@lucaless 🍴 ☂❄ ❤ (cause it hasn't happened yet)
these are turning into headcanons rip
🍴- This is a common occurrence nowadays. Aless, lounging at the table, watching with a little smirk as Luke does his thing at the stove. After a while, she gets up and sidles up behind him, wrapping her arms around his middle and stepping up on her toes to whisper something about how fuckable he looks when he’s cooking her dinner, he makes some dry quip back and she forces him to turn his head around for a quick kiss, then something about her being “the reason my cooking will burn.” And then, she just lingers close and watches him, occasionally taste-testing if he lets her.
☂ - They’re out on a smokebreak outside. Aless, being the scatterbrain she is, forgot to check the forecast so she’s standing there smoking her cigarette in her stilettos and whatever tight, short outfit she’s in when it starts fucking pouring. She’s cursing and damning the weather for getting her favorite pair of velvet boots wet or some shit and Luke is rolling his eyes. “Here, kid.” And takes the umbrella he was smart enough to bring and opens it up over her head and she just gives him this dumb as hell look and tugs him under there with her so they’re all cute and under the umbrella aw.
❄ - The moment Lucas Carrow throws a snowball at her is the day Aless wages icy warfare against him. Calling the rest of the Clan to pelt him with snowballs because “fuck you for getting snow in my fucking hair!”
❤ - She’d be... so shocked. But not in the way you’d think. She’s shocked in the sense that for once in her goddamn life, she’s found someone she’s in love with, too. Someone who is loving her and loving her properly, without any of the added trauma or fuckery that came with all her last relationships. And right after that shock comes relief.