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bedesSummary: When you’re a teenager and in a relationship, finding time to be alone with your significant other is harder at that age than any other.
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Being in a relationship, as a teenager, can be a pain. As children, if anyone had found out Crow and Luke were crushing on each other, they’d find it cute. Children’s first crushes were seen as precious, and overall harmless. As adults, nobody would really be able to control what they did. While, sometimes, that may mean Luke trying to eat an entire cake on a whim (and it probably would), it could also mean being together as often as they wanted. But… Being a teenager was known for its struggles with privacy. With kids their age being considered hormonal and dangerous, adults seemed to be around every corner to keep an eye on them, which was, of course, a problem when you were in a romantic relationship. It was hard to hold hands and talk honestly when Luke and Crow were never by themselves. Even when they were, someone always said something like, “Keep the door opened!”, that ruined the illusion of it. Being alone together; truly, honestly alone together, without someone lurking around to keep an eye on them; was something to be treasured.
A shame it almost never happened.
Because of that, whenever Luke was visiting Misthallery, and Clark asked for him to pick some food up from the market for him, Luke always felt his heart well up with excitement. Crow, along with the rest of the Black Ravens, were almost always hanging around the market; and, while being with Crow and his friends wasn’t exactly the same as being alone, it was certainly better than usual. Mainly because there were no adults around to give them dirty looks for leaning a bit too close together (well, except for Aunt Taffy, but she didn’t really watch over what the children did).
Crow spotted Luke the moment he entered the market, and ditched his conversation with Marilyn to greet him, gripping both of Luke’s hands with that mischievous glint that he had in his eye when he had a plan. “Hey, Bluebird! Your old man coming?”
Luke chuckled, his face flushing a bit from Crow holding his hands (he normally wasn’t this forward). “No.”
“Is he expecting you back anytime soon?”
“No, he didn’t tell me to hurry or anything… But I’m not going to participate in whatever illegal activity you’re planning because of that.”
Crow let go of one of Luke’s hands to lead him with the other, tugging him along north. “It’s not illegal, just trust me!!”
“The last time you told me to ‘just trust you’, I ended up getting my nice clothes wet and lost my hat in the lake.” Despite his halfhearted arguing, Luke went along with Crow, if only because of how excited his boyfriend seemed.
As he followed, Luke silently guessed where Crow could be taking him. When Crow helped him down the tunnel, and into the Black Market, Luke figured he probably found something to sell that he thought was cool. (He’d done something similar to this when he’d gotten his hands on a signed, first-edition version of a popular book.) But Crow didn’t even pause once he got to the Black Market, and let go of Luke’s hands for a moment to open the big, rusted door to the bazaar.
Luke was out of ideas as to what could be so important by then, and just followed Crow into the spacious, but worn down bazaar. Crow practically pulled him down with him when he sat down on the auctioning stage’s steps, which earned a laugh, because of how enthusiastic Crow was being about the whole thing.
“Okay, okay, I’m stumped,” Luke admitted, when Crow stared at him expectantly, like he was supposed to know what this was. “What’s got you so excited?”
“Come on,” Crow sighed, tugging lightly at Luke’s sleeve. “Don’t you get it?”
“I just said I didn’t!”
“Luke…” Crow said, with an exasperated tone, with a light blush on his face. He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around Luke’s middle, and then pulled him closer, keeping his hands on Luke’s back. “We’re alone.”
Luke took a moment to process this before his face flushed red, his eyes going wide and his heart skipping a beat. They were alone, weren’t they? The windows were too dirty to see out of, and nobody (kid or adult) had any reason to come back here when there wasn’t an auction going on…
Crow smiled to himself when he saw Luke get flustered, and leaned in for a kiss, which Luke met him halfway for. Crow tightened his arms around Luke’s waist, and Luke wrapped his arms around Crow’s shoulders.
It was nice to be alone together, no matter what. But at this age, it was something to be treasured.
Hiya! I thought I’d take on the 30 day challenge, seeing as how there isn’t enough Lucrow content, and I need to get back into writing regularly. The notes at the beginning of each chapter will include a summary of the chapter, any warnings for it, and what age Luke and Crow are supposed to be (children, teens or adults). The end notes are for any possible thoughts I had on the chapter!
Masterpost (for more information) | Next Chapter
Being in a relationship, as a teenager, can be a pain. As children, if anyone had found out Crow and Luke were crushing on each other, they’d find it cute. Children’s first crushes were seen as precious, and overall harmless. As adults, nobody would really be able to control what they did. While, sometimes, that may mean Luke trying to eat an entire cake on a whim (and it probably would), it could also mean being together as often as they wanted. But… Being a teenager was known for its struggles with privacy. With kids their age being considered hormonal and dangerous, adults seemed to be around every corner to keep an eye on them, which was, of course, a problem when you were in a romantic relationship. It was hard to hold hands and talk honestly when Luke and Crow were never by themselves. Even when they were, someone always said something like, “Keep the door opened!”, that ruined the illusion of it. Being alone together; truly, honestly alone together, without someone lurking around to keep an eye on them; was something to be treasured.
A shame it almost never happened.
Because of that, whenever Luke was visiting Misthallery, and Clark asked for him to pick some food up from the market for him, Luke always felt his heart well up with excitement. Crow, along with the rest of the Black Ravens, were almost always hanging around the market; and, while being with Crow and his friends wasn’t exactly the same as being alone, it was certainly better than usual. Mainly because there were no adults around to give them dirty looks for leaning a bit too close together (well, except for Aunt Taffy, but she didn’t really watch over what the children did).
Crow spotted Luke the moment he entered the market, and ditched his conversation with Marilyn to greet him, gripping both of Luke’s hands with that mischievous glint that he had in his eye when he had a plan. “Hey, Bluebird! Your old man coming?”
Luke chuckled, his face flushing a bit from Crow holding his hands (he normally wasn’t this forward). “No.”
“Is he expecting you back anytime soon?”
“No, he didn’t tell me to hurry or anything… But I’m not going to participate in whatever illegal activity you’re planning because of that.”
Crow let go of one of Luke’s hands to lead him with the other, tugging him along north. “It’s not illegal, just trust me!!”
“The last time you told me to ‘just trust you’, I ended up getting my nice clothes wet and lost my hat in the lake.” Despite his halfhearted arguing, Luke went along with Crow, if only because of how excited his boyfriend seemed.
As he followed, Luke silently guessed where Crow could be taking him. When Crow helped him down the tunnel, and into the Black Market, Luke figured he probably found something to sell that he thought was cool. (He’d done something similar to this when he’d gotten his hands on a signed, first-edition version of a popular book.) But Crow didn’t even pause once he got to the Black Market, and let go of Luke’s hands for a moment to open the big, rusted door to the bazaar.
Luke was out of ideas as to what could be so important by then, and just followed Crow into the spacious, but worn down bazaar. Crow practically pulled him down with him when he sat down on the auctioning stage’s steps, which earned a laugh, because of how enthusiastic Crow was being about the whole thing.
“Okay, okay, I’m stumped,” Luke admitted, when Crow stared at him expectantly, like he was supposed to know what this was. “What’s got you so excited?”
“Come on,” Crow sighed, tugging lightly at Luke’s sleeve. “Don’t you get it?”
“I just said I didn’t!”
“Luke…” Crow said, with an exasperated tone, with a light blush on his face. He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around Luke’s middle, and then pulled him closer, keeping his hands on Luke’s back. “We’re alone.”
Luke took a moment to process this before his face flushed red, his eyes going wide and his heart skipping a beat. They were alone, weren’t they? The windows were too dirty to see out of, and nobody (kid or adult) had any reason to come back here when there wasn’t an auction going on…
Crow smiled to himself when he saw Luke get flustered, and leaned in for a kiss, which Luke met him halfway for. Crow tightened his arms around Luke’s waist, and Luke wrapped his arms around Crow’s shoulders.
It was nice to be alone together, no matter what. But at this age, it was something to be treasured.
Hiya! I thought I’d take on the 30 day challenge, seeing as how there isn’t enough Lucrow content, and I need to get back into writing regularly. The notes at the beginning of each chapter will include a summary of the chapter, any warnings for it, and what age Luke and Crow are supposed to be (children, teens or adults). The end notes are for any possible thoughts I had on the chapter!
