Luke was almost engulfed by the glowing sun, as if drenching him, deeming him as ethereal. Skin painted white and eyelashes casting light shadows against sculpted, defined cheekbones. Ashton could feel his heart stuttering disconnected static at the mere sight of honeydew curls flowing with the brisk wind. Fuck. Luke still held his heart after all. Or Where Luke and Ashton are ex-lovers who find themselves dislodged from the harsh reality, only to find solace in one another once again. (DISCONTINUED; I wrote this when i was 14-16 and am no longer in the fandom).

"Do you need any help sir?" "I'm twenty one, you don't need to call me sir."

After a class wide vote, Ashton, the quiet boy who chose Theatre to try and make friends, is picked to play the famous role of Juliet from the Shakespearian classic, Romeo and Juliet. And as bad as it is to actually have to preform the role, he has to play it with probably the most homophobic, rude, and detestable person in the world. Luke Hemmings. (This is my first story on here and it will probably have lots of mistakes and suck.) [credit to -grxnge for the cover.] © lovelylittlelashton, Hayley 2014

Ashton Irwin is a master of thievery. He steals from general stores, food markets, jewelry shops, museums, and people's homes. Never once did he get caught nor did anyone find out his identity. He loves being a thief. Stealing is his addiction, and he has no intention on curing it. However, there is one place and one place alone that he does not steal from, and that's the 7-Eleven at the corner street. He goes in late at night to buy things for himself and to see a boy who works during that time named Luke Hemmings. WARNING: Smut Cover: ohsehoony Dom!Luke © 2014 iCheeseYou