couple hours. Your stomach gurgled as you realized how late in the day it was and you nodded, “Sounds great, Lu.”

He stopped at the first food place on the side of the highway, you placed his order while he went to relieve himself, taking a chance to do so yourself once he found you at the table. Once you’d eaten you took another few minutes to walk around and stretch your legs before getting back in the car for the remainder of the drive. 

You arrived at his parents’ home two and half hours later, his mom running out the door before Luke had even turned the car off. He laughed, stepping out of the car and catching her in an embrace as she reached him. As you got out you could hear him say, “You weren’t waiting at the window all day, were you?”

You smiled at the teasing tone in his voice, seeing his dad on the porch before you turned to get the bags from the trunk. “It’s been a while since you’ve brought anyone home,” You heard Liz say, “I was excited.”

Luke hummed, and lowered his voice, thinking you couldn’t still hear him, “Been a while since I’ve had anyone worth it.”

You licked your lips at the quiet admission, taking a deep breath and pretending like you hadn’t heard, closing the trunk and walking over to your boyfriend. He jumped in his mom’s embrace at the sight of you with both suitcases, “I was gonna get those,” he pouted, but you just waved him off.

“Hi Liz,” you said instead of replying to Luke. 

You had met his parents over facetime once a few months into the relationship. It had been the first time you stayed over at Luke’s house, waking up in his bed alone, pulling his green button down over your frame and stepping out to look for him. You heard him talking to someone so you hastily did up a few buttons before finding him in the living room, half eaten bowl of cereal in his lap. He had given you a bashful smile before patting the spot next to him on the sofa, allowing you to join him as he talked to his parents.

She grinned, finally releasing Luke and hugging you. You froze for half a second, there had been several things you’d anticipated in meeting Luke’s parents, being wrapped in a bone crushing hug immediately upon arrival wasn’t one of them. You returned her hug, closing your eyes after seeing Luke walking up to his dad, one of the suitcases in hand before opening his arm to embrace Andy.

Finally, you all made it inside, Luke leading the way upstairs to his old bedroom so that you could put your things away. You found a spot to place your suitcase, crouching down to pull out your laptop and sketchbook, needing to touch up a few designs this weekend even though you were technically off. Before you could grab them, however, Luke was next to you, leaning in for a kiss. You hummed, crouching back and returning the kiss, which devolved into Luke hovering over you, now laying on your back on the floor, as his lips moved passionately against your own.

Footsteps sounded in the hallway and Luke quickly pulled back, sitting back on his heels while you sat up and reached for your sketchbook again. Liz gently knocked on the cracked bedroom door before poking her head in. “We have reservations made at your favorite place in two hours, if you two wanted to take a moment to settle in and freshen up.”

Luke nodded, whispering a thanks and she walked back out, leaving the door partially open. You smirked and Luke hummed, “Old habits die hard...honestly surprised that my old posters are still up though.”

You let out a giggle before looking around the bedroom, noticing images of pro surfers and some bands scattered around the room, on the back of the door, the closet door, and a few spots on the walls. You hummed as you took it all in, smiling, “I like this, it’s like getting to know a version of you that I’ve never met before.”

Luke sighed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Glad that you know me as the man I am today instead of who I was a couple years ago.”

You nodded, rubbing his back, knowing from late night conversations the two of you had had both as friends and since dating that he’d gone through a lot before he started working at the shop. He let you hold him for a minute before clearing his throat, “Anyway, the bathroom is across the hall if you want to freshen up first.”

You nodded, setting your computer and sketchbook on the bed finally and going back into the suitcase to get out your toiletries before heading across the hall. Once you’d finished your shower, you walked back across the hall, wrapped in a towel and crouched down to dig through your clothes, “You said this place was fancy right?” You asked, looking over your shoulder.

Luke hummed, “I mean, it’s not fancy fancy, but it’s pretty nice, y’know.”

You nodded, understanding what he meant, pulling out a nicer outfit you’d packed. Luke smiled, walking over and unwrapping the towel from around you, leaning in for a kiss before he picked up his own toiletries and disappeared through the door. Once you were both ready, you settled into the bed, you carefully working on perfecting a rough design a client had emailed you while Luke was texting Ashton. Soon a knock sounded on the door, Andy’s voice travelling through, “We’re ready to go if you are.”

You glanced at Luke, nodding to each other and getting up, following Andy’s retreating footsteps down the stairs. Dinner went well, learning more about Luke’s parents, telling them more about yourself, and hearing some stories about Luke’s childhood. You were all still at the table two hours later, Andy finally settling the check and driving home. Once there, you all changed into pajamas and joined each other in the living room to watch tv before finally going to bed. As you and Luke snuggled up, Luke nuzzling his head against yours, you both let out a content sigh. You could feel Luke smiling against the top of your head, then pressing a gentle kiss there, before he whispered, “I love you.”

You smiled, turning into his chest more before whispering a soft, “I love you too.”

You could still feel his smile against your head as you closed your eyes, slowly drifting off.

You woke the next morning to Luke tracing your tattoos. You slowly blinked, looking up at him, his eyes focused on following the different designs on your arms. “Mum left us a note. She and dad had made plans with some friends a few weeks ago, before they knew we were coming. They’ve gone out for breakfast and then are doing some plant shopping. Probably be back by lunch. She didn’t want to wake us, or bore us with the shopping trip. I was thinking, after breakfast, we could go drive around town for a bit, show you a few places I used to go.”

You nodded, running your hands across his bare chest, having somehow slipped the tank top he’d been wearing when you fell asleep without waking you. You shifted on top of him, noticing the usual presence of morning wood as you settled. Luke let out a groan, hands grabbing your shoulders, “I was trying to get it under control,” he murmured.

You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, fingers coming up to tease his nipple piercings. He let out a low hum, hands moving up from your shoulders and resting against the back of your head, deepening the kiss. “It is just us here, so if you want a better way to help take care of your usual morning friend, all you have to do is ask.”

You felt a low rumble building in his chest and smiled, pressing your hips against his hardening length. You gradually pulled back from his lips, trailing kisses down his neck, taking time to play with his jewelry, mouthing over his nipples as you kicked back the blankets. You both quickly removed clothing, you straddling his lap and grinding on his clothed length. Neither of you could ever take much buildup first thing in the morning, so it wasn’t long before Luke’s boxers joined the rest of the clothes and blankets at the end of the bed. 

You sat back on your heels, admiring your boyfriend beneath you. You let out a content sigh, the contrast of the warm weight of his hard cock against your thigh and the cool metal of his piercing was one of your favorite parts of your mornings spent with Luke. You took him in your hand, flicking at a drop of precum that was about to roll down onto his piercing. Slowly, you lined up with him and sank down, both of you letting out relieved moans as he bottomed out, filling you perfectly. 

You swivelled your hips, finding the spot where his cock piercing hit perfectly before pushing off of him, setting a lazy pace. Luke let out a soft moan of your name, crystal eyes closing and head leaning back against his pillow, his hands resting limply against your hips as you maintained the slow pace. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips and pushing his golden curls back away from his face. You cupped his jaw in your hand, smiling as you looked at his relaxed face. “I was right about a gold nose ring suiting you,” you hummed as you sank down on him again. Luke simply groaned in response, relaxed grip on your hips tightening. “Hope you’re right about what I heard you tell your mum in the driveway yesterday.”

“Do we have to bring her up right now,” he whined, thrusting up into you.

“I just...was curious...am I really the first person in a while who’s worth bringing home?” You whispered, hands pressing down in the center of his chest.

Luke smiled, eyes opening to look up at you in adoration, “Course you are. Last person I brought here who was someone I was intimate with was Ash. And my parents didn’t know about that because Ash wasn’t anything serious, and they’d already known Ashton from when we were kids. He just came to support me while I was trying to find myself again, and we certainly didn’t do anything while we were here.”

You smiled down at him sheepishly and he leaned up for a kiss. He flipped you both over, leading to you gasping against his lips. His necklace dangled, pendant brushing your chest as he whispered “I love you,” a kiss punctuating each word.

You sighed, “I love you too,” pushing back against him.

He smiled, giving you another kiss before beginning to thrust his hips, just slightly faster than you’d been when you left off. You moaned loudly as he hit inside you perfectly, nails lightly digging into his shoulders. “Everything about you so perfect babe,” he whispered, “perfect person, perfect fit for me in every way. Will never get over how lucky I am to have you.”

You let out a soft sigh, tightening your hold on him with your entire body, nuzzling into his neck. “I’d say it’s the other way around. Still don’t believe I’ve ever done anything to deserve a man like you.” 

Luke just hummed, dropping one hand between your thighs, fingers working to bring you closer to the edge. His lips pressed against yours prevented you from voicing any other doubts that may have sprung forth in your mind, his cock driving into you with more force. You moaned his name, the sound muffled against his lips, coming apart with your high not long after. He helped you ride out your high, soft groans falling from his own mouth as he slowly thrusted. He pulled out after you finished, looking down at you bashfully. “Wasn’t exactly planning on us having a chance to do anything this weekend,” he said softly. “Dunno if we’ll have time to do laundry if I...y’know.”

You smiled, leaning up to peck his lips before moving to crouch on the floor at the side of the bed. He moved to perch at the very edge of the bed, legs spread on either side of you as you cleaned him up, taking a moment to toy with the ring at his tip with your lips and tongue before taking him into your mouth. You knew he was close so you didn’t take him as far back as you could. You hollowed your cheeks, working your tongue along him to help bring him closer, hand alternating between pumping the remainder of his length outside your mouth and fondling his balls. 

You felt his cock twitch against your tongue before Luke let out his usual high pitched whine that he made whenever he was right at the edge of his high. You took a deep breath through your nose, giving his thigh a light pinch to let him know you were ready for him. He gave a shallow nod, whimpering as he started to spill over your tongue, giving small, eager thrusts as he filled your mouth.

You swallowed as much of his release as you could, some spilling from between your lips as he pulled his spent cock out of your mouth slightly too soon, slipping off of the bed to crouch in front of you. He gave you a smile, leaning forward and swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, slipping the digit in his own mouth for a moment before leaning forward to connect your lips once again. You both moaned as his tongue slid against yours, tasting himself on you. Finally he pulled away to rest his forehead on yours, “How about we shower and get cleaned up, have some proper breakfast, and then go out exploring. I’ll tell my parents where they can meet us for lunch when they’re ready.”

You smiled, giving him a quick peck, “Sounds like a plan.” You hummed, slowly getting to your feet, holding your hand out to your boyfriend.

He gave you a smile and a nod, taking your hand as he got to his feet, following you across the hall, getting in one last, “I love you” before the shower water started.

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Saving Him [L.H.](Part 1)

Warnings: Mentions of abuse; Lierra hate; Sad and depressed Luke (which is definately a warning)

A/N: This came about after lukeshemmo​ and I had a very serious talk about how toxic Sierra is for Luke.

I wasn't suppose to be in town that day. I wasn't suppose to be at work that day. I wasn't suppose to meet him.

It was almost one A.M. and the small diner I worked at was dead. I was playing a game of Uno with the only other person present, the cook, Anna, when the door opened. I laid my cards down and looked at the door. A man wearing black skinny jeans and a hoodie that said "Friends of friends" with the hood pulled over his head sat in the booth closest to the door. I smiled softly, Friends Of Friends was the charity that my favorite band founded. I stood up and walked over to the booth.

"Hi," I greeted gently.

"Hi," he mumbled.

"Can I get you anything?" I asked.

"Just a coffee," he said, slightly louder this time, in a very familiar voice. I glanced back at Anna, seeing she was on her phone, before speaking.

"Of course," I nodded, walking behind the counter and pouring some coffee into a mug before taking it back to him. "Here you go, Luke." His head snapped up to meet mine and my heart broke. He had dark bags under his eyes and his pale skin was paler than normal.

"Am I that obvious?" he frowned.

"I know your voice," I admitted softly. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he nodded, his voice going up slightly.

"I'm not an interviewer, you can be honest," I told him. He looked up at me, as if deciding whether or not he could trust me, before motioning to the seat across from him. I sat down, propping up on my elbows and giving him my full attention.

"It's Sierra," he said. I knew it!

"Oh?" I played dumb. "What about her?"

"She's," he paused, drinking his coffee. "I really shouldn't tell you this..." He trailed off, trying to get my name.

"Mary," I offered. "Whatever you tell me goes no further than you and I. Everyone needs someone they can talk too."

"If you were in my shoes and your partner wouldn't let you interact with fans, what would you do?"

"Well, I'm not in your shoes but you have to think about your fans. They've made you who you are, they've brought you to the top. Are you really willing to throw that away for someone who doesn't make you happy?" He thought a minute, giving a slight nod.

"If your partner kept you from your friends, your family, what would you do?" he asked.

"Leave them," I suggested easily. "My family means a lot to me and no one is worth them."

"Must be nice to be so decisive," he hummed, sipping the coffee. I laughed softly.

"Everyone says that if they were in a bad relationship, they'd leave. Once they're in that relationship, they realize it's harder than they thought possible," I said. "And you, you have it so much worse. You have everyone's eye on you and you worry about how people will react if you leave her."

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Let me tell you this, your fans, your true fans, the ones who helped you get where you are, only want what's best for you. We don't like seeing you hurting and in pain, Luke. Do what you have to do," I told him.

"Thanks, Mary," he smiled, sitting his coffee down and pulling out his wallet. He placed a twenty dollar bill on the table.

"Um-"

"For your company," he said as he stood up. "Have a good night." He left the diner and I stood up, grabbing his cup and taking it to the kitchen.

A day later, Luke posted a picture of him and Sierra on Instagram. I had hoped Luke had just had a bad night and he went home and made up with Sierra. His post suggested that that was exactly what happened. I pushed the night he confided in me to the back of my mind and moved on with my life.

Almost two weeks after our first meeting, I was at work, once again playing Uno with Anna.

"Uno out!" I yelled as I threw the card down.

"You cheat!" she declared as the door opened.

"Do not," I argued, turning to look at who had walked in. It was two men that I regconized instantly. Luke and Calum. They sat in the same booth Luke had the first night he came in.

"Yes, you do. There is no way you win every time we play without cheating," she pouted.

"What? Wanna check my sleeves?" I teased, sliding off the bar stool before walking to the table. "Evening, boys."

"Evening? It's like two A.M.," Calum said. I smiled.

"Well, morning didn't sound right," I shrugged, placing my hand on Luke's shoulder. "You good?"

"I guess," he nodded.

"You're a terrible liar," Calum stated. "He's a mess." I looked at Calum and realized why he was saying what his was saying. His eyes were blood shot and if I took a deep enough breath, I could smell a mixture of weed and alcohol.

"And you're high and drunk," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Go play Uno with Anna. I'll talk to Luke," I told him. He slipped out of the booth and walked over to Anna as I sat down. "So?"

"I thought it was going okay," Luke sighed. "After we talked, I went home and talked to her, tried to get her to see things from my point of view. She was great, understanding even, for three days then everything was back to normal."

"You love her," I pointed out.

"I do," he nodded. "But I don't think she loves me."

"Anyone who can watch you suffer and do nothing to help-"

"Doesn't love me," he cut me off. "Yeah, I know."

"Then get out."

"It's not that easy," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What if she changes? What if I can change her?"

"She won't and you can't," I shook my head. "People like that don't change, Luke. Take it from someone who's been there, okay? You need to get out before it gets worse than it already is."

Before Luke left that night, he got my number and vowed to think about what I said. I knew it would probably do no good, he wouldn't leave her.

Almost two months later, I woke up at nine A.M. to my phone ringing. I groaned, grabbing it and reading the name to see it was my best friend, Belle.

"Yes?" I answered.

"LUKE AND SIERRA SPLIT UP!" she yelled into her end of the receiver. "LIERRA IS NO MORE! WE SHOULD CELEBRATE!"

"Belle, I am exhausted. Couldn't you have just texted me?" I whined.

"We're going clubbing tonight. I'll be at your place by ten," she hummed before hanging up. I sighed, sending Luke a text.

To: LH

i heard the news....r u ok

His replied came through a few minutes later.

From: LH

as good as can be expected....actually ended things a month or so ago but just decided to announce it

To: LH

im proud of u. u deserve better lu

To: LH

thx m

[screeching-painter-witch]

i took the "x coded y girl" quiz and i got exposed:

"Sam-Coded Cas Girl

You have a strong sense of how the world ought to be, but you have no overriding vision or big master plan: you take life day by day to fix the little things you can. You have very few close relationships, but those you have you treasure dearly. You support your few friends unconditionally, but you tend to be emotionally distant with acquaintances. You may be a bit of a pushover. You often find yourself put in the position of mediator. You loathe conflict, so you avoid it unless absolutely necessary--but once you’re truly angry, you’ll stop at nothing to see justice done. You’re a diplomat and an advocate: you are deeply idealistic, but you’re nevertheless strongly grounded in a pragmatic sense of achieving what you can. Philosophy is action, action is philosophy; you like meditation and self-improvement and have probably done at least one juice cleanse. Both friends and strangers describe you as quietly dependable. If you can’t see the trauma, the trauma can’t see you! That’s just science! Holotypes include: Sam Winchester (Supernatural), BJ Hunnicut (M*A*S*H), Jean-Luc Picard (Star Trek: The Next Generation), Aang (ATLA), Luke Skywalker (Star Wars), Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson)"

ouch/lh,,, no really this is literally true wow

(also, i feel like the fact that i relate to nico di angelo and thought i was not tr*umat*z*d enough to be able to actually say i found him relatable further confirms this)

[whatisthereality]

Masterlist

allooora, inizio col dire che la masterlist è in continuo aggiornamento, inoltre, scriverò degli immagina su più persone, quindi tipo li dividerò, cooomunque, lo vedrete. 

ps: ovviamente, qui ci saranno tutte le cose che ho scritto, che spero vi piacciano

All the love xx

-M

Harry Styles 

six months 

dove Harry si accorge di quanto abbia veramente bisogno di Y/N solo quando se n’è andata

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two donuts

dove ad una festa Harry ci prova con un’altra ragazza, facendo ingelosire la sua fidanzata, che decide di ripagarlo con la stessa moneta

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little meow

Harry e la sua ragazza litigano, e Harry deve trovare un modo per farsi perdonare

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ex

dove Harry e Y/N incontrano una delle ex di Harry, e lui sembra dimenticarsi di Y/N

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spider

Y/N va a farsi la doccia, ma ci trova un ospite imprevisto

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autism

dove Harry vuole far sentire il suo nuovo album alla sua ragazza prima di pubblicarlo, ma lei è autistica

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SERIES:

fool’s gold

dove Harry sa che la sua ragazza lo sta usando e che non lo ama, ma la ama troppo per lasciarla andare

coming soon:

-best friend: Dove Harry si fidanza con Y/N solo per avvicinarsi alla sua migliore amica

-street: Dove Harry durante una discussione abbandona la sua ragazza per strada

-annoying: dove Y/N sente Harry parlare di lei, ma non nel modo in cui vorrebbe

-if “i love you” was a promise, would you break it, if your honest? (divisa in tre parti) dove Harry ama Y/N con tutto se stesso, ma non riesce a dimostrarlo

SERIES:

-mummy: dove Harry è un padre single, e Y/N fa parte della crew del suo tour

-the Corpse Bride: dove Harry vede una sposa a un cimitero e si avvicina per chiederle quale sia il suo problema, ma li trova molti. uno di questi è che lei è... morta (la descrizione fa schifo, ma non sapevo cosa metterci)

5SOS

tall/short [LH]

mentre Luke e Y/N fanno l’albero di Natale, la differenza d’altezza tra loro due colpisce ancora

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personal fangirl [LH]

dove Luke becca Y/N fangirlare su di lui

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shit [LH] part 2

dove durante un momento intimo, Luke dice il nome sbagliato 

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cooming soon:

-three: Dove Luke, Ashton e Y/N sono in una relazione a tre

SERIES:

-reverse: Dove Y/N fa parte di una band dalla fama mondiale, i 5 seconds of summer, e Luke è un normale universitario

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Healing Masterlist

Bleeding heart (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton M, 35k

Summary: Time changes. Some would say that all of his wishes came true and in some way they did. That's why he stopped wishing upon the stars like he did when he was a naive child. Because all those wishes led him up to this moment in time. A time where Luke stopped wishing upon a star and instead felt himself become one. Each and every day he felt his mind leaving his body and float away. It's only a matter of time now until he's leaving the atmosphere and becomes a floating rock himself. A rock without its glow, just a cold hard rock that no one sees and cares about.

Or Luke's past relationship haunts his ever waking moment and everything comes crashing down during the highly anticipated Meet You There Tour.

come alive and bring the thunder (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum, past luke/ashton E, 36k

Summary: Prince Luke of the Faeries is forced to marry King Michael after a War between kingdoms threatens to tear their lives apart... and maybe Luke and Michael fall in love too. Maybe.

from the bottom of your heart (ao3) - merlypops luke/calum T, 736

Summary: Luke is sad and cold but Calum's love keeps him warm.

Gifted (ao3) - SinisterMind michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 3k (WIP)

Summary: the outcast is invisible

the druggie sees the future

the popular jock can read minds

the victim can heal

but whatever, really

hold me down, throw me in the deep end & watch me drown (ao3) - bloodsparks (orphan_account) fem!luke/fem!michael M, 8k

Summary: Luke is hurting, and god knows so is Michael, but being together makes the pain a little less vivid.

if i knew from the start, would it change a thing? (ao3) - acetominophen luke/ashton N/R, 35k

Summary: "All I painted was you, Ash. It was always you." But Ashton wasn't listening to him at all. His silver-lined eyes were trained on the hand-written words at the bottom of the canvas, unblinking.

Luke's gaze followed his and his lips parted because shit, he'd forgotten. He'd forgotten that he'd titled this one.

'Poisoned myself again. LH'.

i'll hold you through the night until you smile (ao3) - merlypops luke/ashton E, 2k

Summary: Ashton's burning himself out trying to give other people light, and Luke makes Ashton feel alive again.

in silent screams, in wildest dreams, i never dreamed of this (ao3) - merlypops michael/luke E, 1k

Summary: Michael felt numb before he met Luke, and then he felt everything.

Just A Little Ol' Little Bit (ao3) - HurtKummelAineBlanderson michael/luke G, 718

Summary: Michael realises he might be starting to heal.

Maelstrom (ao3) - merlypops luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 225k

Summary: Ashton is struggling, Luke is hiding, and Michael and Calum just want to make things work. (And maybe Ashton and Luke fall in love too. Maybe.)

Mirrors Of This House (ao3) - merlypops luke/ashton E, 11k

Summary: Luke is left broken and Ashton tries to put him back together again.

your string of lights is still bright to me (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum, bryana/ashton, luke/omc E, 81k

Summary: Michael is struggling to be the father his daughters need. Until he meets Calum again.

[that0nebunny]

Okay listennn I wouldn't say I'm a simp 🙄 /lh

your a simp for CC! n C!punz

m a simp for both n my boyfriend luke:)

[royalxreplica]

I'd like to M!A Luke to having his long hair again if that's okay? For as long as the Mun wants

*POOF!!*

“This again huh?” Sighs and goes to hunt down a hair tie so he get it off his neck.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

AU Fics (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

all i want (ao3) - lourrygum michael/luke E, 15k

Summary: Luke is a camboy and Michael has to have normal conversations with him like he didn't watch him come untouched just last night

Or, Lush isn't Luke's only place of employment, Calum is falling in love with the curly haired dork that comes in to his coffee shop on a daily basis and Michael's going to stop watching Luke's videos soon, he swears.

Beginnings (ao3) - thenewbrokenscene michael/luke M, 45k

Summary: [College/University AU] Michael Clifford was a sophomore transfer student, trapped living in the dorms again after a technicality dropped him back down to freshman status. He had requested a single room, determined to focus on his school work, get out of university housing as quickly as possible, and start his real life, but of course, on August 1st he received the obligatory "Get to know your new roommate this summer! You can contact Luke Hemmings, freshman student, at his school email..." message in his inbox.

Whatever. Let's just get this year over with.

Boys Only Want Love If It's Torture (ao3) - aalexandravictoriaa Michael/Luke, Ashton/Calum M, 57k 

Summary: Luke and Michael meet at college and getting to know Michael is the best and worst thing Luke has ever done.

burnt eggs & broken promises (ao3) - kingscrossinseptember luke/ashton, background michael/harry, background michael/ashton G, 4k

Summary: Ashton's always found his roommate, Luke, nothing but aggravating, but when they make a deal where Ashton has to pretend to be Luke's boyfriend for a night, his opinion starts to shift slightly...

Coy Fish - @daydadahlias​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton E, 19k

Summary: “Please don’t fuck our yoga instructor.” Michael massages his forehead, eyes squinting shut. “We’ll lose our discount.”

But that certainly won't keep Calum from trying.

Crossfire (ao3) - cthink michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 9k

Summary: Today was the day. There was no going back on the plan now. After months of preparation, they were finally going to escape. They were finally going to be free.

Or an apocalypse au where Ashton, Calum, Michael and Luke escape a corrupt containment camp only to find that the world outside is so much worse. Based on the song Crossfire by Stephen.

hello, hello (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 30k

Summary: For one long, blinking minute, Luke stares at Ashton and wonders if he’s hallucinating. Because that’s definitely Ashton. That’s Ashton Irwin, his former best friend from Sunny Days, the show they co-starred on as children.

But it’s also definitely Ashton Fletcher, professional film actor worth many millions, possibly hundreds of millions, of dollars, standing on his doorstep, wind ruffling his hair.

if i knew from the start, would it change a thing? (ao3) - acetominophen luke/ashton N/R, 35k

Summary: "All I painted was you, Ash. It was always you." But Ashton wasn't listening to him at all. His silver-lined eyes were trained on the hand-written words at the bottom of the canvas, unblinking.

Luke's gaze followed his and his lips parted because shit, he'd forgotten. He'd forgotten that he'd titled this one.

'Poisoned myself again. LH'.

Artist!Luke Cowboy!Ashton

if you're going to san francisco (ao3) - HeyHeyArnold, mukelftv ot4 M, 10k

Summary: In 1970s San Francisco, a rally brings together four somewhat unlikely friends. This is their story.

Jumping before the Gunshot has Gone Off (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine michael/luke, calum/ashton, luke/louis E, 128k

Summary: (In which Michael’s hated Luke since they met, and Luke’s hated him back—except, somehow, they can’t stop having sex with one another. To make matters worse, Luke is dumb enough to go and fall in love with the man who hates him.)

Lullaby (ao3) - thesaltyspice calum/ashton N/R, 4k

Summary: Calum hosts an anonymous radio show and Ashton is obsessed

Mixology (ao3) - dafeedil luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 23k

Summary: In which Michael is reeling from a recent breakup, Calum has just flunked a semester of university, Luke has never taken a risk in his life, and Ashton has taken too many.

One night, four boys, one Los Angeles bar. A recipe for...well, quite possibly, not disaster.

(or, they all meet at a bar and fall hopelessly in love for the night. Only, it's actually a lot more than that.)

Playing With Chemistry (ao3) - fourdrunksluts michael/ashton, luke/calum E, 17k

Summary: It's the busiest week of the year at the escape room Ashton manages, and it's hard enough without Michael Clifford tempting him at every turn.

Scene 14 - @daydadahlias​​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton E, 128k

Summary: It's one of the first lessons you learn. There’s a difference between performing and acting.

Actors are intellectuals; they’re poets with their expression and the way their voices hit the air. Performers, by comparison, are children, ignorant and too bright for their own good. No one wants to admit to being only a performer. If you’re anyone worth anything, you want to be an actor.

And Luke is not an actor, but Ashton is.

Or, the one where Luke hates Ashton but has to pretend to be in love with him for five months for his acting final except for the fact that maybe he isn't pretending anymore.

Survivor's Guilt - @daydadahlias​​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton T, 9k

Summary: No one's left but the three of them. Just Ashton, Calum, and his tiny yappy dog.

Oh, and all the zombies, obviously.

takeoffs and landings (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/ashton T, 7k

Summary: It’s been Monday for an entire week. This might sound like an exaggeration. Like something Ashton would say to Calum after a long day at work. But it’s really just Ashton’s life right now.

***

a time loop soulmate au.

That's Money, Honey (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/calum, ashton/ofc E, 22k

Summary: "Excuse me?" Calum calls, gesturing for the bartender and waiting for him to come over before continuing. "Who is that, over there? The boy on stage."

Michael doesn't even have to look, already smiling and nodding as he tops off Calum's already half-gone whiskey. "That's Luke." Michael explains and Calum nods, sipping at his whiskey again as he watches Luke dance, body swaying fluidly in front of several men dressed pretty similarly to how Calum is. "He tends to attract the uh, black card crowd." Michael says, handing Calum back his own black card.

Or: Calum makes Luke his sugar baby.

there’s no need to run and hide (when the world leaves a scar) (ao3) -haveufoundwhaturlookingfor luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 10k

Summary: Luke is a new intern, and he gets along with pretty much everyone he works with. Well, everyone except for Ashton Irwin. Ashton is cold, and doesn’t give him the time of day. Certain events keep on bringing the two together whether they like it or not, and eventually, Luke finds out why Ashton is so cold.

two can play that game (but you win me every time) (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: When Calum tells people he works at IKEA, people tend to respond enthusiastically. Some of them joke, did you have to learn Swedish?, or make a crack about the meatballs. Some of them ask how many marriages he’s seen end amongst the aisles. Basically, everyone turns into a comedian the moment Calum mentions his job.

walmart sonata (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds Luke/Calum M, 33k

Summary: Luke shakes his head. He doesn’t really understand Calum. What is this beautiful man doing being sweet and kind to him in the Walmart he works at several times a week? Luke’s life doesn’t include things like this. He just smiles at Calum slightly disbelievingly, it's not like Calum will ever really see him perform. He’s just a hot stranger from his grocery store.

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Artist/Painter Masterlist

a third kind of madness. (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton E, 9k

Summary: Unfortunately for him, he’s never really had the time to sit down and paint Luke properly. He tried before, when they were younger, but Luke had been restless and bratty, never sitting still for very long before he got bored or hungry or horny.

or, in which Ashton makes the most of his time off work by painting his beautiful boyfriend Luke.

Brush Strokes (ao3) - falloutmuke michael/luke M, 667

Summary: luke has autism with a love for art. michael is an artist with a love for luke.

I'd pay to see you frown (ao3) - shutupluke michael/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Ashton catches his eye for a moment, smiles nervously. Michael tries to look reassuring, but he thinks it’s probably coming across like he's undressing Ashton with his eyes. He kind of is.

Ashton doesn't look that horrified, so maybe he succeeded. He clears his throat, looks down at the floor, and undoes his robe, shrugging it off his shoulders and dropping it to the floor.

-

Or, Michael is an art student and Ashton is the nude model his class has to paint.

if i knew from the start, would it change a thing? (ao3) - acetominophen luke/ashton N/R, 35k

Summary: "All I painted was you, Ash. It was always you." But Ashton wasn't listening to him at all. His silver-lined eyes were trained on the hand-written words at the bottom of the canvas, unblinking.

Luke's gaze followed his and his lips parted because shit, he'd forgotten. He'd forgotten that he'd titled this one.

'Poisoned myself again. LH'.

Artist!Luke Cowboy!Ashton

it must be the stars (ao3) - skatershelley (craicshelley) luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Ashton's an artist who likes to sleep on his roof and draw at night. And then someone appears on the roof next door.

That's actually a really bad summary, but you know. Whatever.

Line Work (ao3) - ashtonhours (heartandmindxx) luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 21k

Summary: Ashton Irwin, 07/07/94, no known medical conditions and not under the influence of drugs or alcohol – and originally from Sydney, as it turns out – is looking to get a bird on his neck.

“A California condor,” he says for about the twelfth time, “on my nape.”

a story about boundaries, trust, and a line in the sand.

Muse (ao3) - moonbands calum/ashton N/R, 6k

Summary: Calum gets assigned a project to take photos of a stranger and get to know them to be able to tell their story. Calum chooses Ashton, the angel-like painter that never has his clothes free from paint.

Off-Screen (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) luke/ashton G, 3k

Summary: Now that classes are being taught from home due to the pandemic, students are getting a glimpse into Professor Irwin's home life, especially when his mysterious husband keeps interrupting class.

painting (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: calum was ashton's muse, he just didn't quite know it yet.

Paint Me (ao3) - @daydadahlias​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton E, 17k

Summary: “Holy shit, hold on a minute,” Calum says, “is that who we’re supposed to be drawing?”

“I can’t draw him,” Michael gawks, “I’m not a Goddamn renaissance painter.”

Or, the one where Luke is an art student practicing realism for a month and Ashton is the nude model in his portrait class.

Paint Me In Your Sunshine (ao3) - mukeclemmings michael/ashton, minor luke/calum M, 26k

Summary: Ashton is smiling and it grows when he turns to look at Michael. Dimples, is all Michael can think and then he notices the bit of blond coloring in his hair and oh my god, is he going to be in this class everyday? Because Michael knows he won’t be able to focus on anything else with Ashton right here.

(Michael is an awkward, freshman art major who really wants to kiss the dimples of the upperclassman who sits beside him in painting class.)

Paint Me Like One Of Your French Girls (ao3) - boomercal luke/ashton M, 1k

Summary: Ashton is a famous and revered artist who has had the same muse for a long time; Luke, the muse in question, has been keeping a string of lovers to finance his lifestyle, which often includes sitting for hours for Ashton for free.

Paint Me Wings (ao3) - outlawofideal michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: Michael needs inspiration to paint and he finds a tall blonde one in a club.

Something Old, Something New (ao3) - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: “So, makeup, then?”

Luke can feel a rush of blood from his stomach to his face, and he rolls his lips before giving a curt nod.

“Wanna give me something more to go on, or would you like me to just slather some products on you and hope for the best?”

“Oh,” Luke says, and it comes out accompanied by a curt, breathy laugh. “I… I don’t know. I just wanted to… you know, try something new, but…”

In which Ashton is a makeup artist and Luke likes the idea of everything pretty.

Work of Art :: Malum (ao3) - eaty0urveggies michael/calum G, 3k

Summary: In a room full of paintings, he was the true work of art,

Or,

When Michael was an artist and Calum was his masterpiece.