#luxrox

AN: Needed to write some more LuxRox self-indulgent stuff. Maybe one of these days they will actually get past just kissing. Who knows. I loved this, I hope you guys enjoyed it!

“What?” Roxas looked up from his phone, lips parted and surprise in his bright blue eyes. He bit his lip, running the words back through his head a few times; he had to have heard it wrong. “What?” He asked again, blinking several times in rapid succession. “We should,” Luxord spoke slowly as if trying to teach a toddler to focus on his words, “Get married, Roxas.” Turning slightly to try and get in the other’s line of sight, he tugged Roxas over on top of him, pulling the eighteen-year-old over his chest. “I have never felt this way about anyone, not ever. I want to have you as mine, have and hold you until one or both of us go belly up.” The shock on his face was genuine, melting into a grin that lit up his eyes. Roxas couldn’t seem to process it until Luxord gently kissed his bottom lip, convincing him to close his mouth again. “Is that a no?” “No!” Not sure what he actually wanted to do, he saw more than felt his arms shoot up, his hands cupping either side of Luxord’s face, “I mean… Wait… I… I want to.” Roxas sighed, finally, feeling lame that he didn’t quite know how to answer the question. “That’s good, love.” Luxord murmured, rubbing his cheeks into the other’s hands and sighing softly in contentment, “I’m glad that you want to. I’ve actually been thinking of an idea, instead of rings.” He practically purred, reaching up to caress Roxas’ cheek with one hand, ending up holding his chin. “What’s that?” Roxas asked, looking at the rings already on his finger. He supposed that Luxord really didn’t want to combat the already existing pieces of jewelry on his hands. “On our right hands,” Luxord began, “We’ll get a tattoo on the right, inside part of our ring fingers. King and Queen of hearts. I’d be willing to give you the Ace of hearts if you’d prefer.” “I think the Queen works.” Roxas replied earnestly, “It’s important to you and they go well together.” “You’re so sweet to me.” Luxord smiled up at him, carefully adjusting the younger man until he was nestled against his chest, almost princess style in his arms. “Thank you, lovely.” “It’s not a problem.” Roxas chirped in response, nuzzling at the other’s neck gently, “I’m glad I can do things that make you happy.” There were still times that Roxas didn’t know why Luxord had chosen him, but he was more than happy to accept it when he was feeling good. “When do you want to get them?” “You make me happy all the time, love, I promise you that.” Luxord kissed his temple and nuzzled against his hair, enjoying the scent of strawberries from Roxas’ shampoo. “We can get them the day of, or the day before, maybe?” “That sounds good to me.” “Good, I’m glad.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Also I am aware that Amoebaed isn’t a word but I’m gonna play Shakespeare and say that I’m making a new one. Whoops. At any rate, another fic down, and that means another to edit. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

The name seemed to stir him, if only slightly, and Roxas lifted his head just enough to be noticeable. His eyes were still vacant, and he didn’t do much more to acknowledge Luxord had spoken. The elder man sighed, taking a sip of his tea, before leaning forward and placing Roxas’ hand on the table, the cards face down. Much as he would have cheated with anyone else, the card game was on the back of his mind. “It’s been your turn for a while, now, darling.” Luxord’s voice was soft, gentle and seemed to be leading Roxas back to the task at hand. While he couldn’t remember what they were playing, he did manage to look down at his hand, and the elder’s thumb still rubbing slow circles into his wrist. “I… Sorry.” Some people assumed Roxas wasn’t sorry for spacing out. He’d do it again in five minutes and repeat the same apology, even if he meant it. His arms, eyes, and head felt heavy, he was dizzy and prickled with gooseflesh. Heat and chill battled for dominance against his skin and he didn’t know which was more concerning. Any second, now, he’d end up falling over or just being cast from life in some uneventful way, he was sure of it. Perhaps his brows drew in, or he frowned more than usual because Roxas was surprised to find Luxord had moved from across the table to stand beside him. “Come here, love,” Luxord whispered softly, holding Roxas’ head against his diaphragm. After a moment, Roxas turned to hug around the elder man’s waist, nuzzling his stomach absently. His hands fisted in Luxord’s shirt and he simply sat there, holding his breath until that seemed to escape him, too. Breathing in the seawater and cologne on the other’s clothes and skin, he sighed softly and finally looked up. “I… Don’t feel like myself, today,” Roxas muttered softly, and Luxord offered him a smile. “Nobody feels like themself all the time, my dear.” He offered sweetly, leaning down to kiss his forehead after brushing aside some hair with his thumb, “It’s okay to feel like nothing. Sometimes that’s just the roll of the dice.” Nodding, Roxas hid his face again, enjoying feeling the other’s hands carding through his hair. It seemed to soothe him until he was finally able to speak. “What do I do about it?” “About which part, dearest?” “About the… Empty, heavy feeling?” Luxord tutted a little bit, softly, and carefully reached down to pull Roxas’ hand from behind his back. He kissed it gently and patted it, before smiling sweetly. “Perhaps we should lay down. I can hold you and you can sleep it off.” “What if it doesn’t go away?” “Then I’ll be here, for you, lovely. I’ve got you, you needn’t be scared. Fate herself couldn’t tear me from you.” The thought of it seemed odd to Roxas, a scene playing through his head that could only lead them to drifting apart, but he didn’t speak of it. Instead, he nodded and allowed himself to be scooped up from his seat, brought from the card table to the bed. Laying down on autopilot, he scooted in closer once Luxord joined him, pulling him in until nary a breath of air remained between them. Their legs tangled together and Luxord hummed to him, petting his hair and cradling Roxas’ head against his bicep. Eyes falling shut, he settled in to try and rest, at least, his eyes heavy enough to lull him into some semblance of sleep. As promised, Luxord stayed with him, even if Roxas didn’t know if he slept himself. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Sometimes things just need to be written out. Having comfort when you feel like you aren’t yourself helps, even if it doesn’t fix it.