A/N: I'll keep this short! Introducing my OC Rory and TheRunawayRP's OC Lukas! They were so fun to rp! Since each is a freewrite/short story you'll just have to figure out plots 'n stuff. But I think that'll be fairly easy if I get more RoxLukas action. Warning: Sexual content!!!!! But this is really heartfelt and prepare for some feels (maybe)! By the way, this may make people uncomfortable because it does go into the category of pedophilia, but only in appearances! In any way that does NOT mean I support it nor do I like it. The pairing just happened. For reference, Ro is 360,000 years old and counting, and Lukas is about 80. ALSO I have the dates all messed up for however long Ro and Lukas are married and it's officially about 70 years, though that's AFTER this story takes place. So in this story they've been married for about 50, maybe 40. Lukas' age is messed up too, but I can't fix that without Runaway's permission. Okay, I'm done!
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"I'm home!" Ro set down his bags as he entered the small wooded home. Silence answered him. He went to the kitchen. No one was there. He should have expected that. Lukas always preferred the couch. He went to the living room. Lukas wasn't there either. Disappointed, Ro turned to get food from the kitchen.
"Welcome home." Ro looked up. There he was. The boy beamed, smiling happily at Lukas' familiar brown hair and friendly chocolate colored eyes. Ro's patched right eye would match his sparkling left in brightness if the boy could be any happier.
Tackling the young man to the ground in a hug, Ro grinned, "I missed you."
Lukas hugged back tightly, "I missed you too," he chuckled, "though it's only been a couple days."
"But that's too long!" Ro whined childishly, getting off of Lukas and standing.
Lukas tapped Ro's nose affectionately, "You're a spoiled brat, Ro," he said, standing as well, "Always were, and always will be."
The blond pouted, "Am not. You're the spoiled one, getting to eat all of my meals."
"Delicious ones, of course," Lukas grinned, "But I always do what you say. Are you my mother or something?"
With a roll of his eye, Ro sighed, his usual blank expression on his face, "Yes, I'm your tired old mother." His tone dripped with sarcasm, still playful.
"Oh?" Lukas grinned again, "Then mother," he held Ro in a huge bear hug, "My husband is being mean to me~."
A light shade of pink made its way to Ro's cheek, "Then you should punish him."
"But how?" Lukas complained.
"I don't know," Ro replied, turning around to face Lukas in the embrace, arms draped on the taller mans shoulders. "Maybe you should ask him."
"Hmm, maybe." Lukas kissed Ro softly.
"See, it's better when you ask," Ro said, their foreheads touching when he spoke.
"I quite like surprises," replied Lukas, kissing the one-eyed boy again. "Now. My mother told me to punish my husband for being mean. But I like it when he gives me a kiss. What should I do?"
"Hm," Ro tilted his head innocently, "Well...I don't like punishments...but I like surprises. Only when you give them, though."
"Then shall I surprise you with a punishment, dear husband?"
"That wouldn't be too bad," Ro smirked. Lukas growled playfully, and the smaller boy laughed lightly, "My little werewolf."
Lukas growled again, picking Ro up and carrying him to their room, falling onto their bed. He captured the others lips in a kiss, the room becoming warmer as it deepened.
Breaking apart for air, Ro crinkled his nose, "Sneaky little cheese pizza."
Lukas smiled, "You're so cute." He rolled his hips and Ro let out a moan.
"You were...always like that..." He managed between pants.
"Of course," Lukas nipped at the others ear. He breathed, "I love you." And with that, Ro was lost in a spiral of lust. Clothes were forgotten as hands roamed, caressing anything and everything. Pupils dilated, eyes focused on only each other. Grunts and sighs filled the air as bodies shining with sweat came together, breaths paced at the same time. Sheets rustled and the bed creaked under their weight. Words of love flew through the air. In the midst of it all were two creatures never meant to love, never supposed to meet, simply loving each other. A Fallen Angel and a werewolf without a pack, together.
Black feathers littered the bedspread as Ro's wings partially covered the two, and Lukas' movements became more feral, and Ro moaned in pleasure. "Ah! Lukas...! I-I can't...!" His mind went white with ecstasy, flying to the sky. When he returned to the ground, he was cold.And alone.
"Lukas...?" He called out to the dark, sitting up. Outside, stars glinted in the sky. Ro pulled a blanket over himself as a chilly draft went through the room. The only clothes on the ground were his, and the sheets were neat. He fell back onto the pillow, cuddling it and burying his face into its softness. Lukas' scent was slowly fading from it, at least two years old, but still musty with his woody smell.
"Lukas..." And he cried, curling up around the pillow. Lukas was gone. These dreams never left him–it was as if Lukas was haunting him. Tears poured out of his eye, and he sobbed like a child until he had no more in him. And then he slept, limbs tangled in the sheets, pillow wet with fresh tears.
Once the room grew silent, two faintly glowing figures appeared. One was saying, "He's troubled. I wonder what he was dreaming about."
The other smiled softly, love in his eyes, "Probably about me. He's dreamt of me often."
The first one laughed, "Lukas, I don't know if that's love or just an ego."
Lukas punched him softly, "Shut up, Isaac."
The Angel Isaac grinned, "Yeah, yeah. You're blushing. Lucky cheese pizza, getting such a cute one."
Sorrow filled Lukas' gaze, "I left him...Ro was devastated. Did I tell you?"
"Nope. You didn't talk about him for probably the first six months you were here. And I didn't know about him until a few days ago."
"Ah. I don't want to go into too much detail...but Ro wasn't in a good shape afterwards. I still blame my cheese pizza father." His fists clenched, "We were together for fifty years..."
"Whoa! That kid's fifty?!" Isaac burst.
"...um. Yeah, at least. Anyway," Lukas sighed, moving to touch Ro's head gently. He smiled sadly and crouched next to the bed at eye level.
"He seems like a nice guy," Isaac approached, "I'm sorry."
"Thanks," he looked to his friend. Ro sat up, eye bleary. The two angels looked at the boy, still.
"Lukas?" The said man froze.
"Don't worry. He can't see us, hear us, or feel us." Isaac whispered, as if he made a sound he would, in fact, be heard.
"I know," Lukas reached over to cup Ro's cheek as the boy looked around blankly. He caressed the side of Ro's face, and tried to rub at the red eye. "He's still the same as always." He spoke almost mournfully.
They sat in silence until Ro turned to face the two, his blue eye locking with Lukas' brown. He smiled.
"H-how is he doing that?" Isaac gasped. "No one should be able to see us!"
"I don't think he can," Lukas replied as Ro continued to stare in their direction. "See? His eye isn't focused on us, but just at...us."
Isaac squinted as he looked at the boy, "You're right. But how does he know we're here? We're completely hidden!"
"Hang on," Lukas embraced Ro and then pulled back, "Ro, I'm here."
"Idiot! You're crazy! He can't see you or hear you! I've said that already!" Isaac whisper-yelled, shocked.
"Shut up," Lukas rolled his eyes, "Look."
A tear rolled down the boys cheek. "Lukas...Lukas, I know you're there."
"What the cheese pizza?" Isaac gaped.
Ro smiled, and Lukas cuddled into him. "Hey, Lukas. I can't hear you. I can't see you, either. But you're listening, right? You are."
Lukas grinned, "Yes! Yes I am!"
"Did you make a friend? I think you did."
Isaac, still surprised, waved slightly, "Hey."
Ro smiled again, "I'm sorry I left you. I shouldn't have. Even if you told me to go. You know, I hated you for making me leave. But I don't know if I'd still be alive if you let me stay. So thanks, I guess, you cheese pizza little idiot."
Lukas beamed like a child and covered Ro in kisses and sweet nothings.
"I just wanted to say one thing. I don't know if you heard me last time, in the front of this place." Ro smiled again, "I love you, Lukas. I love you so much and I wish you were here and I could see you and feel you. I miss you and I love you."
"Damn, he managed to say that, like, three times." Isaac muttered.
"Hush," Lukas said as he kissed Ro, who seemed a little put off, "I love you too, Ro." The boy smiled sweetly, grinning from ear to ear.
"I swear he's magical." Isaac crossed his arms. "He can freaking hear you, I swear."
"Be quiet then, because if he can, he can hear you too." Lukas snapped, irritated.
"Aw," Isaac pouted, "You're all defensive when around your little pet."
"Shut up." He frowned, "I don't like it when people say that. Neither does Ro." He hugged the said boy, who looked perplexed.
"Hmm," Ro smiled again, then yawned, "I'm going to sleep. I don't know if I'll talk to you again. And I put a charm on the room, so your friend won't remember me." He smiled.
"Damn." Isaac cursed.
"I love you," Ro yawned and settled on the bed.
"You too." Lukas pat Ro's head. Isaac smiled and faded away, while, Lukas waited for the boy in bed to fall asleep. Once he was calmly sleeping, Lukas kissed him carefully, "I love you. I think Isaac will be back again. His curiosity never ends." He laughed lightly, "I wonder if you'll even remember this. I hope so. I miss you, my Ro." He brushed Ro's cheek once more, and faded away.
In bed, Ro blushed deeply, fresh tears falling freely from his eye again. "I feel so stupid..."
'My dear, lying cold
I'll spend all my life for you as I swore on that day
My sin against God...
All my acts of treachery should be paid for with by my death.
So I'll die...
I believe that's my fate.'
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Sorry. We used "cheese pizza" as a curse replacement and I use it to write if people feel uncomfortable with too much cursing. I'm too lazy to fix it. Just a peek into how I wrote about a year ago.