"because I have a L on my wrist, I think it's you."

Summary: 'please take me home, too late, it's gone, i bet you're sad, this is the best time we've ever had.' ••• All Luke ever wanted was to be friends with the strange boy who drew batman and didn't own nice things but as they both grew up, all Luke ended up wanting was Michael... highest stats: #35 in fanfiction || #84 in teenfiction

"You're his beauty in an ugly world." or when artist!luke has a thing or two to teach artist!michael.

teacher!luke fell in love with daddy!michael.

daddy!michael has trouble keeping baby clifford quiet.

in a horizontal integration type of business, people like luke don't really belong. cross dressing twenty-nine year olds aren't supposed to watch their thirty-one year old CEO buy as many firms as he can simply to maximize everyone's profit.  but here luke is, in a dark blue skirt and grey top, dropping his communications report on michael's desk five minutes before 10 p.m., his blue eyes falling lower and lower as the minutes take on.

"He didn't feel like Michael at that moment; he felt happy, he felt cared for, he felt lucky. He felt like he had everything he could want at that moment, everything he lacked in his marriage with Jane was now right in front of him. Michael had his something, and he wanted to never let go of it. Luke was his something."