Soothing Sore Heartstrings - Luka Couffaine X M Reader

Halloween Special

I'm sorry everyone, I got logged out before I could publish this and had trouble remembering my password 😭

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"(Y/N)!" Luka's voice pierced through my half-dream state. I blinked, disoriented, realizing the golden hues of the setting sun had already started fading to purple, casting a warm, fading light over the scattered mess of fabric, brushes, and makeup around my room.

Time had slipped away from me.

A moment later, Luka burst through my door, his eyes sweeping over my barely-awake state. He shook his head and offered a soft, knowing smile before making his way to sit beside me on the edge of the bed.

"You promised you wouldn't fall asleep, chéri," he said gently, his voice a soothing lull. There was a faint teasing in his tone, but his gaze loosened as he brushed a few stray hairs from my face.

I sighed, half-embarrassed, half-apologetic. "I know... I'm sorry," I mumbled, yawning as I stretched my arms above my head. "I'll get up now. Just give me a second." I took a moment to look over the chaos at my feet.

The idea had been simple enough: he would be the grim reaper, I'd be the zombie. But simple had spiraled quickly into something more elaborate. I couldn't just settle for a ripped T-shirt and a little face paint, that would be a disgrace.

I had gone all out, creating a detailed, distressed outfit with layers, intricate tears, and realistic wounds that took far longer to put together than I'd anticipated.

Luka's soft laughter pulled me back to the present, and he reached out to wipe a smudge of makeup that had streaked down my cheek. His fingers were cool, and his touch was careful, as he gently fixed the messy bits of my rushed makeup.

I smiled up at him. "You don't have to do that."

"Hey," he said, grinning, "I'm just making sure my undead boyfriend is ready for tonight." He tapped my nose lightly and added, "Can't have you stealing my spotlight by looking like you just rolled out of bed."

I chuckled, finally feeling more awake. "You're right. I'll pull it together." Finishing that, I stood from my position and rushed to collect my mess.

"You didn't have to go through all this trouble!" I laughed, scolding my dad with a grin as he proudly unveiled the snack bar he'd set up on the kitchen counter.

He was fully decked out, dressed as some rock 'n' roll legend from his youth, leather jacket, sunglasses, and all. He struck a dramatic pose, flashed Luka and me a cheesy smile, and dashed out the door, ready to hand out candy for the holiday.

I sighed, shaking my head, and took a moment to really appreciate the spread he'd prepared. Luka was already rooting around in the cupboards to make a spooky-themed drink, muttering about finding the perfect potion ingredients.

The counter was covered in Halloween treats: strawberries dipped in white chocolate, with tiny, ghostly faces that stared up at me; pretzels shaped like bats, with chocolate wings and googly eyes; and an assortment of other eerie delights, from candy corn cupcakes to mini pumpkin cheesecakes.

My stomach gave a little growl, practically begging for a taste test before we headed out. With a grin, I grabbed a plate and loaded up, already feeling the Halloween spirit bubbling up inside me.

"Voila!" Luka announced proudly, holding up a glass filled with a mysterious, potion-like drink that glowed deep purple under the kitchen light.

His face was lit up with excitement, like he'd just invented a cure for boredom. The concoction swirled with layers: lemon sparkling water, a tart splash of unsweetened cranberry juice to counter the sweetness of grape juice, and frozen blackberries bobbing like little eyeballs in the mix.