What's the saddest word in the English Language?
almost.
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A Luke Hemmings fanfiction AU
⚠️Mature content
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It's pretty magical how the spirit of Christmas can heal things even if it was just for the holiday.
Luke had learnt his lesson by now and he certainly wasn't going to fight it. He was on the cusp of the best Christmas he would have ever experienced and he was beyond excited. The kind of excitement that bubbles in your stomach and turns you into a giggling mess.
It was a week until Christmas and Jack had been kind enough to arrange shifts so neither of them had to work over the festivities, they deserved a good break.
As the clock ticked, Luke was eager to start the day. They had so many plans, many cliche, sickly in love plans. He tossed and turned unable to sleep. Finally his reality, his real life was better than any dream he could ever imagine.
"El, baby wake up" Luke whined, carefully moving the hair out of her face. She looked so peaceful in his arms. Luke nuzzled his nose against her temple and sunk deeper into the mattress savoring every last second. She smelt sweet and it comforted him that he was right where he was supposed to be; home.
But that didn't last long.
"Baby...wake up" he smiled against her cheek as he continued to paint her with kisses. She stirred slightly, groaning as she shifted position.
"Please wake up, I'm so excited and I just want to start the day," he pleaded, rocking her gently.
Eleanor giggled, fluttering open her eyes. Rubbing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her fingers traced the hair on his chin, his damn perfect nose, his stupid blue eyes and his grown out dirty blonde hair. She was quite frankly obsessed with the way it now flopped and sat on his forehead and swept off slightly to the side. It was fluffy and she just couldn't believe he was all hers.
"Good morning handsome," she giggled, cupping his cheek. His eyes twinkled in the dimly lit light.
"Good morning beautiful" he twirled a strand of hair around his finger. "Sorry to wake you," he admitted sheepishly, his cheeks pinkening.
She kissed his nose, he looked adorable. "Never apologize for being excited for Christmas," she smiled, her words reassuring him.
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Luke sang his way through the shower, lyrics of what appeared to be a new song, echoed around the apartment as Eleanor started on pancakes. Waking up to his excitement had really started off the day with such a playful atmosphere. Things were starting to feel right again.
Luke stepped into the kitchen, his broad shoulders wrapped in a soft knitted Christmas jumper. It hugged him skillfully.
How could someone look so adorably hot?
She wanted to simultaneously boop his nose and rip the damn jumper off.
She squealed, "look we match" she giggled looking between their jumpers. Luke chuckled as his hands roamed the sides of her jumper. Her warmth radiated through it.
