Hermes is a god of transitions and boundaries. He is quick and cunning, and moves freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine, as emissary and messenger of the gods, intercessor between mortals and the divine, and conductor of souls into the afterlife. He is protector and patron of travelers, herdsmen, thieves, orators and wit, literature and poets, athletics and sports, invention and trade. In some myths he is a trickster, and outwits other gods for his own satisfaction or the sake of humankind.
sneaking over and secretly spending the night at 17 year old high school boyfriend luke’s house on a friday and cuddling with him in his giant king size bed that’s usually half empty but you’re there to fill the space for once and he’s so happy. since it’s night time and he’s at home, his hair’s flat and he’s wearing sweatpants instead of skinny jeans and everything about him is just even more beautiful than usual. the two of you contently laugh and talk about life with your fingers casually intertwined and no tv or cellphones to interrupt. it starts raining and luke whispers, “we’ve never kissed in the rain before” and you say, “yeah, because it’s stupid. we could get struck by lighting or-” but before you can finish your sentence, he gently interrupts you by lifting you out of bed and carrying you to his second story window. you’re mumbling things like, “luke, this really isn’t a good idea” and he just smirks at you before opening the window and climbing onto the flat part of the roof. the rain pours down like crazy, causing his shirt to cling to his skin and his eyelashes to collect water droplets and he looks really irresistible when he stares at you the way that he does, so you finally give in and let his hand lead you onto the roof with him. all your fears instantly fade away when luke uses one of his strong arms to pull you against him and keep you steady as he kisses you. even though you’ve tasted his lips 1,000 times before, this kiss is more passionate than anything in the world and nearly leaves you breathless. when it’s over, luke softly says, “everybody’s gotta do it once, baby” before you go inside and take a hot bath even though luke hates baths because you have him wrapped around your finger so anything you want is basically his command and whquwnuwjwjdjw bye
you were missing calum a lot while he was away on tour, so you would find one of his oversized hoodies and pull it over your head, hiding your hands in the sleeves as you walked around your now empty flat and curled up on the couch by yourself. you’d pull out your phone and think about texting him saying how much you missed him, but you knew that he was sleeping because of time zones, and you didn’t wanna bother him since he doesn’t get a lot of sleep on tour anyway. so you’d scroll through your previous texts with him and read through all the heart felt messages that he sent you, feeling a heart breaking pain in the pit of your stomach that you wished would be replaced by the butterflies you always felt when calum kissed you.
you turned on the tv to see that a rerun of friends was playing, instantly making you think of the nights you stayed up late watching the show with calum as your head was laying on his chest and his arms were securely wrapped around you. you sighed before turning off the tv, somehow missing him even more as you trudged your way to bed and cried yourself to sleep. you just wished he would come home already.
yo so mukebabyy was the first to reply to this post with the request “MICHAEL FEELING INSECURE ABOUT HIS BURN SCAR AND FAT COMMENTS ON TWITTER AND LUKE BEING LIKE NO BBY” so I wrote up a short thing!! It turned out to be a bit longer than a normal drabble but I didn’t think anyone would mind. Enjoy :D
Luke rushed to reach Michael’s house before dark fell. The rest of the band had been out and about in Sydney all day, soaking in the feeling of being home again. Luke knew Michael’s feeling of home was undoubtedly more in his bedroom playing video games than in the busy streets surrounded by busier people. It was 7pm, however, and Luke was fairly certain Michael hadn’t even left his room yet that day. He’d felt bad being out for so long without Michael, and his anticipation to be back with the boy increased with each step.
The air had already begun to chill when Luke reached the familiar front door of Michael’s house. He rocked quickly from foot to foot as he knocked on the door, and a few moments later, he was greeted by an equally anxious looking Karen Clifford.
“He’s upstairs,” She started before Luke could get a single word out. “I haven’t been able to get him out of bed all day. It’s worse than usual.”
Luke swore quietly under his breath, fiddling nervously with the hem of his black tank top.
“May I?” He asked, motioning towards the stairs behind Karen as to imply going to Michael’s room.
“Please,” She nodded, stepping back slightly to allow Luke to pass. He nodded in thanks before striding across the room and up the stairs as quickly as he could without tripping. His legs carried him through the hallway to Michael’s room - he could walk the route in his sleep - and soon he found his knuckles tapping lightly on the wood of Michael’s door.
“Mikey? It’s Luke.” He called softly, tilting his ear towards the door as to hear a potential response from Michael. No such response was given. After a minute or two, Luke decided it would be better to walk in uninvited than to stand in the hallway until Michael got up. He twisted the knob and pushed the door open slowly.
What he found within Michael’s old bedroom was mostly what he had expected to find - the lights were off, the curtains were drawn, a mess of dirty clothes had already been made on the floor despite how short of a time they’d been home, and Michael was curled up under the covers on his bed, the only indication of him being the tufts of black hair that emerged from the top of the sheets.
“Mikey?” Luke tried again, still earning no reply. He knew Michael wasn’t sleeping, and his lack of want for communication with Luke worried the blond. He figured if he couldn’t get Michael to talk to him, he could at least join the boy for moral support, so he stripped off his shirt and exchanged his skinny jeans for a pair of Michael’s sweatpants before tentatively lifting the covers. Once he had slid himself into the bed and sealed the heat back in, Luke draped an arm over Michael’s waist. To his surprise, Michael turned to face him, burying his face in Luke’s chest before Luke could see him - before Luke could see he’d been crying.
“What’s wrong, Mikey?” Luke asked quietly, running his fingers through Michael’s shortened hair soothingly. Michael was silent for a few minutes, but Luke knew to give him his time. When he did finally reply, it was with another question, not an answer to Luke’s.
“Do you think I’m beautiful?”
Luke was highly taken aback by the inquiry, though the croak in Michael’s voice told him the matter had been bothering Michael.
“Of course I do.” Luke dropped one of his hands to find Michael’s and interlocked their fingers.
“Even after I got burned?” Michael’s voice softened. Luke’s eyes widened and his worry increased, a sense of understanding for Michael’s isolation falling over him. He shimmied down a bit as to be at eye level with Michael.
“Is that was this is about?” Luke asked, dusting a thumb over Michael’s cheek to swipe away the leftover tears.
“Sort of,” Michael shrugged, doing his best to avoid meeting Luke’s eyes.
“Michael, baby, there is nothing that could ever happen that would make you any less beautiful to me.”
“You don’t think the scars are ugly?” Michael asked, sounding a little bit surprised.
“Not at all, Mike.” Luke shook his head, ghosting his nose across Michael’s jaw until he reached a burn, placing his lips to the scarred skin. Michael winced slightly, but the warmth of the affection held in Luke’s kiss still diffused reassuringly over his face, causing his chest to surge with gratefulness for the younger boy.
“Luke,” Michael spoke pointlessly, for he had no intention to finish his sentence. Luke finished it for him - in a way - when he moved his lips from Michael’s cheek to Michael’s mouth, kissing him sweetly. Whilst Luke had hoped he’d been helping, he could tell Michael was still somewhat out of it.
“What else is on your mind, babe?” Luke pulled back so little that his words still vibrated over Michael’s lips.
“It’s just - do you…?” Michael shook his head. “No. No, it’s stupid, never mind.”
“Tell me.” Luke prodded softly, snaking his arm back around Michael’s middle and tracing reassuring shapes into his bare back.
“Promise you won’t laugh?” Michael asked, sounding something like a child.
Michael took a deep breath before gaining the courage to tell Luke what was going on in his head.
“Do you think I need to lose weight, or like, get fitter?” Michael’s voice was barely a mumble, and he was obviously anxious about what Luke’s response would be.
“What?” Luke exclaimed, half a gasp draping over his confusion. “No, Michael, not in the slightest! Where is this coming from?” He worriedly brushed a stray bit of hair out of Michael’s face as to search the older boy’s eyes.
“Twitter…” Michael spoke so quietly that Luke almost had to ask him to repeat himself.
“Oh, Mikey,” Luke started, pulling Michael into his chest comfortingly. “Please don’t listen to them. You’re so beautiful, Michael. Anyone who says differently needs to get their fucking eyes checked.”
Michael seemed to contemplate Luke’s words for just over a minute before shaking his head lightly and cuddling further into Luke, hiding his face once again.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, Michael.”
Michael felt Luke kiss his hair, and for the first time all day a smile spread across his face.
“Thank you.” Michael propped himself up on one elbow in order to bring Luke’s mouth back to his swiftly.
“I love you.” Luke mumbled somewhere in between short kisses. Michael smiled again against his lips.
“Yeah, I love you, too.”
The next day, Michael awoke before Luke even, and he spent the entire day out with the band, feeding off of Luke’s confidence in him enough to keep himself sane, which everyone was grateful for.
Sometimes we say a moment ceases us, other times we cease the moment ourselves. The world is one complicated place where anything can happen and that’s just fascinating to me and I’m sure a lot of other people in the world in which we live. Moments change lots of things, they can change a person or maybe even a whole crowd of people, even the world but it’s in these moments that sometimes we can really decide how we are and what we want to be someday.
Which brings the story to me, you see, my life is just one big whirl wind of moments that I can never cease or at least I try and cease them but nothing ever goes my way. So when my friend, Luke, Luke Hemmings that is, asked me to a party on Friday night, a typical night for millions of teens to have a party and probably throw up the next day from all the drink they’ve consumed. When I said yes, I didn’t want to go, but did I need to go, to get outside of my house, yes, yes I did.