Boxer!Luke Imagine
Luke always tried to defend you from the first day he saw you in 7th grade. Getting his ass kicked every day by your bullies but not ever giving up. He’d always get up off the ground and tell you,
” It’s ok, Y/N, One day I’ll protect you from everything evil. Even if it means it kills me.”
You’d tell him not to say that in fear of losing one of your only friends. He kept his promise, even after 10 years. It was surprising on how the boy grew up so fast. First being a quiet, short, and quite chubby kid and now, a tall, muscular, boxer that was quick and graceful on his feet but still held the same quiet nature.
After every fight he’d come to you beaten and rarely ever defeated, just to say,
“What would those punks think about me now?” You’d giggle and lightly punched his arm which every single time he’d feign pain.
“C’mon Y/n! I thought you were on my side!” He’d pout and look at you with those innocent, baby blue eyes.
“If I was on your side the world wouldn't have a chance.” You smirked and pulled him forward to the exit of the stadium.
“C’mon Luke, I have to make sure those guys cleaned your cuts nicely, the last time I let them do it without supervision they-’”
“They got it infected.Don't worry, Princess, I didn't even get a scratch on me this time, though!” He cut in, you couldn't help but worry about him. You were too used to bandaging him up all the way from school to the ring. You sighed, exasperated by yourself and by your boxer boyfriend.
“Whatever you say, Hemmings.”
