MUKE one shots ♡

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for: folieacalum xx

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Luke thanked the lovely girl who served him his tea. He highly appreciated when people asked him about his tea preferences, not just: with or without milk?

He liked to put his tea bag in the cup by himself, he wanted earl gray and oat milk.

"You're the poet, aren't you?" She asked after she returned him his change. "The one who's reading we're hosting today?"

Luke nodded shyly and thanked her again after she wished him luck.

He still had more than an hour until people were supposed to show up but he wanted to relax. Slowly drink his tea and go over the poems he wanted to recite.

It wasn't his first reading but it was the first one without Michael.

Luke remembered to check his phone seeing Michael had texted him and send a picture. He smiled when seeing his fiancé's happy face buried into a pillow of some hotel room across the country.

Three more weeks.

Michael was currently on his second world tour and Luke missed him a lot. He was with him for the first part of it but then he needed to go home, take care of their cats and do some writing.

Michael's absence on his premiere reading of the new collection of poems wasn't due to his tour. His lover had a few days off and Luke knew he'd flew across the world to see him.

The thing was that Luke wrote an entire collection about the love of his life, Michael Clifford.

It was his birthday just after the tour and it was Luke's gift to him. As a thank you for all the love, care and the soul fact he existed.

This reading was just to see the response from the people so he could make sure the poems didn't totally suck. His editor loved them and so did Calum. The latter was the only one who even knew about this project and that was just because he needed someone who'd cover for him.

Luke closed the little booklet. The book was completely black with white lettering pressed into the cover.

Omnia

Collection of poems by Luke R. Hemmings

The first page inside was just as black and in pretty calligraphy it said:

For the love of my life. For my everything.

He could hear people gathering so he drank his tea and made an effort to welcome as many of them as possible. The crowd was small and so was the bookstore.

Luke made Calum say a few words before he entered the stage (or better said the center of the room) and without any extra words started reading his poetry.

He picked five poems, his eyes not leaving the book as he read. His eyes swallowing the words he reread over and over until he got them right.

Luke left no room for any applause just let his words enchant everyone present.

He turned to the last page that was also the last poem he wanted to read. It was the shortest from the collection but it meant everything to him.

"Everything," he started slowly so he could catch everyone's attention.

"Everything was colorless,

Everything was blank.

Everything was without shape,

Everything was dark.

You.

You came and brought light.

You blew away the fog,

You forced me to fight.

I.

I let you in.

I made you fight for me,

I let you win.

You and I are everything."

Luke smiled as he felt his mind come to full consciousness again and looked up. Closing his book and bowed when the small crowd clapped for him.

He took the time and look at some of their faces, he drank their expressions seeing if he did it right.

And he did.

His gaze stopped on the figure who clapped louder than everyone. Dark glasses and a beanie. All black attire. His favorite smile.

Luke spent the next hours or so accepting compliments and signing his book for everyone who asked for his signature. Then he escaped to the shelves that had Shakespeare on them, knowing he'll find his everything there.

Michael was standing there, a book in his hand. No longer in disguise.

"You shouldn't be here," Luke whispered before snuggling into Michael's open arms.

He could feel Michael kissing his forehead before laughing. "I thought we made a deal about not hiding our work from each other."

Whining Luke hugged him just a bit more, he missed Michael. "It's a birthday gift."

"You're all the gift I need."

Luke looked as his husband to be. "Didn't you like it?"

Michael kissed him. Slowly and deeply so Luke could already know the answer.

"You're my everything too."

Smiling, Luke took Michael's hand. "If you're already here let's go home. I want to sleep in your arms tonight."

"Wait. I still have to buy every remaining book."

"No. You'll have to wait for your birthday to hear the rest."

Michael pouted but didn't say another word. In his mind, he had already written three songs from Luke's beautiful words and couldn't wait to play them on his guitar when they got home.

"I love you, you know that right?" Michael whispered when they laid in bed later. After making love and drinking a bottle of wine.

"You're my everything," Luke whispered before he fell asleep.

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I really am trying to write something without a plot but... Ain't happening.

Thoughts?

The poem? (I used to write poems lol)

Love, Lucija  ♡