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The world forever remembered the day when the sun suddenly went dark when it wasn't even close to being evening yet. The darkness that shrouded the city made them anxious, which then turned to fear when shining beams of light suddenly passed through the sky and fell onto various parts of the earth. At first they thought they were shooting stars or even asteroids that were there to destroy the planet. But alas, masses of rock from space don't have a perfectly oval shape and neither do they have blinking lights covering most of the base. And they certainly don't have strange beings coming out of them. When humanity saw the otherworldly creatures, they immediately went into panic, running for their lives, not wanting to find out or not if they were intelligent, friendly or were cold blooded killers. They simply shut themselves away, causing chaos amongst their land and hurting each other more than anything else.

Y/N definitely remembered that day but for different reasons. At the time, she was in the outskirts of the city, perched on top of a tree as she usually did to escape the bustling city life she was used to. Half daydreaming and half asleep, her leg swung idly as the warmth of the sun casted down on her face. She was jolted fully awake when something like thunder resonated from the heavens, her eyes immediately finding her surroundings to be pitch black. She squinted her eyes, trying to adjust her sight. A colossal spaceship landed near where she was, causing the earth to shake and she let out a piercing scream when she tumbled down from the tree, her knee getting scraped in the fall.

She let out a pained groan as she tried to get back up, but her legs gave out from how badly she was hurting. Looking up, her eyes went wide when a door opened from the ship, cold smoke blasting out and some of it reaching where she was, making her cough softly. She held her breath when several figures started pouring out of the ship, all of them scattering towards different directions. They all donned the same white uniform, their faces covered by a gaiter styled face covering in the same color. When one of them started nearing where she was, her feet scrambled to get up and hide. Only managing to take two steps before she tripped once more, the extraterrestrial turned his head in the direction of the sound and proceeded to go investigate.

Realizing that she had been caught, Y/N gripped onto the trunk of the tree, nails scraping so harshly that she felt blood trickling down. Finally able to stand upright, she turned once more to run but was stopped when two hands slammed against the tree, trapping her in place. The poor girl trembled in fear as two cold eyes looked straight at her. Scanning her body, the being's eyes took in her damaged knee, blood pouring out as some of the skin and tissue was badly torn off. Getting down on one knee, the being took off one its gloves that covered its hand before reaching out to press against her wound. Y/N flinched when they made contact with her scrape and nearly kicked them away but when a purple light emanated from their hand she stood still to see what would happen. When the otherworldly creature pulled its hand away, she was in shock when she saw that her knee was completely healed, not a scratch as if nothing had happened, as if she didn't suffer a nasty fall.

"How...how did you..?" She whipped her head towards the person or non-person in front of her, had gotten up and was slowly creeping their body closer to hers.

The being murmured out some words in a language she did not recognize, and she knew it wasn't just caused by the covering around their face. She gasped sharply when they suddenly pressed her back onto the tree, hands firmly keeping her in place. Once establishing that she would not run away anytime soon, the extraterrestrial lifted one hand up and pulled its covering off. Y/N was speechless as she gazed up into the most beautiful and perfect face she had ever seen. The being's face seemed to be perfectly sculpted to perfection by gods themselves. Blade straight nose, chiseled jawline and sharp angled eyes perfectly complimented each other and distinguished them as someone not from her world.

Before she could even comprehend what they were doing, she felt their hands cup her cheeks as they pressed their pink and soft lips against her own. When she tried to pull away, the creature only clung her tighter to them, their kiss becoming more forceful, tongue dipping inside her mouth which had her moaning. It seemed the extraterrestrial noticed the effect they were having on her since she could feel them smirking against her lips, and indeed they were still smirking when they pulled away and looked back at her. They curiously studied her face, as if they were trying to figure out something.

"Y/N? Is it?"

She was startled when she heard them say something she understood and even more so that they knew her name.

"You actually....speak my language?" She asked them.

The extraterrestrial chuckled softly.

"I do now."

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8 months had passed ever since the aliens first invaded the world, and things only went from bad to worse. The government fell in the hands of civilians who decided to take control after they failed in not only giving them answers but in failing to drive the intruders away. Without a proper leader to govern them, the people just ran rampant through the streets, criminal activity and violence escalating each day that passed. The only real form of leadership or organization that still was existed was the Resistance force, a group of individuals who had gathered together to fight off all the aliens, which always resulted in unnecessary attacks and bloodshed. And unfortunately for Y/N, her own father was one of the ones leading that force.

She shook her head everytime she watched him and all the other people march off in search of extraterrestrials, hoping to demolish them once and for all. Every time they went out, very few returned, but that wasn't the part that worried her.

What worried her was imagining if her friend was one of the few extraterrestrials that had been taken down, because as she'd learn, they were definitely capable of being killed. She let out a sigh and closed the blinds of the kitchen window to continue her task of washing dishes. It seemed that was her life from now on, attending to the house while her dad was away fighting off beings who were actually harmless as she soon learned. But of course, she could never say anything about it, one because no one would believe her given how brainwashed and unreceptive they were and two, which was the most important one, she had promised her otherworldly friend not to spill anything about the mission they were currently carrying out and she intended to keep that promise.

"Aliens! They're here!"

Hearing the frantic commotion outside that was followed by a loud blaring of sirens and shotguns being fired, Y/N ducked and stayed away from any windows or any glass. She slowly crawled her way out the door and went outside, as stupid as it was but whenever there was an attack such as these ones, she always went out to ensure no child was wandering the streets and accidentally got caught in the action. She didn't care that she was risking her own life in doing so.

She carefully ran through alleys, taking cover behind walls or dropping to the ground when she heard shots being fired. It had become a lot easier for her now than it was in the beginning. Peeking her head out, she was relieved to see that most of the civilians had already cleared themselves out. But her relieve was short lived when she saw a white uniformed figure fall in the middle of the street, their hand clutching their left side which was stained blue, clear indication they were seriously wounded. Even with their face covered, she recognized their eyes right away.

"Seonghwa." She whispered softly, panic rising in her when she heard more shots being fired in his direction.

Looking at the other side, her face paled when she saw that it was none other than her own dad who was pursuing him, gun in his hand as he reloaded bullets in them. She looked back towards Seonghwa, who was trying to desperately heal himself faster, but was running out of time. With her dad getting closer and aiming his gun right at him, Y/N didn't even think and bolted out of her hiding place, heading straight towards her father.

"Dad don't!" She exclaimed as she tipped over his gun, causing him to shoot instead towards the opposite direction. Both of them hit the pavement with the strength she used to make sure he didn't hurt her friend.

"Y/N! Get off me!" Her father grunted as he shoved her off his body. Grabbing a hold of his gun once more, he made way to aim once more at his enemy but unfortunately he was too late. When he looked back, he was surrounded by two other extraterrestrials, one of them holding a small device that he threw onto the ground which helped them teleport out of there instantly, leaving behind nothing but a faint cloud of smoke.

Livid at having his prey taken away from his hands, he turned his attention back to his daughter who was barely standing up. When she lifted her head up, she was instantly struck back to the floor as the brute force of her father's fist against her face knocked her down.

"You stupid bitch! You let them get away!"

Each kick laid against her stomach was felt not only by her but by the extraterrestrial being that had connected his mind with hers. From miles away, inside one of the space crafts, he cried out in pain and clutched his abdomen as he felt each and every one of the violent acts laid on her body. With raging and glowing eyes, he pulled off all the wires and needles connected to his body and stormed out of the room, ignoring the protests coming out of the medical team that was tending to his wounds.

"Seonghwa! Stop! You're not healed yet!" One of his comrades tried to stop him.

"I don't care Hongjoong! Y/N is in trouble and I need to save her!" He tried to pry off the other male's fingers off him.

"You can't go! It's too risky. You'll get caught." He tried to reason with Seonghwa.

"If I don't go she could die! She saved me and now I must go save her!"

Having left with no other choice, Hongjoong used his supernatural strength to pin his friend to the wall, keeping him locked in there with no way to escape.

"Yes you must, but now is not the time! You're hurt, if you go now you'll only get yourself killed and then what will happen to her?"

Seonghwa's lip quivered in rage and hurt. He was unable to speak let alone move. He looked down at the floor and wept softly, his mind filled with images of her bruised and bloodied body in agony and pain after the beating she just endured. He knew in such a state, he couldn't even contact her telepathically.

"There's only a few more days until we have to leave back to the home planet. Our mission will be completed and if you still want..... you can take her back with you."

Seonghwa whipped his head up at Hongjoong's words, but before he could get his hopes up, Hongjoong raised a hand.

"Only if she wants to. You can't force, hypnotize nor abduct her. Am I clear?"

Seonghwa immediately nodded.

"Yes Hongjoong."

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Y/N laid in her bed, body still sore even though 2 days had already passed since that awful day. Her sides would ache if she put too much strain on them, but at least she was finally able to walk again. What she really wanted to know was how Seonghwa was doing. Was he all right? Was he too injured? Did he make it? Or did he..?

She pulled her blanket over her face to keep herself from thinking such things. She only wished he'd talk to her like he usually did at night. It was funny considering the first time she heard his voice in her head she was beyond freaked out, but now she had grown accustomed to it, sometimes even scolding him for bugging her so much.

"Are you awake?"

She couldn't keep the smile of her face as she finally heard his voice after so long. But wanting to play it cool, she forced a huff out of her mouth.

"I am now no thanks to you weirdo." She responded, her voice sounding grumpy and making Seonghwa chuckle.

"You know I'm not that knowledgeable with your language yet, so I'm not sure what that word means, but I'm deducing it's not a compliment." He asserted.

"How can you still not know what some words mean? Didn't you suck the language out of me when you slipped your tongue inside my mouth months ago? Wasn't that enough?" She chastised him, yet her cheeks flushed pink as she recalled the first time they met and he greeted her with a kiss, which she ended up finding out was a method his kind employed to be able to understand and talk to beings that spoke differently from them.

"We only grasp the basics, our abilities only stretch so far." He calmly explained.

Y/N sat up and tugged at different ends of her blanket.

"Does that mean you've gone around on other planets kissing other people?" She questioned him, her voice tinted with a hint of jealousy at the thought of Seonghwa kissing someone else.

"I may have kissed other kinds, but I can assure you that you're the only one I've used tongue with." He smirked to himself as he read her thoughts.

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?" She felt bitter knowing he had indeed gone around kissing other people.

"Well no... but that little action helped create the mind link with you. Lip to lip contact with another creature helps us communicate with them, adding tongue is a way to communicate and connect telepathically with the individual. Hence why I have been talking to you and vice versa without having to utter a single word. That and I can see what's going on in that tiny head of yours." He finished with a suspicious snort that unsettled her.

"Does that mean... you've been reading my thoughts all these months?" She fidgeted nervously.

"Some, not all. Although I've accidentally stumbled upon some that are rather..... interesting if you ask me."

Y/N whined as she slumped her face into her pillow and let out a high pitched scream. She felt so embarrased knowing he probably knew some of the explicit thoughts she's had at times that involved him.

"Do me a favor and take one of your laser guns and just vaporize me out of this world." She begged him.

"I'm afraid protocol doesn't allow me to vaporize any individuals without proper cause. So you're stuck with knowing that I know that you want me to-"

"Ok stop! Please don't finish that sentence and pretend like what you saw in my head wasn't real." She sighed.

"As you wish."

Seonghwa stayed quiet for a while, biting his lower lip as he pondered about how to approach his next subject. He knew it was now or never.

"Hey Y/N?" He asked softly.

"Yeah?" She responded.

"Can you..... do you think you could meet me in the place we first met?"

Y/N looked out her window and saw that it was past the curfew established by the Resistance, no doubt most of them standing guard at every street and corner, making sure everyone stayed indoors while keeping watch.

"I'm not sure I'll be able to get out without being caught."

"I thought just as much."

Before she knew it, Seonghwa appeared right in front of her bed, making her shriek as she pulled her blanket to cover body up. She was about to ask him what was going on, but he was faster as he took hold of her wrist before transporting them both in the outskirts of the city in the blink of an eye. Y/N cowered and shivered when she felt the night breeze blow, her arms wrapping around herself since she had gone to bed wearing nothing but black panties and a flimsy white tank top that left little to the imagination for anyone who saw her chest. And seeing the extraterrestrial looking intently at her, she knew he was taking in her state of near undress.

"Please tell me you don't have laser vision that let's you see under my clothes." She squinted at him.

"Some of my kind do posses that ability, but I'm not one of them....." Stepping closer to her, he tilted her chin up and grinned smugly.

"Unfortunately."

"Why you little perv-" She was cut off mid sentence when Seonghwa inexplicably wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a tight embrace.

"You're cold, let me warm you up."

She indeed started to feel heat being produced from his body which started to flow into her own. It felt so nice, not only having him act as a personal heater but to just have him hold her after having to go through endless shit day after day. Closing her eyes, she rested her head on his shoulder, slowly drifting off to sleep right then and there. One of Seonghwa's hands was busying itself by softly brushing her hair, being careful not to accidentally pull any out. He stayed like that for a few minutes before finally blurting out:

"The mission is finished. We'll be leaving at dawn tomorrow."

Y/N felt her heart sink when she heard him say that.

"So....bringing me here was so you could say goodbye?" She lifted her head off his shoulders and stared at the ground with a blank expression.

"Well it depends..."

Y/N raised an eyebrow when he paused.

"Depends on what?" She urged him to finish.

"If you wanna leave this place and come with me." He offered, his eyes growing rounder as he hoped she'd say yes.

Y/N looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you being serious right now or is this some kind of alien joke?"

Seonghwa nodded in earnest.

"Deadly serious. I want you to come to my home with me. I know.... I hope you'll like it. It's not that different from your planet, although you know the technology is more advanced and flying cars and what not..."

When he saw that she wasn't budging, Seonghwa gulped nervously.

"But the location I live in is a more... tropical one. The water is sparkling blue, the glittering sand is warm to the touch, and the weather is always cool and refreshing. Wouldn't you like to live in a place like that with me?" He spoke those last two words out softly but he knew she definitely heard them.

He could hear and see her thoughts, debating whether or not it would be wise to leave with him or not. She looked behind her towards the city she lived in, almost in complete ruin with possibly no hope of redemption.

"There's nothing left for me here, is there?" She asked to herself rather than to him.

When she looked back at him, there was still a hint of doubt in her mind. Clasping his hands on her head, Seonghwa's thumbs rubbed circles on her temples as his orbs started turning a light yellow color.

"Please come with me. Stay with me and live with me." He spoke out softly, his voice having a light melodic tune to it.

Y/N felt herself getting immensely drawn to him, her thoughts beginning to fill up with images of staying by his side. It was as if she was getting pulled to him against her will.

"Wait..... Are you using hypnosis on me?!" She exclaimed in anger, pushing him away when she realized what was going on.

"It was worth a try." He admitted in defeat, head hung low in shame.

"Since you failed miserably..... I'll spare you the humiliation and accept to go with you."

Seonghwa widened his eyes when he heard her.

"Wait, for real?"

Y/N responded by placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Don't make me regret my decision though or I'll steal your laser gun and vaporize you." She warned him.

Lacing his fingers with hers, Seonghwa nudged her to follow him.

"I promise you won't."

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Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the bed she was currently in, alternating between wrapping herself with the blanket and kicking it off a second later. She was still in the middle of her fight with the covers that she failed to notice the door opened and her current roommate walk into their small compartment. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched her struggle with an amusing smirk.

"Having fun there?" He broke her out of her trance.

"I can't sleep, I feel like I'm developing claustrophobia from mostly staying inside these 4 walls, and I'm still suffering from motion sickness." She grumbled, 1 week and she had still not adjusted to being inside an intergalactic spacecraft with no one but extraterrestrial beings to keep her company.

"Anything else you'd like to add?" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow.

Y/N pouted her lips and stared up at him with puppy dog eyes.

"I'm lonely and want company?"

Unable to resist, Seonghwa faked an exhausted sigh as he began taking off his jacket.

"I'm off my piloting duties anyway, might as well get some rest before my next shift."

Finally happy at having someone by her side, Y/N made some space on the bed for Seonghwa to fit in, although she wondered if it would be big enough for the both of them since it was a rather compacted area. When she looked back at Seonghwa, she nearly wheezed when she saw him sliding right next to her completely bare. Catching her staring, Seonghwa continued on as if it was the most normal thing in the universe.

"What? Don't you humans go to sleep the same way we do?"

Y/N covered her red cheeks and turned her face away from him.

"N-no....we wear clothes when sleeping." She explained, body heating up from embarrassment. Seonghwa replied with a slight gruff.

"Seems impractical."

Wrapping one arm around her body, Seonghwa pulled Y/N down on the bed and held her close to him, his breath fanning against the nape of her neck.

"Try to rest." He suggested.

Y/N wondered how on earth was she supposed to rest knowing the extraterrestrial being was pressing his bare chest against her back? She tried hard not to move in fear of accidentally brushing along his cock.

"Wait, do aliens have dicks? I didn't really get a good look between his legs. I just saw abs and looked away."

Her thoughts began spiraling deeper and deeper into not so pure territory. She began wondering about Seonghwa's anatomy. Do his kind even have reproductive organs? Do they even have sex? What if he could produce tentacles out of his body that would suction onto parts of her body like some of the kinky hentai she watched a long time ago? That thought aroused her more than it should. How would it feel to have Seonghwa's tentacles latch onto her nipples and suckle them as another one slithered inside her core and probe around until it made a mess of her? She clenched her thighs inadvertently as her mind started to produce more and more dangerous scenes.

She was startled when she heard the alien behind her laugh softly.

"I hate to interrupt your sexual fantasy foolish human girl, but my kind do not possess the ability to produce the slimy limbs that you are imagining."

She had completely forgotten that their minds were still linked and if he wanted to, he could still read her mind. She buried her face deeper in the pillow, wanting to cry out in shame.

"I do apologize for that inconvenience, I'm afraid the closest you can get is my hands around you."

Y/N half gasped half moaned when she felt one of Seonghwa's large hands snake inside her sweater and cup her breast. His thumb tweaked at her nipple, giving it experimental tugs and pinches until finally settling for simply rubbing them since it seemed to produce more effects on her body. He listened intently to the way her breath hitched with every brush of his thumb and squeeze of her soft skin, feeling her body start to get warmer just for him.

"Isn't this what you wanted? I remember you often fantasized about having my hands all over you." He recalled all those times where he refused to go to sleep because he was too busy prying into her erotic thoughts that included him.

"Y-yes..." She breathed out.

"Did you only want them here?"

Y/N whined and shook her head.

"No.... want them- want them..." She felt embarrased to say it out loud even if she did have Seonghwa groping her chest, so she hoped he'd read her mind and give her what she wanted. Obviously he got the hint since he moved his hand and slipped it inside her shorts. Pushing her panties aside, Y/N groaned when he dipped two fingers past her slick folds. She was so unbelievably wet that even with the slow movements he was making, they could still faintly hear the squealching sounds that were being produced.

"Right here? This where you want them?" Adding a third finger inside, he drove them deeper inside her body as their pace intensified, the slopping noises becoming louder.

Y/N bit down on the sleeve of her sweater to muffle the moans that were spilling out, afraid of anyone hearing what was going on.

"Don't worry about anyone else, just focus on the way my fingers are invading your most intimate places. Tell me does it feel good? Do you like it?" He asked as his lips kissed across the side of her neck.

"Feels so good- I love it." She sighed blissfully as his fingers continued to swirl around her hole, tips curling so they could graze at her g-spot.

"Want to feel something even better?"

Y/N hummed in affirmation and allowed Seonghwa to move her onto her back. He surprised her when all he needed to do was tap twice against her clothes and they immediately vanished from her body, leaving her completely naked under him.

"How long have you been waiting to do that?" She eyed him suspiciously when his lips curled upwards in a cheeky grin.

"Far too long."

Cupping her cheeks, Seonghwa kissed her, almost like the first time when he came to her home, but this time the kiss was more passionate and full of raw emotions. He took his time and didn't slip his tongue inside her mouth, instead he wanted to savor how soft and plump her lips felt against his own, pulling away every few minutes only to catch his breath before diving back in to mold his mouth over hers. They were so lost in their heated kissing and tangled bodies, that they forgot they were both in their most intimate state until Seonghwa's member brushed along her slippery folds.

"Oh god-." Y/N stammered as her hips grinded up to feel more of Seonghwa, who had a proud smirk on his face.

"Are you going to be ok with an extraterrestrial being breeding you with his cock?"

Y/N grimaced slightly at his choice of words.

"Is that what you guys call it?"

"Well what do you guys call it?" He questioned.

"We like to call it fucking." She giggled.

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows as his hands lifted her legs up to wrap them around his waist.

"I don't like it, sounds too impersonal and distant."

The cry coming out of Y/N's throat cracked and only half sounded when Seonghwa stuffed her full of his cock, his size stretching her out in a delicious sting.

"I prefer to get as close as possible."

Taking hold of her hands, he placed them on top of his shoulders before proceeding to rock his hips against hers. Y/N clung onto him as if her life depended on it. She closed her eyes and let her body succumb to his. Every touch from him was magnetizing, and she completely melted when his lips sought hers once more, a cosmic sensation pouring into her. Her nails dug onto the flesh of his back whilst her legs tangled themselves tighter around his waist, wanting to keep him near her as she started to feel a knot unraveling at the pit of her stomach, similar to the ones she'd feel all those nights she daydreamed about having him close to her. Only this time the feeling was more electrifying and intense, almost as if it was magic. Her eyes shut even tighter as the knot came loose and her lips began spilling out chants of Seonghwa's name as her juices flowed out of her body and coated his member that was still sliding deep inside her, not stopping so it could further heightened the sensation she was going through.

Feeling her release herself all over him, it was only a few moments later that Seonghwa himself vibrated against her body and filled her core with his own cum. His body started to faintly glow due to the rush he just felt at being so intimately connected with another person, the pulse in his heart beating so rapidly he thought it would burst any minute. Stroking her hair in a gentle manner, he pressed his forehead against hers, panting softly as he layed his body on top of hers, careful not to put too much of his weight on her.

"Never in my life did I ever believe that on one of our scouting missions would I meet someone like you."

Pulling back so he could look at her beautiful face, Seonghwa smiled with adoration and fondness at his loving partner

"Yet here I am, going back home with the brightest star in the universe."

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despite everything, it’s still you | wen junhui

ミ★ synopsis: in which you only have eyes for your best friend, but he sees everyone else.

ミ★ genre: best friends to lovers!au, angst, some fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: mentions of vomit and drinking

ミ★ word count: 3,897

ミ★ pairings: junhui x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! i actually scrapped this last night when i first wrote it, but i came back to it a few hours ago and actually finished it. this isn’t one of my favorites, but i think it turned out better than i originally thought it would. so as always, please give jun lots of love !! and i hope you guys like this one <3

“Aren’t you tired?” You turn your head to see Minghao staring at you with a pitiful expression on your face. Squinting, you respond, “Of what?”

“Of being lonely.” You scoff, turning away and going back to typing on your computer as Mingyu and Minghao lose their shit beside you on the couch. You don’t even know why you invited the two stooges to your house as you did homework, but alas.

you were lonely.

“I should’ve never invited you guys.” You mumble as you add the last few sentences to your essay. Mingyu giggles, walking over and wrapping an arm around you as his apology. While Minghao steps over and puts his face close to yours, giving you a big smile.

“Forgive us queen.”

“Fuck you.”

“Damn.” Mingyu mutters, raising a hand to his heart to feign offense. The corner of your lips tilts up at Mingyu’s reaction, and Minghao claps his hands. “She forgave us.”

“Aye, now I didn’t say all that-”

Minghao and Mingyu stop you as you turn around, hands raised in your direction. You stare boredly at the two as they give you a mischievous smile. “You forgave us, you can’t take it back.”

Letting out a sigh, you run a hand through your hair, grinning at your two friends who are now discussing who gets to choose what movie. Your ears perk up when you hear the sound of your door opening, and the three of you turn to see Jun walking in with the containers holding the fried chicken. He lets out a grin at the sight of you guys, and you quickly call him over so that you can begin devouring the food he brought.

The four of you have been friends since your first year at University. What started as a group project in your guys’ film course, became a three year long friendship that you all hope will last until you’re all old and wrinkly.

Jun quickly settles himself down beside you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in greeting, and you let out a soft smile. He gives you a grin, “Did you finish your essay?”

You nod your head, and he lets go of his hold on you to throw a thumbs up your way. You let out a laugh, and run a hand through your hair, before turning back towards the chicken.

Your guys’ friendship all began when the four of you got paired for that group project. However, you were attracted to Jun from the moment you laid eyes on him on the first day of class. When the four of you all got closer as friends, you decided to let go of trying to go after him. Especially when you found out how popular he is among the ladies and gentlemen at uni.

His popularity has only grown since freshman year, and he’s been with his fair share of different people. You claim to be over him, but it’s you simply just ignoring the warmth in your heart whenever he pulls you into a hug, or the pain whenever he introduces his new fling to you.

It’s your biggest secret that you’ve been harboring, and Minghao is the only one that knows. He wasn’t even supposed to know of your feelings for Jun, but he stumbled in on you crying on the floor after Jun left on a date with this one girl a few months back.

In your defense, you were incredibly stressed with midterms and seeing Jun go on a date with another girl that isn’t you, really set you off the edge from that stinky week in general. However, Minghao refuses to believe that you being stressed was the main cause for you crying over Jun going on a date.

So that’s why you ignore Minghao’s gaze when Jun hands you the crispy part of the chicken you always enjoy most. You turn and give Jun a smile, and he fondly knocks his head into yours. “It’s your favorite part, right?”

Nodding your head, you place it into your mouth, and Jun grins happily. He turns back towards his food, and takes a big bite of chicken as the four eat in a relative silence. Mingyu glances over at Jun, letting out a mischievous smile.

“How was your date?” You freeze slightly, and Minghao notices, his eyes trailing over to your rigid form. Jun chuckles, shrugging his shoulders as he wipes his hands on a napkin. Leaning back into the couch, he lets out a breath.

“It was good. She was actually more funny than I expected.” Jun explains briefly, and Mingyu nods his head. You stay quiet as you eat, knowing that if the two end up going on a second date, you’ll have to meet her in the near future.

“She kinda reminded me of you.” You pause, turning to see that Jun is staring at you with a fond smile on his face. You raise an eyebrow, pointing at yourself with the drumstick in hand, and Jun chuckles, nodding his head. “Yeah, you.”

“How?” Minghao asks, and you shoot him a glance. Minghao just waves you off with his hand, and you widen your eyes with more urgency, but he chooses to ignore you. Jun thinks to himself for a moment, before chuckling.

“Yn’s humor is really weird, you know. Remember the time she just laughed to herself about that video of a bird jumping off a building?” You snort at the memory, raising a hand to your mouth to try and hide your laugh as you remember the video. Jun turns to you with amusement painted over his features, and he points at you with his thumb, “See? She’s just giggling from the thought of it.”

“It was funny!”

“You sadist.”

“I am not a sadist!” You exclaim, and Mingyu purses his lips. He turns his head away and takes a sip of water, while Minghao takes a bite of chicken. You squint at the two, before turning to Jun and seeing him also avoiding eye contact with you. “I’m not!”

“Anyways…” Jun begins, and you roll your eyes. He chuckles and pats your head before continuing, “Aiya was kinda like yn, in a way. She laughed over silly things, and made good jokes, so the atmosphere was nice.”

Your mood drops slightly, and you turn away. Mingyu changes the subject by bringing up the time he saw you painting a meme of kermit on a canvas, and you laugh at the memory. Jun turns to glance at you when he hears your laugh, and he smiles softly at you.

Minghao bites the inside of his cheek, wondering when the two of you will finally realize that you’re a perfect match so that the pain on both sides will stop. He’s the middle ground, with him knowing that you love Jun, while also being able to tell that Jun is in love with you based on the fact that everyone he goes on dates with is so oddly similar to you. He just questions whether the two of you will be able to realize that fact.

And with that, Minghao smiles, holding up the remote to turn on the TV. “Well, let’s watch a movie.”

Your head is laid over a sleeping Mingyu’s lap as you drunkenly listen to Aiya and Jun laugh together. You open and close your eyes slowly, staring up at the colorful lights displayed on the ceiling. You begin to wonder how many shots of soju you had, but you’re unable to come up with an answer when you hear Jun’s angelic laugh across from you.

The music is loud and it hurts your head. You question how you were able to let the boys convince you to come to the party their friend Jungkook is throwing. However, the answer is simple. Jun gave you that smile of his and outstretched his hand towards you, telling you that he wants you to meet Aiya tonight. You wanted to decline the invite and stay home, maybe have a self care night as you knew you were going to simply have an aneurysm at the thought of Aiya and Jun. The thing is that you can’t ever say no to Jun, so that’s how you’re here now.

At a party you don’t want to be at.

With Jun and his potential new girlfriend sitting right across from you as you try to sleep on Mingyu’s lap because you couldn’t walk straight anymore. You were originally going to get another shot of soju, but Minghao threw you over his shoulder and brought you back to their group, laying you down on the already passed out Mingyu’s lap so that you can just go to sleep instead. It’s not working though, because every few seconds you hear Aiya’s giggle and Jun’s laughter.

And you hate it.

Aiya’s a nice girl, and you think she’s incredibly beautiful. You don’t blame Jun for wanting to date her, you would’ve gone for her too if you weren’t so hung up over Jun. You’re sure that the two of you would’ve gotten along, but the pain from seeing her and Jun was too apparent that it made it hard for you to try and initiate any close friendship. You don’t think she minds though, as she’s been attached to Jun’s arm the whole time.

Minghao glances down at you, and he finds you wordlessly staring up at the ceiling. He purses his lips, turning to look at Jun to see him having a pleasant conversation with Aiya. Not even noticing the state that you’re in, let alone care. So Minghao stands up from the couch and bends down beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder. You turn to glance at Minghao, and you see the sad smile on his face.

“Wanna go home?” He asks you, and you nod your head. He helps you sit up from the couch, but you move too fast, and you feel the alcohol coming back up. Minghao’s eyes widen at the lack of color to your face, “Wait yn-”

You vomit over his shoes, which leads to a chorus of screams from Minghao, and Mingyu waking up to the sound of said screams. Next thing you know, you’re being carried by Jun into the bathroom, and he’s setting you down on the counter.

“I hope Hao doesn’t hate me.” You mumble as Jun wets a paper towel from under the sink. He lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Hao could never hate you.”

He begins wiping the area around your mouth, making sure to get rid of all the traces of alcohol. You stare into his eyes as he concentrates on cleaning you up, finding them to be his most beautiful feature even through your drunken haze. Jun feels your intense stare, and he glances up into your eyes, feeling his heart rate quicken slightly. He keeps eye contact with you for a moment, and you wonder if he knows.

does he know how much i love him? how could he not after all this time?

Jun looks away first, coughing into his shoulder. He grabs the mouthwash from the cabinet, pouring out a bit into the cap and handing it to you with a soft smile. “Let’s gargle some mouthwash, okay?”

After you’re sure that you no longer smell of vomit, the two of you step out of the bathroom. You’re about to walk down the stairs when you see doors leading to a balcony down the hallway, so you turn the opposite direction and head towards it. Jun raises an eyebrow, following after you.

“Yn, where are you going?”

“Fresh air.”

“You can get fresh air when we head to Minghao’s car. Come on, I’m taking you home.” Jun states, reaching out to grasp your wrist, but you pull your arm out of his grip. Jun’s slightly taken aback, not used to you reacting like that before. However, he blames it on you being under the influence. You open the doors to the balcony and walk up to the ledge, resting your hands on it as you stare up at the stars.

Jun walks up beside you, turning to glance down at you as you close your eyes. He lets out a breath, seeing how the moonlight illuminates your features. You open your eyes, and Jun frowns when he sees tears fall down your cheeks. He reaches out and grasps your face with both hands, turning you towards him. “What’s wrong?”

You swat his hands away, but Jun refuses to let go. The tears continue to stream past your face, and Jun grows more concerned by the minute. “Yn?”

You close your eyes and push Jun away, and he feels a sense of shock hit him. You’ve never been so physical with Jun, and he’s confused as to why you’re pushing him away now. You glance up at the sky, and at this moment, you wonder if the stars are laughing at your fate. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” You mutter, and Jun tilts his head to the side because he knows when you lie. The two of you are best friends, you know each other's mannerisms now.

“Why are you lying to me?”

“I’m not.”

“Yn, you’re lying.” Jun states, and you look away. You stare down at the ground over the ledge, watching the sprinklers turn on and begin watering the grass. Jun bites the inside of his cheek, attempting to reach out to you, but you step away.

“Yn. What did I do wrong-”

“I love you.” You confess, and the words die in Jun’s throat at your confession.

“I’ve loved you for years, and it hurts to know that you’ll never love me back. It hurts so fucking bad whenever you introduce me to your new fling and I have to put on a fake smile.” You explain, and Jun stands there in silence. He watches as you hurriedly try to wipe away the tears continuing to fall from your eyes, but it’s not working. You let out the most sad smile Jun has ever seen, and he wants nothing more than to take away the pain you’re feeling.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jun asks, and you scoff, turning away and looking back up at the stars. He frowns at your reaction, and you begin to wonder if the stars could ever be brighter than the galaxy in Jun’s eyes.

“Yn?” You turn to glance at Jun, staring into his eyes, while his trail after the tear falling from your left eye.

You decide that the stars are no rival to Jun’s galaxy.

“How could I tell my best friend that I love him, when he’s never even noticed me.” You state, and Jun shakes his head frantically at you. You squint at him, and he reaches out to grasp your hand, but you pull away again.

“Yn-”

“Are you going to tell me that I’m wrong? How am I wrong when all you’ve done since the beginning was introduce me to the people you go on dates with, huh? How am I wrong when you’ve never once caught onto the fact that I love you.” Your sadness slowly turns into anger at the way Jun stares at you in shock. You shake your head, trying to wipe away the tears that continue to fall past your eyes, wondering how many tears you’ve shed for the man in front of you.

Jun just can’t help but stare, feeling his own heart break within his chest at how stupid he is. How he never noticed. How he never admitted that he loved you. How he dated around to try and fill the void in his heart that can only be filled when he’s with you. How is he so stupid?

You cover your face with your hands for a moment, feeling pathetic at the fact that you can’t stop crying. You finally look back up at Jun after a second, and you shake your head at him. You take a step towards him, and point your finger directly over his heart, and look up into his eyes.

“Despite everything, it’s still you.” You whisper, and Jun’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to think of the words to say. While you just stare into his eyes, the tears continue to fall past your own.

You question whether or not the love and sadness you see in his eyes is just a reflection of your own.

“But it’s not me for you, right?” You ask, and Jun doesn’t respond. He’s internally quaking at the fact that you love him, but you don’t know that.

So you take his silence as his answer, taking a step back, you give him a sad smile. Running a hand through your hair, you turn to walk off the balcony and back into the house. Your hand rests on the doorknob when Jun finally speaks.

“It’s always been you.” You freeze, hand clutching the doorknob when you turn to look at Jun. The moonlight casts a glow over his skin as he stares at you, and you come to the answer that the love and sadness in his gaze isn’t just a reflection of your own.

“What?” Jun takes a few steps towards you and grasps your hand. You stare down at your connected hands, and you wonder why you pulled away in the first place.

this whole hand holding shit is nice.

“It’s always been you, yn. I love you, and I’m so, so sorry it took this long for me to finally tell you.” Jun confesses, and now it’s your turn to just stare at him in a shocked silence. “I’m so sorry for all the tears you’ve shed, and all the pain I’ve caused because of my own stupidity.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I- I was stupid. I never thought you would give me the time of day, or-”

“Have you seen yourself?!” You sputter, and Jun shrugs in reply. “You’re the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen! And when I got to know you, I saw you as the most perfect human being.”

“I just! I didn’t know! I’m stupid yn, you know this.” Jun says with a little laugh, and you can’t help but giggle back, shaking your head at him. Jun lets go of your hand so that he can reach up and grasp your face with both of his hands, wiping away the tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“So please stop crying. You shouldn’t let yourself cry over me. I’m not as great as you think considering the fact that I couldn’t even tell that the girl I’m in love with loves me back.” Jun mutters, and you let out another giggle, causing him to smile. You shake your head at him, and he leans down, resting his forehead onto yours as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes.

“I’m stupid, and I know this is so long overdue. But if you’d let me, I’d like to take you out on a date.” Jun whispers, and you let out a smile at how ridiculous this all is. Just a minute ago, you were pouring out your heart to this man under the assumption that he didn’t love you back on the balcony of Jungkook’s house. Speaking of Jungkook’s house, you pause when you remember who Jun came with.

“What about Aiya?” You ask, and Jun purses his lips at the thought of her, and you scrunch up your nose when the action causes him to peck the tip of your nose.

“She kept seeing me take glances at you throughout the night. So when you threw up over Hao’s shoes and saw me immediately stand up, she told me to be with you. She said it was rather upsetting how I go for everyone else when it’s obvious that I only have eyes for you.” Jun mutters sheepishly, and you decide that you do like Aiya. She’s cool.

“She did not lie.”

“Nope, not one bit.” Jun agrees, and you chuckle. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment in silence, and Jun leans back so that he can get a glimpse of your whole face. He smiles fondly at the sight of the sparkles in your eyes.

“So, what do you say?” Jun asks, and you find a smile breaking out over your features as you nod your head.

“Yes Jun, I’d love to go out with you.”

“Fucking FINALLY!” You and Jun jump apart at the sudden voice, just to find Mingyu and Minghao standing by the balcony doors, with Minghao holding his shoes in a plastic bag. You mutter out a quiet apology, and Minghao raises his hand up towards you, basically saying that it’s okay.

“How long have you been standing there?” Jun asks, his hand resting on your waist, and your heart does a a fucking windmill within your chest.

“Long enough to know that you two stopped being stupid.” Minghao answers, and Mingyu lets out a sleepy smile. You purse your lips at Minghao’s snarkiness, but then remember that you just threw up on his shoes.

“Anyways, can we head back to my apartment now? I just wanna eat ramen and watch Train to Busan or something.” You and Jun turn to glance at each other before turning back to your two friends.

“Yeah sure, but you know how yn gets when we watch that movie.” Jun says as the four of you begin walking off the balcony. You pinch his side, causing him to chuckle.

“It’s not my fault that shit hurted.” You mumble, and Mingyu grins. The four of you walk down the stairs and out of the house after bidding goodbye to Jungkook, who is currently vibing with Taehyung in a corner of the room.

Minghao glances down at his throw up shoes in the bag, before turning back towards you and Jun, seeing the two of you walking with happy smiles on your faces. When you all finally reach the car and step inside, he lets out a sigh, and the three turn to look at him.

“I guess we have yn throwing up on my shoes to thank.” Minghao jokes, and the three burst into laughter while you profusely apologize for vomiting on Minghao’s sneakers. He pats your head, “It’s okay. You and Jun finally being together makes up for it.”

Jun tilts his head to the side, “Really?”

To which Minghao turns in the driver's seat to glance at Jun in the backseat beside you, and he shoots him a death glare. “No, that only applies to yn. You owe me new shoes.”

Jun rolls his eyes, cursing Minghao under his breath as he rests his head onto your shoulder, and you smile softly. You press a kiss to the top of Jun’s head before closing your eyes. Jun closes his eyes as well, a smile displayed on his features.

After a few minutes of silence into the car ride, Minghao glances up into the rearview mirror, just to find you and Jun fast asleep. With his head resting on your shoulder, and your head resting over his head, and he lets out a quiet chuckle.

You and Jun are finally happy.

And Minghao couldn’t have wished for anything better.

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⊱ Summer Nights ⊰

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader (f)

Summary: You and Keanu go skinny dipping. Need I say more?

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Language, skinny dipping, fingering, pool sex

A/N: Inspired by my fellow thirsty hoe @keanusreefs. This one’s for you :)))

The heatwave crippled the city of Los Angeles with unrestrained brutality. Temperatures soared over 90 degrees each day, often reaching a hundred by noon. The smoldering streets would send up disorienting waves of heat. The trees and the grass stood unnaturally still from the absence of winds. No one dared to move under the scorching rays of the hot sun.

Not even you.

For the past three days, the air conditioning unit has been your saving grace. It was only after sunset, and when the night took over did you start feeling a sense of relief, but even then, the sweltering heat still lingered on. If it weren’t for the cold air blasting inside your house, it would be nearly impossible for you to get a good night’s sleep.

But, alas, of all the days the AC could break, it chose to do so on the hottest days ever recorded in LA.

What great fucking timing it had.

“Babe, relax,” your partner Keanu tried to calm you down, already feeling the sweat dripping down the side of your head. “I called the repairman, and he’ll be here tomorrow afternoon to fix the unit.”

Groaning, you attempted to fan yourself with your hands, but the exertion of doing so only made it worse. “I’m seriously going to check-in at a hotel tonight. There’s no way I’m staying in this house without air conditioning, in the midst of a heatwave.”

Keanu could only laugh at your reaction, and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Sweetheart, we can leave the windows open in our room. We have an electric fan that we can use and have it pointed at us in bed.”

“Oh, nope. You are not sleeping in the same bed as me,” you pointed out before heading to the kitchen, Keanu trailing closely behind.

“And why not?”

“Honey, I love you, but you’re a cuddler, and I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep with a warm body beside me.” You opened up the freezer, allowing the chilly air to escape as you stood in front of it, relishing the momentary relief it gave.

Keanu glanced at you, shaking his head with a slight chuckle. Rolling your eyes, you watched as he rounded the kitchen island, coming to stand next to you. You could see the smirk playing on his lips as his hand grasped your wrist, pulling your body towards him and away from the gentle cold breeze.

“What are you doing?” You asked him as he dragged you to the sliding door leading out to the deck.

“You need to cool down,” Keanu simply answered, stepping over the threshold once he slid the door open, and you were both greeted by the warmth of the summer air.

Arching a brow at him, he guided you down the steps cautiously before ambling towards the sparkling swimming pool in the backyard. The water glistened underneath the moonlight, glowing a soft blue hue from the dim underwater lights illuminating from it. The pool was in absolute pristine condition, having been cleaned that very same morning.

Crossing your arms, you didn’t know why Keanu had brought you outside until one by one, he started to strip off his clothes right then and there.

“Are you alright? I think the heat’s getting into your head,” you quipped as he tossed his shirt somewhere on the grass before unbuckling his jeans, letting it fall to the ground.

“I’m doing just fine,” he returned, kicking his pants off to the side as he stood there wearing nothing but his boxers. “We should go for a swim. It’s a better way to cool down instead of complaining.”

“Funny,” you added dryly before noticing Keanu hooking his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and swiftly removing it from his body.

You felt the heat creeping up your face as your eyes widened at the sight of his bareness.

“You like what you see, baby?”

Keanu slowly turned his entire body around, fully displaying it off to you as your heart began to race. You couldn’t help ogle at your boyfriend, who knew pretty damn well how attractive he was to you. Everything about him was perfect, especially the delicious cock hanging between his legs, which was already beginning to harden right before your eyes.

He was so beautiful, and even after four years of dating, you still couldn’t believe that he was yours.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a loud splash made when Keanu jumped into the deep end of the pool, fully nude. He emerged back up to the surface seconds later, brushing his hair away from his face before floating leisurely on his back.

“Come in, babe! The water’s amazing,” he grinned, beckoning you to join him in the pool, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” you said, but as you turned away to head back into the house, you heard Keanu calling out your name. “What?”

“Where are you going?” He questioned, gracefully threading towards the ledge of the pool by your feet.

You glared at him incredulously. “Uh, to put on my swimsuit?”

“What for? Just take off your clothes and jump in.”

“No, I’m not going to do that,” you responded, shaking your head at Keanu.

“And why not?” He cocked his head to the side, the pale blue light shining in his eyes. God, he looked so enticing as he stared up at you, dark hair slicked back as droplets of water dripped down his beard.

You moved closer towards the edge, kneeling down on the concrete. “I’m not skinny dipping with you in the pool. Not when our neighbors could be watching.”

“Baby, don’t mind them,” Keanu assured you as his hands reached for the hem of your shirt, lifting it up to peek at the skin underneath. “They shouldn’t be watching in the first place.”

You felt his calloused fingers lightly squeezing at your hip, and you breathed out a sigh. Even the slightest of touch from Keanu could make you want him so desperately. His lustful gaze silently pleaded with you not to be shy now, and it was working, which didn’t come as a complete shock.

You could never deny him, no matter how hard you tried.

“Fine, you win,” you giggled, getting back up on your feet and walking a few steps backward.

Slowly, you began undressing in front of Keanu as he leaned against the ledge, enjoying the little show you were putting on for him. Biting your bottom lip, you first removed your top and set it behind one of the plastic lounge chairs. Next, you shimmied your shorts down over your hips, taking them off as well. From afar, you could hear Keanu’s sharp intake of breath as one of his hands dipped back into the pool, undoubtedly to touch himself as you finally shed your bra and panties.

Once nude, you sauntered over to the opposite end of the pool, adding a saucy sway to your hips while Keanu stared unabashedly. You inhaled a deep breath before diving in, a rush of bubbles surrounding you as you reached the bottom of the pool. Moments later, you quickly swam back up, taking in a lungful of air when you broke through the surface.

“That...was...refreshing,” you beamed, surprised that water was actually cold, and you were feeling much better now than before.

Glancing back, you saw Keanu waiting for you by the shallow side. His expression was unmistakably hungry, and you could feel the desire gathering low in your belly. Swimming towards him, his arms immediately circled around your body when you got near enough, pulling you into him as your breasts pushed up against his firm chest.

You wrapped your hands behind his neck, your fingers tangling themselves in his thick hair as you drew him closer. Crushing your lips against Keanu’s, his tongue quickly found yours, teasing each other as your breaths grew heavier, and the need became stronger.

Keanu’s hand came up to firmly cup your soft mound as he lowered his head, his lips encasing themselves around your nipple before sucking hard. You let out a moan as his hands expertly explored every inch of your skin, briefly forgetting that the two of you were outside where others might hear or see you.

“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered as you placed your hands on his chest, his skin almost burning in contrast to the cold waters gently crashing onto you. “It’s just us. Besides, we’ve never done it in the pool before.”

You caught the mischievous glint in his eye, causing you to smile up at him. “Well, we better change that then.”

Leaning in, you kissed him passionately once again as he pressed your back against the wall of the pool, feeling his hardened cock on your thigh. You were losing yourself in the kiss and didn’t notice Keanu’s hand disappearing below the water until you felt his thick fingers gliding smoothly between your folds.

“Fuck, baby,” you murmured breathlessly as Keanu’s forehead came to rest on yours. His warm breath softly fanned your face as he massaged your inner walls, gradually stretching out your cunt for him later on.

You clamped your eyes shut as his pace quickened, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles over your clit, bringing you closer to orgasm. With his free hand, he lifted your left leg up for more leverage. The new angle allowed his digits to slide even further into your core, sinking past his knuckles as deep as they could go.

“Don’t stop, Ke,” you whimpered as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, your nails clawing at the back of his shoulders as the water lapped at your bodies. You were no longer able to control the loud moans escaping your throat, letting them out freely into the open air. “I-I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

Keanu curled his fingers inside you, brushing up against your sensitive spot. Soon after, you clenched tightly around him, screaming out in pure bliss as you rode out wave after wave of intense pleasure.

Your chest heaved as Keanu gave you time to come down from your high. Eventually, your eyes fluttered open again, and the first thing you saw was the smug look flashing across his face.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?”

Your gaze drifted down to his hand, which was still under the water, giving his shaft a few tugs as he waited for a response. Smiling, you reached below and guided the tip of Keanu’s engorged cock to your pussy.

The two of you moaned softly as he sheathed himself inside of you. You twined your legs around his waist as he pinned you against the wall. His arms supported your weight before he started thrusting into you with slow and deliberate strokes.

“Keanu—shit, baby. You’re fucking me so good,” you gasped once he picked up speed, water splashing out of the pool and smacking against the deck. “Not gonna last long.”

“M-Me, too,” he grunted into your ear, his rhythm now faltering as he approached his climax. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You couldn’t find your voice to respond back to him, too lost in your own pleasure to concentrate on more than one thing at a time, and currently, you were focused on your sweet, sweet release.

You could feel your orgasm building up again, threatening to burst at any second. Tilting your head up, you captured Keanu’s mouth in a searing kiss, faintly tasting the nicotine from a cigarette he had smoked earlier.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby,” he husked after pulling away for a breath. “I want to see you come. I want to feel you squeeze my cock. Come on, let go for me.”

Your body quivered as Keanu pounded hard and fast into you, the water sloshing everywhere before finally you tensed up, crying out in ecstasy as you reached your peak. Your walls tightened around his girth when suddenly, he stiffened, and you felt his cock pulsing in your cunt, pumping a heavy load of his hot, viscous cum deep inside of you.

You held each other for a little while, basking in the afterglow as the water settled down around you. Shivering, you glanced up at Keanu, who had enveloped in a warm embrace. The wet ends of his hair slightly covered his face, and with your hand, you brushed it back so that your eyes could meet his.

“You’re getting cold now, are you?” Keanu chortled, and you were quick to nod at him. He smiled softly as he gingerly picked you up in his arms and carried you out of the pool.

Carefully, he set you down on the lounge chair before quickly running back inside the house to grab towels. You were using the shirt you had placed behind the chair to pat your face dry when Keanu returned to the backyard, a towel hanging around his hips as he offered you your own.

“So, was it as bad as you thought?” He wondered as you dried yourself off with the towel before wrapping it around your body.

“No, I guess it wasn’t,” you replied with a smile. “It’s not even that hot outside anymore.”

“See, you were just dramatic,” Keanu joked, and you glared at him sternly. “I’m kidding, okay. I think we can survive one night and half a day without air conditioning.”

“We’ll see, but we’re still not sleeping in the same bed.”

Keanu raised his brow. “Seriously?”

Chuckling, you shook your head as you stood up on your feet. “After what you did back there, I think it would be cruel of me to let you sleep on the couch.”

You sweetly kissed the corner of his mouth, and then released a contented sigh, taking Keanu’s hand into yours. “Shower with me?”

He squeezed your hand gently, his lips curving up into a smile before stepping to the side. “Of course. Lead the way.”

The long summer days brought unbearable heat, but at the end of those days, always came these tender summer nights.

And as long as these nights were shared with Keanu, you wouldn’t mind the heat at all.

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etlunainmorte · 5 years

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You patiently and cautiously waited for the Fury to attack you. The wounds you received from it didn't really bother you but, your inability to actually defeat it was starting to really annoy you. The others must have already retired from the mission and you knew you were the only one left in the battlefield.

You were actually used to it, being left alone by others who were physically stronger than you.

Yes, you have admirable skills as a gunslinger but, still, like most of the Devil May Cry clients, you're just a mere human. Well, Lady, the one called the Walking Arsenal, is one, however, she was clearly a lot stronger than you.

And your weakness was starting to catch up on you.

You turned around just in time as the Fury materialized right above you. You pointed your dual guns at it and fired at its face, fatally wounding it and finally bringing it down, killing it instantly.

Your arms dropped to your side as you collapsed on the ground, your chest getting heavier and heavier by the second,...

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Day 17

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You opened your eyes as memories of that day rapidly flashed through your mind.

The moon had already risen high above the evening sky, and the little lights that adorned the picturesque city of Paris rivalled that of the summer stars.

You realized you were staying in the balcony for who knows how many hours, and it's actually starting to take a toll on your knees.

With a sigh, your dainty fingers left the metal railing as you made your way back inside the little vintage house you were renting during your indefinite stay in the city of love. You slid the glass door open, went inside, and carefully closed it. With what little amber light your lamp ( a gift from Nico ) provided for your small and yet cozy room, you made your way towards the bed, climbed on top of it, and pulled the covers over your tired body. Your hand idly reached for the lamp on the bed side table and turned it off. You desired so much for a long and peaceful slumber with a promise of a brighter and more positive tomorrow.

You pulled your favorite stuffed animal closer to your chest, curled on the side, and closed your eyes. Not a few seconds in and you could already reach a nice dream,...

Tap tap tap,...

Your eyes snapped open at the strange sound you just heard. You stared into the darkness for a while, thinking about what you just heard.

Nope, you simply thought as you closed your eyes once again. It's only my over - active imagination,...

Tap tap tap,...

There it was again! But, this time, the noises were a bit louder. You opened your eyes and turned to look at the glass door, feeling so scared fo what will happen next.

Tap tap tap,...

Came the noises once more, and this time, you were sure: someone, or something, was knocking on the glass door.

You nervously gulped as your hand reached for the spatula near the lamp. You carefully left the bed as you made your way towards the door.

Impossible! Impossible! There's no way in hell -

"(Y/N), it's me."

Came an all too familiar voice on the other side of the door. Your eyes widened as your bare feet automatically made their way towards the source of the sound like lost a little lamb wanting so much to reunite with its shepherd. You parted the heavy cream curtains and slid the door open, and what greeted you outside simply took your breath away.

His eyes widened in admiration as he scanned your features from head to foot, and his lips almost cracked a smile when he saw the weapon in your hand.

"A spatula." He began. "Against the likes of me. Really, mon amour?"

"Vergil!" You literally moaned as you breathed a sigh of utter relief. "What are you doing here?"

The tall man in blue finally smiled as he looked into your eyes with something you couldn't quite tell.

Was it,... desire?

"I will absolutely tell you, but you must, first, put the spatula down and let me in."

With those playful words, you brought the metal thing down at the same time you let your guard down.

But, you remained vigilant.

"And what if I say no?"

"Then, I will have to force my way in. And take the spatula away from your hand."

For a moment, no words were said between the two of you, and when Vergil's attempt at a cop joke finally set in, you couldn't help but giggle.

"I don't believe you!" You cracked through your suppressed giggles. "Can you even do that?"

The man's lips curled at the side as he stepped into the threshold of your home, closed the glass door, and simply walked towards you. You stopped giggling as you looked up at the man who was now glancing at you with such gravity that made you utterly powerless in front of him.

"Do not,..." he whispered as he gently touched the fist that was holding unto the tool. " ... tempt me."

"I'm not,... " you mumbled as you felt the warmth of his hand. If it weren't for the embarrassing and awkward situation you were formerly in, namely the incident with the group chat, you would have thrown all attempts at pretense and simply wrapped your arms around the guy. You missed him so much, and you cannot contain yourself from letting out your real emotions to him. "... tempting,... you."

"Then,... " he answered as his fingers slowly slid against your knuckles and carefully grasped the tool, gently prying it loose from your hand. " ... let us not start with violence, shall we?"

Your eyes followed the movements of his slender hand as it stole the spatula from yours and carefully placed it on the rosewood table near the door. And, of course, your eyes did not miss it as it touched your cheek, gently cupping it, his thumb brushing against your smooth skin.

"You haven't answered my question." You managed to say as his other hand also went up to your cheek and commenced its caressing movements.

He hummed as he brushed your (H/C) locks away from your face. "Isn't it obvious? I came here for you."

"Why?"

Instead of answering your question right away, he pulled you into his warm embrace, his arms ever so emollient against your body. He buried his face into your hair as his hands went up and down your back, giving you sweet sensations and effectively calming your nerves.

"You're not answering my calls and I'm so worried." He told you. "Were you mad at me?"

"W - what? No! I'm not. I will never be mad at you,..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

You whined a bit as he stopped caressing your back. His hands went back to your face as he cupped your cheeks, his light - colored eyes not leaving your (E/C) ones even for a moment.

"You are still upset of what happened. I know."

You slightly shook your head as your hands went up to touch his.

"Then, why won't you talk to me? Answer me, my love, please."

My love,...

"I thought you loved someone else?" You sincerely asked, your own question seemingly making your heart twitch in slight pain. Not a good sign,...

To this, Vergil only smiled. Of course, he knew the truth about the woman called Vicky.

But, apparently, you haven't realized it, yet.

"My dearest, I love one and only one." He answered with a teasing smile.

You smiled at him and finay accepted how oblivious you were from the very beginning.

The moment you walked through that door and saw him for the very first time, you knew that the encounter, and all other things about him and you, would someday lead to this very moment. You rehearsed the words you would say to him night and day, even envisioned the moment countless of times.

But, now,...

Why must your tongue betray you?

"B - but, Vicky! She - "

You began but, his lips captured yours in a passionate kiss, drowning everything else within you. His hands left your face as he pulled you close to his body, his swift movements making your hands clutch the smooth fabric of his coat. Your hands, then, went up and snaked around his neck, making him pull you even closer to him if it's still possible. And with that subtle permission of yours, he deepened his kiss, eliciting a sweet muffled moan of pleasure from you which almost sent him to insanity.

He wanted you so, so much. He knew it right from the very beginning when you gave him that innocent look and sheepish smile as you introduced yourself. Months and months and months of denial to his ever growing feelings towards you finally led him to this moment where nothing else matters, not even his lack of etiquette for entering an unchaperoned maiden's room in the middle of the night.

But, alas! He doesn't care.

You are his, and his alone.

And him? He's yours,...

... until the end of time.

And just before the storm of passionate kisses could turn into something else entirely, he reluctantly broke it off. With shortness of breath, he observed your delicate and disappointed face as you tried to initiate round two.

"I haven't explained why I was absent for a week." He whispered. You only raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to go on. He chuckled as he let you go for a brief moment to retrieve something from his coat pocket.

Your eyes widened in surprise at the beauty of the antique jewelry in Vergil's hand. It was a silver - chained necklace with a simple sapphire gem.

"It's,... breathtaking." You gasped as Vergil put it around your neck.

"This belonged to my mother when she was still around." Vergil explained. "Apparently, my foolish brother traded it for money with a shady dealer who I've tracked down a hundred miles away from Red Grave."

To this revelation, you simply laughed. "Electric bills, I guess?"

"And water. Not to mention his wifi connection."

"Oh, my God,..."

"But, now, it's all yours. So is my heart, body, and soul. I'm yours, (Y/N)."

Your fingers glided on the chain around your neck as you looked up at him. But, then, your smile vanished as a small inconvenience finally hit you.

"Are you,... are you going to leave?"

"What? No! Do you want me to?"

"No!" Your high - pitched voice almost startled you. You got Vergil now. "Of course, not,..."

And you don't intend on letting him go, ever again.

"So, you'll stay with me?"

Vergil took your hands and gave each knuckle a kiss. "For as long as you like."

"How about forever?"

The man smiled proudly as he pulled you close once more.

"Gladly." He answered, then took a good long look at the room, which was slightly cluttered with art materials. After your retirement from Demon hunting, you pursued your art career, which made your life a little less boring. "But, please, don't show me that spatula ever again."

You giggled as your arms went around him. "Don't hate on the spatula."

"I'll try."

"What now?" It wasn't your intention to make your question sound suggestive but, Vergil picked up on it automatically.

"Dante and the others would definitely tease us to no end if they found out that we finally shagged."

"Oh, you're right."

You gave him a serious look and after a few moments of awkward silence, your lips curled up, imitating his smirk from earlier. This earned a confused look from the man.

So was the one question that came out of your lips.

"Wanna shag?"

"Yes, please."

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The Day He Died (pt 2)

--> the last one got cut off bc we love 100 paragraphs limit so we'll just continue off where we left off.

"My father- is he okay? Where is he?"

Grace's smile faded. Sympathy etched her eyes.

"Your father did not make it, but you protected your friend."

Emotion swelled up and a sob escaped from your mouth. It was ugly and loud and you clamped a hand over your mouth as tears poured from your eyes.

Grace rubbed a hand over your arm, trying to sooth you.

It was later in the afternoon that you heard a knock on your door. You had been crying for hours, but it finally felt like there were no more tears left in your body.

The door slowly opened and the timid boy, Ben, from the party peeked in.

He wasn't wearing his mask, but when he entered the room you could see he was still wearing the uniform.

"Hey... I just wanted to check on you.." His voice was almost like a whisper. He stood awkwardly next to the door, his hands held behind his back.

He looked around the room, his nervousness nearly palpable.

"I, uh, brought you something?"

You looked up at him and gently smiled. After all, your whole childhood was meant to be the perfect little girl your parents had raised you to be. If someone felt uncomfortable around you, you were doing something wrong. So, you invited him to sit on the bed with you.

He perched nervously on the edge of the mattress and held out a store bag to you.

"Oh, you didn't have to, Ben."

He raised his eyebrows. "You remember my name?"

"Of course I do."

He seemed touched by this. You assumed he must've been neglected as a child. Living with four other kids could do that.

You grabbed the bag and opened it. You picked up a small white box, and inside the box was a silver chain with a small blue pendant hanging from it.

"It's beautiful."

He gave you a weak smile, but he seemed happy by your gratitude.

You both sat in silence for a bit, but a question pressed at you.

"What happened? At the party."

He scratched the back of his neck.

"Ben..?

He glanced over at you, and then the door. Finally he spoke up.

"Some guys with guns came in. They shot the Vice President. And you."

"What happened after that?"

He cleared his throat and shifted on the bed.

"My brothers and sister and I, we fought them off." He looked over at you, then down at your stomach, where the blankets hid the bandages that were probably still soaked in blood.

"You killed someone."

Your face felt like someone threw cold water on it.

"I- what?"

"You killed someone. He stood over you and you just stared at him and- I don't know how to describe it. The blood on the floor- it moved towards you, like-like a vacuum was sucking it back towards you. And then he just started shaking, then he got a nose bleed and fell down." He spoke frantically.

What did you do? You put your head in your hands.

"I- I killed someone? I'm a monster..."

Ben's hands grabbed yours and suddenly he was staring intensely at you.

"No. You are nothing of the sort. You defended yourself."

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N. You are awake."

Ben jumped off the bed and stood at attention, like a soldier would. Sir Hargreeves walked into the room. His shoes clicked off the floor and his back stood very straight.

Everything about him freaked you out.

"Hello Sir Hargreeves." You kept the sentence very curt. You wanted him to leave.

"I hope Grace and Ben have attended to you dutifully. A politician's daughter deserves the best."

The mention of your father sent a pang of pain through your nerves, enticing tears to creep into your eyes, but you held it together.

"Due to the unfortunate events of last evening, you have been enrolled in the Umbrella Academy. When you are healed, you will begin training at once. Breakfast is at 8 a.m. Studies are from 9 o'clock to 3 o'clock. You may observe my other children's training at 4 o'clock. Dinner is at 7 p.m. You will find your uniforms in the closet. Rest well now."

Hargreeves turned his back to you and began to walk out of the room.

"Wait!" You called out to him.

He turned on his heel and he looked annoyed.

'My mother, what happened to her?"

He smirked a bit. "She felt that you would be better suited at the Academy and has found herself unable to attend to a child."

He walked out without another word.

That was the day you began to feel hate. Hate for Reginald. Hate for your mother. Hate for yourself.

Now, over a decade later, you returned to the house you despised, to celebrate the death of the man you despised. You were Number 8. You could control blood. And you were ecstatic that Reginald's blood no longer flowed.

The reunion was bittersweet. You all sat around the kitchen table, listening to each other's stories. Allison became a pop star with a decaying marriage, but reading about her in the magazines always interested you. Oh how her reality seemed like a dream. Probably because it was. You hadn't spoken to Luther since you left the house. Apparently he went to the moon- which he wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. Poor Daddy's Boy was perturbed by Reginald's death. It was probably wise he didn't know you were happy about it. He seemed all too excited to blame one of his siblings for the death. Diego wore this leather superhero costume. You observed him. You guessed growing up a superhero didn't easily wash away from someone. The whole vigilante thing did scare you, as Diego's safety was always a concern for you. Giving knives to a small child wasn't a smart idea of Reginald's, so that seemed to have some lasting effects to Diego's recklessness. Klaus's drug addiction took over his life. You watched him stumble into the house, obviously high, and a hospital bracelet circled his wrist. He looked tired, his eyes dark and sunken, yet his energetic self drew attention away from his own mess. It was probably for the best that he wasn't in a state to contact Reginald. Vanya was the last to show up. Growing up, she was always very quiet and pushed to the side. She still acted like that, like a victim. You tried being friends with her as a kid, but she always seemed intimidated by you, maybe even jealous. Being a politicians daughter though, you learned not to bother yourself with people who were not constantly in the lime light, and so, you never had a relationship with Vanya. You quietly watched the messed up kids you grew up with sit around the lounge. You kept separate. You never felt like you fit in, not the way Vanya did, but because you didn't want to. They all accepted the life they were drawn into by Reginald, but you despised it. This wasn't your life, and it never would be.

You grew up to become a politician, like your father. You advocated women's rights, children's rights, and adoption rights. You traveled the world, met world leaders, and rose through the ranks rapidly.

How you did it? Well, your father raised you right, but so did Reginald.

Like the Academy, you learned how to fight, but instead of becoming a superhero, well, you became a villain. And no, you weren't the "I want to take over the world" villain, you had a goal, and you were going to accomplish that goal by any means necessary. You've drained the blood out of dictators of third world countries. You've seen the blood flow from the eyes of abusive parents. You've had political dinners end with corrupt politicians, face down in their soup with blood dripping from the table cloths to stop all out nuclear war. You were the best of the best. And yes, you were technically a bad guy, but you were damn good at it.

And that's how Reginald died.

It was two days ago, you were in the city in which your step-"father" lived, and you wanted to visit Grace, the robotic woman who was more motherly than your own mother. You had walked through the mahogany double doors and were greeted by Grace's warm embrace.

"Sir Reginald isn't in right now, but please stay for tea or coffee or whatever you like." She had patted your head and led you into the kitchen. She learned when you first joined the family that you had no intention of calling Reginald your father, and she respected that, which made you love her more.

She had made you tea and sat with you, listening to the March rain patter against the windows. Her presence relaxed you and made you forget about the bloody lifestyle you lived. After some light conversation about your job, Allison's front page scandals, and whatever small talk you could think of, you eventually found yourself wandering the house.

You then found yourself staring at the doors of Reginald's study. The doors were shut and the room itself emanated pure coldness that bit through the normal warmth of the rest of the house.

For some reason, you were compelled to go inside. You gently brushed your fingers against the old books on the bookshelves. The smell of the room was like a library, but Reginald's cologne choked through the papery smell of the books- really any trace of him made you angry.

You looked at his desk and noticed an open book with his large scrawling script etched onto the pages. You gently picked up the book and turned to the cover. Pressed into the leathery black cover was 00.06 in small golden numbers.

Ben...

Why would Reginald review his notes on Ben? He had been dead for years now. The memory of the accident burned your eyes and your vision became blurred. Sucking in a breath and telling yourself to be a big girl, you flipped back to the page Reginald had left off on.

The page was dated that day, but as you read on, more and more hatred for Reginald brewed.

"Number 6 held some of the best potential, the monsters beneath his skin held power that he could have unlocked if he accepted who he was, alas, he rejected himself. He became useless to me, but he also had a natural born gift: persuasion. That's why I did what I did, his ghost would unlock the abilities of my next best potential: Number Four. He possesses abilities that he shuns with his drug abuse, and I believe Number Six's ghost will persuade him to delve into his true potential."

You heard the study doors open and looked up. Your eyes locked with Reginald's. You expected him to be furious, but he calmly walked in and stood across from you on the other side of the desk.

"Number Eight-"

"Its Y/N."

His lips thinned in annoyance, but he continued.

"Y/N... You understand why I did what I did."

Pure hatred for him swelled up within you.

"No, I don't. You had no reason to-"

He stopped you with a wave of his hand.

"You understand because you have become me."

"Excuse me?"

Reginald walked around the desk, cornering you. You tried to back up, but the back of your knees knocked into his chair, throwing off your balance and nearly pushing you down into the seat. Reginald stared down at you, his expression bland, yet his eyes cold and grim.

"You kill to get what you need done. I had Number Six killed because I needed my other children to thrive. He stood in the way of progress, but now his death can benefit the Academy, rather than be detrimental to the group's overall health." He paused a bit, letting the words crash over you. "All those orphaned children and abused women that you protect? Their rights and liberty are soaked in the blood you spill."

You felt the tears climb up your throat. You pushed the emotions aside, not letting Reginald see how his words had affected you.

Without another sentence, you pushed past him and out of the study. You ran out of that horrid house, and the rain outside mixed into your sobs as you ran down the sidewalk.

It was later that evening, and you sat in your hotel room. The same grief you felt when Ben had first died hovered over you, but you decided that instead of reaching out to your siblings about your revelation, it was easier to drown your sorrows with a bottle of whiskey. The sting of the liquor distracted you from how your throat scratched from sobbing for hours.

You sat up from bed and replayed that evening for the millionth time in your head. All you could focus on was the lack of emotion on Reginald's face- how Ben's death was nothing more than a ploy, an experiment, a plan- whatever you want to call it. You hated this man. Hated him so much. He killed the one person who showed you true, human kindness in that wretched house.

You looked up into a mirror that faced the bed. You looked like a mess, with your business suit wrinkled and hair disheveled and mascara runny. What you really focused on was the redness in your face; the red tip of your nose, the puffiness of your eyes, your overly heated cheeks, and your bloodshot eyes. The red- a color that represents love, lust, and your favorite matter- blood. You wanted to see that red drained from Reginald's body, just like it drained from your father and all those you introduced to an early and awful death.

And that's exactly what you did.

Late in the night, you crept back into that house. Well, more stumbled in your drunken state. You climbed the old stairs, past Grace who was recharging- which meant she was offline- perfect. Pogo was no where to be found, probably asleep in whatever cage your horrid step-"father" kept him in.

Then, you slowly opened the doors to Reginald's room. A single lamp was on and he sat at a desk in his room, reading some book.

His back was to you and in all his glorious ass-holiness, he muttered, "Grace, I am busy."

You swallowed, preparing you to finish the deed that had brought you here.

"Too bad I'm not Grace."

Reginald's head whipped around, his monocle nearly falling from his face.

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mountainana · 6 years

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Secret Santa Fic - All the Things You Are

Here is my gift to @marcuskaen for the prompt “Lucien x Jean + their first Christmas together”. 10,000 thank yous to @professortennant for the endless help. I hope you all enjoy the fluffiness.

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Christmas night. All the presents opened, all the company gone home, paper and ribbons cleaned away. It has been a lovely - if very warm and busy - day, and Jean finally has a moment to herself. She slips out of the house and into the back garden to catch the evening breeze. Her thoughts, as usual, turn to Lucien. And what a wonderful “first Christmas” they have had…

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Actually, it had started early in November. In spite of it having been a mild Spring day, the evening air was chilly. Lucien had poured a whiskey for himself and Jean, and then set about to build a fire. Jean took a sip of the amber liquid, and sighed as it’s warmth spread throughout her body. She had started to appreciate Scotch lately for that warmth, but now, watching her husband work, she began to wonder if the heat she felt was from the whiskey or her rising desire. His collar was unbuttoned, and his sleeves were rolled up, and watching the play of his muscles and the firelight on his skin had Jean mesmerized. Never taking her eyes from the sight of her husband, Jean moved across the room to stand beside him. She picked up his glass and ran a finger down his cheek.

“Lucien…” He looked up into her face and seeing the look in her eyes, stood without a word. She handed him his whiskey, signaling him to drink. Holding her gaze, he accepted her silent invitation and before he could form a coherent thought, she leaned in to taste the whiskey on his lips. The thought went through her mind that this was how she had developed her taste for Scotch. When he parted her lips with his tongue, she gladly deepened the kiss. Who needed Scotch? She was drunk on the taste and feel of her husband.Things were heating up quickly, but, alas, their old nemesis was about to strike.

”Rrri-i-i-i-n-n-g!!!!”

Jean sighed in frustration. “I’ll get it.” And straightening her hair, she went to answer the phone, sending him a look over her shoulder that said, ‘I’m not done with you yet.” But when she returned a few minutes later, she was shaking her head in disbelief.

“Darling, is everything alright? Who was on the phone?”

“It was Christopher. He has invited us to Adelaide next weekend for the Christmas parade.”

Lucien patted the space beside him on the couch. “Well, that’s wonderful news! Tell me what he had to say.

”Jean joined him and snuggled into his shoulder. “He said Amelia is so excited about Christmas this year that they decided the parade would be just the thing. And Ruby… Ruby (!)…suggested that we might like to join the fun.” She looked at Lucien and laughed. “Can you believe it?”

Jean’s happiness was infectious, and Lucien gathered her closer for a kiss. “Splendid! When do we leave?

”They arrived at the Beazley house late the next Friday afternoon. After a lovely dinner Jean took Amelia upstairs to get her ready for bed. They washed up and brushed teeth and got into pajamas. Amelia had chosen a story she wanted to hear, so Jean got her into bed and snuggled down beside her to read. When Lucien tiptoed upstairs to see how they were doing, the sight that greeted him brought tears to his eyes. Jean was reading as Amelia listened with rapt attention, looking at Jean with such love that Lucien couldn’t turn away. He took in the scene vowing to himself he would hold this memory forever.

The next morning, they crowded into Christopher’s car and headed downtown for the parade. Amelia could hardly contain her excitement as she sat on her daddy’s shoulders and took in all the bands and floats. It had been years since Lucien and Jean had been to a parade and they got caught up in the spectacle as well, but truth be told, they had the most fun watching Amelia. When Santa Clause came by she was so thrilled that Ruby, laughing, had to keep her from slapping Christopher’s head in her joy

.On the way back to Ballarat Jean scooted over on the seat to be close to Lucien and sighed with contentment. “This was just the perfect way to start our first Christmas.”

And now, in the fading light of this day she is thinking ‘Yes, but it was only the start’. She remembers that first Friday in December when she returned home from shopping and was met at the front door by Lucien.

Before Jean could say hello, he grabbed her around the waist and brought her in for a fiery kiss. As they came up for air she said shakily, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”Lucien just pointed above their heads to the mistletoe that hung from the doorway. “Well,” she smiled mischievously, “We certainly can’t let perfectly good mistletoe go to waste.” And she leaned in and gave as good as she got

.Lucien finally pulled back and said, “I’m so glad you feel that way.” He opened the door and stepped back to let her in the house ahead of him. Not two steps in, she stopped with a gasp and covered her mouth in surprise. Then she burst into delighted laughter. For there, in every doorway in the house, Lucien had hung a sprig of mistletoe. And, oh, they had a lovely time kissing their way from one doorway to the next!

Then there was the morning of December 5th when the not-so-newlyweds woke up to a driving rain. As the morning progressed, the weather continued to worsen and one by one each of Lucien’s surgery patients, not wanting to brave the storm, called to reschedule their appointments.

Now there are those who would curse the storm and consider the day ruined. But for two people like Lucien and Jean Blake, it was a gift of time. Time for quiet conversation and private jokes. Time for endearments. And caresses. And kisses. And…

The day wasn’t wasted at all.

The rain finally ended and gave way to what promised to be a beautiful sunset. “Come with me, Love. Let’s take a little walk.”

Hand in hand they walked out to the garden. Jean’s flowers were a riot of color and the air was heavy with their fragrance. The two made their way through the flowers in comfortable silence. Jean was filled with such a tangible feeling of contentment she thought she might burst. ‘I wonder if Lucien feels this way, too.’ The thought had no sooner entered her mind than Lucien stopped and kissed her hand - so gently, almost reverently. He lifted his gaze to meet hers and the look of love on his face made her breath catch. He tucked her hand through his arm and they walked back to the house.

When they got to the kitchen they realized how muddy their shoes had gotten. “Let’s just leave them here outside the door - we don’t want to track up your floor. We’ll clean them tomorrow.”

The next morning Jean went to bring her shoes in, but when she opened the door to get them she found a surprise instead. “Lucien! Can you come here, please?”

He came to the kitchen looking like the cat who swallowed the canary. “Yes, dear?” He was fighting hard to keep his grin under control.

“Can you explain this?” Jean asked with mock anger as she pointed to her shoes. There they sat - each one full of little gifts and treats

.“Um, well, it is St. Nicholas Day, Jean. But I can see why you might be surprised. I thought he only visited houses in France!

”“Oh, you!” She slapped his arm playfully.They brought the shoes in and opened all the gifts. Jean popped a sweet into his mouth and then enjoyed the sugar on his lips. She couldn’t stop giggling and Lucien was enjoying it almost more than she. After all was put away, Jean smiled to herself. Lucien’s little escapade had given her an idea of her own

.Oh, and the night they decorated the tree. It was so lovely, and, after all it was their ‘first’, so they put Ella Fitzgerald on the record player, and danced. Then they made love by the light of that tree.

And last night - Christmas Eve. Lucien once again moved her by his thoughtfulness when he suggested they attend Midnight Mass. The thought of going made Jean very nervous, but Lucien was so earnest in wanting to please her that she said yes. They slipped in the back and sat down. Jean reached for Lucien’s hand, took a deep breath, and let the silence settle over her. The familiar words and music wrapped around her like a comfortable old sweater. He was right - it was just what she needed.

The ride back home was quiet. “Are you alright, Love?”“Oh, my, Lucien. I am more than alright. I’m with you

.”When they got home, Lucien went to pour them both a night cap. Jean smiled and said, “Stay there, I’ll be right back.”She came in a moment later with something on a plate.

“What have you there?” Lucien asked, intrigued.

“La Buche de Noel” she said laughing. “I know I didn’t say that right” She looked at Lucien’s face as his smile disappeared and tears came to his eyes. Jean put the plate down and went to him, taking his face in her hands. “Oh, what have I done? Luicien?” I’m so sorry!

”He caught her hand. “No, Jean, it’s perfect. It’s just… I haven’t had one since my mother died. She made one every year - just for me. It was my favorite part of Christmas. And now, you….” He gathered her in his arms. “God, I love you. Thank you, my darling.”

And they fed each other the rich cake, kissing away the crumbs and cream

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What a wonderful time it had been. Sitting here in the fading light of this first Christmas, she’s a little sad for it to come to an end, but it’s late and she must go back inside.

As she passes the study, Lucien calls out softly, “Jean, can you come in for a moment?” He’s by his desk holding an old journal. Why does it look so familiar? She looks at his face and wonders why he seems suddenly shy. “I…um…I have one more gift for you. I’m afraid it isn’t wrapped. Do you mind?

”‘Do you mind.’ With those words the memory comes flooding back. She is the one holding that journal…and his sketches…my God! Those terrible images.

“Jeannie?” His voice brings her back to the present and away from that awful day. As she finally focuses on her husband’s face, she can see that he’s holding out the journal to her. “I…well…these are for you

.”With trembling hands she takes the journal from him and turns to sit. ‘What is he thinking?’ She closes her eyes and wills her hands to open her ‘gift’. With dread she opens her eyes to see what he has drawn. It’s…it’s…her! And Amelia. It’s the night she was reading the story, and Lucien has caught the expression on Amelia’s face perfectly.She looks up. “When?” she breathes

.Lucien smiles. ��Do you like it?

But she can’t wrap her mind around this. Again - “When?”

“There are more,” he says

.She lifts that first sketch, and sure enough, there she is at the sink. And at the clothes line, beating a rug. And in the sunroom with a dirty apron and a smudged nose.

Sewing a button.

Sipping tea

Holding a test tube

Holding a patient’s hand.

Sleeping - tangled in the sheets with her hair loose and glorious

.“Lucien…”

“My sweet Jean. I have seen so much pain. And for so long it consumed me. I had to let it out somehow, and when drinking wasn’t enough, I put it on paper. The pain was all I knew. It was where I lived and what I breathed. I carried it with me as surely as I carried those sketches. And even when I felt the stirrings of a new life here, I couldn’t take that first step into an unknown future. The past was a terrible place to be, but at least I knew where I was.

“But as time went by, I began to realize that you were becoming my past. And my present. And now you are my future, too. I want my journal, my home, my life to be full of you.

”Lucien opens his arms and Jean goes to him. For a moment they just stand and breathe each other in. The Jean leans back and looks deeply into her beloved’s eyes

“But…WHEN?”

Lucien throws his head back and laughs. “Oh no, my love. A husband has to have some secrets!”

And with that, Jean is ready to let this first Christmas go. They will never have a first Christmas again, but there will be a second Christmas, and a tenth, and a twenty-fifth. They will each be the other’s past and future.

And each day a present. ��<�

#tdbmsecretsanta2k17 #@marcuskaen

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The Gravity Between Stars (Star Guardians)

I wrote this for my dearly beloved @dunsparceus as a part of Fandom Loves Puerto Rico. Darling, I hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry this took way longer than it should have, so I really, really hope you like it. Thank you so much for helping the cause (and helping me contribute to the cause)!! Now that you’ve gotten me started, I have no doubt I’m going to write more embarrassingly fluffy League fics. Alas, such is life.

Here it is on Ao3, but there’s almost 13k words of star guardian found family fluff under the cut!

Pretty early on, Lulu realizes that Jinx doesn’t remember her Birth as a Guardian the way the rest of them do. It takes a while, though, for Lulu to understand that’s probably an intentional decision.

The moment Lulu, a whimsical girl with an imagination too big for a mortal body, wandered into the forest after a mischievous fae spirit, she was lost to any normal life. She heard many voices in the centuries she wandered the fae world with Pix, but the First Star speaking was never a voice, not exactly, and never left any room for doubt. The sunlight broke the miasma and crept through the ornately colored foliage and she knew, as she had always suspected, than she was destined for something bigger than aimless wandering, trapped in her own head.

Pix had chittered in terror and clung to her even as she glowed, even as she burned, bright and impossible, laughing at the sky and feeling it smile back. There was no need for fear, not from this, this fire was hers. The fear would come later, but to be able to face that, she had to let the light in first.

From that day forward, Lulu was with the First Star, felt the glowing warmth of her own starlight nestled warm and bright inside her ribs, always present, always close, always beating beside her heart. She bears this inside of her with a peaceful sort of joy.

But Lulu is getting to know her teammates. Even with the near constant scowl on Jinx’s face that is most often replaced by a smile so mean it scares the warmth from a room, the First Star only ever speaks of her with quiet sadness that is not exactly remorse, but close enough that Lulu understands. This piece of Jinx, at least, she gets.

To someone like Jinx, having something foreign and burning in your chest must feel like the worst sort of home invasion. She’s too mean to try and kick it out – she knows she can’t – so she convinces herself she’s taken it hostage and can do what she wants with it. She doesn’t want the truth, it doesn’t matter to her. When someone goes after their own memories with a rocket launcher, they aren’t really aiming for precision; Jinx rarely ever does.

They’d had to run for it after their first fight, after Jinx had nearly leveled an entire city block with weaponry they wouldn’t be able to explain to the authorities, even if Jinx hadn’t made one of the cops step in a trap. They’d been arguing the whole way home and Lulu was just about to enchant the both of them when—

“Honor my ass,” Jinx had said and she and Poppy had yelled for so long, Lulu had nearly shut herself in her closet until Janna and Lux gained some semblance of control. It wasn’t control; it was Lux tearing up and Jinx and Poppy slamming doors to blot out the image, but for 3am after a battle on a school night, it was enough.

Lux nearing her breaking point was usually enough.

They’re on the patio one night after another such stalemate, Jinx sitting in a lawn chair listening to music too loudly while Lulu sits beside her legs in the grass, staring straight up at the stars poking into view. Some are just stars, but others are like them, the First Star says. She doesn’t mention that right now; they have a long way to go and a lot of things to hit between there and here.

Instead, she turns to watch Jinx, the star who is already here, but quite obviously, somewhere else, too. She hasn’t lost her mind, not like she would have people think – but she did have some part of her burnt off. That crater was already in place when Lulu met her, leaving her callous and savage, a chaos goddess screaming with laughter. …Huh. She’d like that, if Lulu said it, but then she might get a little too inspired for so late at night and—

“What, Shrimp?” Jinx snaps too loudly, tugging out an ear bud and opening an eye to glare down at her.

Long past the point of being in any way afraid of her, Lulu just tips her head. She has too many questions and not the right words for any of them; she also knows that even if she asked, Jinx is not a fan of straight answers to those sorts of things.

“Where’s Lux?” she asks instead, and the First Star tickles at her for it, understanding what she means, but doesn’t betray Jinx for the sake of Lulu’s curiosity. That’s fine. Lulu’s not to the point of active concern yet.

Jinx sits up sharply like she’s been accused. “How should I know?” she says, popping her ear bud back into her ear and stomping into the house. Her reaction is answer enough to something Lulu couldn’t quite phrase, the answer to where this is going, where they’re falling.

She looks up at the darkness of Lux’s window and hopes they’ll land somewhere nice.

Something in her chest tells her it is.

Lux remembers her life before in a very abstract sort of way.

There was something mundane about the way her parents had wished her dreams were smaller, the way her brother had wanted her to stay home and fulfil a family duty instead of taking on the world. Lux was a headstrong little girl who always had light in her chest, even before the First Star woke her up. The only thing about her past that is distinctly clear is her Birth and Jinx, those two things inseparably mixed up in Lux’s heart.

When they were young and Jinx’s smile wasn’t so sharp and her hands were warm and tiny as they wiped the tears off a littler Lux’s face, cooing, “Clumsy little star, always falling!” And she’d giggled – giggled, not cackled – a bright and happy sound that made Lux’s tears stop faster than the bandage on her knee. Lux remembers Jinx’s laughter like it was a dream, like the warmth exploding in her chest and pinking across her cheek happened somewhere that doesn’t really exist.

The grass that was itchy under her legs and the stars twinkling overhead feel like they happened in a bubble, a closed off place in which this cheerful, light version of her best friend is held tight away from the reality of who they have to be now.

There’s so much light all around them, brilliant, beautiful light. Jinx doesn’t want any of it. Sometimes, on very bad nights, it twists in Lux’s chest to think she might not want any of Lux either. To top that off with the team dynamic struggling to stay even remotely cordial, let alone cohesive, Lux is starting to… to doubt. She doesn’t want to doubt the First Star’s mission for her, for any of them, not when she can clearly feel the golden light in her chest like she feels her own heartbeat. But something is not working and she can’t help but think it’s the fact that she’s the team leader.

Tonight it was only her tears that kept their internal fighting from escalating and now, sitting on a park bench feeling lost, feeling like a fool, she can’t stop them.

“Aw, what’s got the Starlight all dimmed tonight?”

Even through her stress, Lux can’t help but laugh a little at the sound of Ezreal’s voice. She shouldn’t be surprised he found her, she’s always in this park, with it’s wide open view of the sky and winding lamp-lit trail. It’s not the first time he’s met her here, not even the first time in the middle of the night. But…

Lux turns to him just as he sits down beside her, casually slouching in his joggers and wagging a handkerchief at her. “Why do you always show up when I’m crying?” she laughs gently, accepting it to wipe her face.

“It’s like a clarion call when stars cry,” Ezreal says with a wink and Lux can’t actually tell if he’s joking or not. He nudges her. “What’s the deal?” he asks, even though he already surely knows.

Lux has been trying so hard to get her team to work together, but they aren’t syncing up right. Ahri always seems so perfectly in place, her team always seems to know what to do the second she even looks at them. While Lux and the others bumble around and fight each other nearly as much as they fight the rift monsters. It’s frustrating for everyone and for Lux, at least, bordering on panic-inducing. She doesn’t use those exact words, but Ezreal knows this, because she’s told this story before, pacing just as she is now. She can’t stop herself until she looks up and sees the familiar sympathetic smirk on his face.

She comes back to his side to sit with a dramatic groan, “This is a disaster,” she says, head in her hands. “How does your team work so well together?” Their team has been together longer but it has to be more than that.

For a moment, Ezreal seems to think on that but then he just shrugs. “We’re not friends.”

The answer is quite straight forward, but confuses her. She still distinctly remembers Miss Fortune looking like murder personified when Lux – not her friend, not even a little – had called her by her first name. “But Miss Fortune said—”

“Sarah calls anyone who she doesn’t hate her friend. It’s a short list,” Ezreal says, smiling but there is a bit of sadness in his eyes. “It’s not about being friends. It’s not even really about trusting each other, just trusting our abilities. That’s it.”

Lux is a startled by how neutral he sounds about that, the same cool darkness of Ahri’s tone when she’d told Lux they were all just strangers. It’s a bit of a surprise to hear it from Ezreal. She shakes her head, a little horrified. “But I love my team.”

Ezreal eyes her. “Ok,” he says, like that’s odd and she flushes, a little annoyed. “Ok. That’s… I would say that’s all well and good, but, well…” he taps the hand that clenched around his handkerchief, “It doesn’t seem to be working out.”

That’s a low blow, but also—“Ez, that’s so sad,” she says, “Do you really think you can avoid loving?”

The smile on his face says is carefully vacant, so much so that Lux immediately feels bad for making him think of whatever he’s hiding. Star Guardians don’t get a lot of attachments, she knows that, but that’s where their teams come in, isn’t it? That’s the family they get to build in place of the things they’ve lost.

“We have a bigger mission that that, don’t we?” Ezreal replies eventually, he throws his arms out wide smiling up at the sky. “Exploring all the corners of the universe, even the darkest ones, and spreading light. Love isn’t really in those cards.”

If he looks a little longing at that, Lux is probably imagining it. She looks away from him, warmed and determined where she expected to feel resignation. “We do have a bigger mission, I understand that and I’m not going to shy from what the First Star chose us to do, but… Ezreal,” she looks back at him in genuine confusion, “Do you really think love is all that different from light?” She turns to face him more directly, “The Light that binds guardians together… It’s almost like the love that binds families together.”

“Families,” he repeats flatly.

Lux shrugs, sheepishly. It’s not a perfect analogy. “Well, sort of, yeah!”

There’s another long pause in which she thinks Ezreal isn’t going to grace her with a response, but then he’s shaking his head, laughing. It’s not a cruel or dismissive sound, not like he’s making fun of her, but more like he’s challenging her.

“Whatever, Starlight,” he replies, kissing her fingers as he stands. Then adds on, like he genuinely means it, “Prove me wrong.” But the laugh that follows is a little more teasing, “Show me the power of friendship and love.”

It’s just annoying enough that it’s the right thing to say, it’s a challenge, a dare. It lights a fire under her, dries up the last of her tears with the heat of it. Lux is extremely grateful to him for being able to find those moments so effortlessly, but she isn’t wrong and he’s going to admit that one day. “Fine!” she snatches her hand away making him laugh again, “I will!”

There’s something missing in their team, but it isn’t love, it’s…huh.

…Huh!

Well, there’s nothing genuine or loving about being forced together, is there? The First Star put them together for a reason, yes, but this would never work unless they chose each other, too. Lux feels herself brightening with realization; she would never try to become friends with someone just because she felt it was her duty, there is more to friendships than that. They needed more than just an abstract mission to tie them together cohesively.

“Starlight, star bright, she thinks she’s figured it out,” Ezreal smiles, backing away, “I can’t wait to see this…”

Lux sticks her tongue out at his teasing, standing up as well, newly motivated.

To be truthful, she can’t wait to see this either.

It isn’t quite like surveillance, Lux tells herself, she’s just paying more attention than usual.

Honestly, it’s a little refreshing to remember that she is still a human girl in a house with other human girls, all of whom have hobbies besides the fastest way to kill a monster and plug the hole it came out of. There are things she knows about her team that she’s never paid much mind to other than accepting them as a part of their personalities. But the next few days, she makes herself take note – literally – of what her teammates do with their free time and starts planning. She wants them all to come together, their individual hobbies and likes overlapping into activities they can all participate in.

When she notices Janna one afternoon, curled up away from the others in the window seat reading, she pauses. It’s not a very big space, not for someone adult sized, but as far as the house goes, there isn’t a whole lot of room for quiet with four other people running around the place. It’s not hard for Lux to understand Janna is a person who appreciates moments of peace and quiet, or at least one of the two for more than a few moments at a time.

Now, Lux isn’t sure she can enforce a quiet hour. In fact, she’s pretty sure that would be an uphill battle to somewhere she doesn’t even want them to go. No need to aim for things that weren’t going to be particularly helpful on top of being difficult. So a middle ground, then.

Lux watches Janna turn the page and is struck with an idea.

Surely, a book club should be easy enough, right?

The book club is a disaster.

It had seemed so easy when Lux had sat down to make notes in her Big Team Togetherness Journal. Janna likes reading and Janna is the eldest. Even Jinx is occasionally willing to defer to her seniority when she isn’t feeling particularly cantankerous. It had seemed like the best way to kick off their new bonding journey, something simple and easily spontaneous. She knows it might sound sort of boring, but once they got into the swing of it, Lux could already imagine them having spirited discussions about far off lands and interesting people. So she doesn’t mention what they’re doing, just promises to buy hot cocoa once they get there.

That was probably the first mistake.

Simply planning a time to go was clearly not enough planning, because they spend so long in the bookstore, fighting about what to read that people are staring. Lux starts to panic.

“Ok!!” she exclaims, raising her hands when Poppy and Jinx look like they’re getting close to squaring up over the merits of history books over comics. “Ok, just—” think fast, Lux, this is about sharing right? “—pick the book you want to fight for.”

“We’re fighting with books?” Jinx says, grinning.

“No,” Lux answer sharply, ignoring her groaning. “We’re each going to pick a book to read and then explain to the group why it’s so great!” Thinking on her feet has never been her strong suit, she’s always been clumsy. So suffice to say she feels pretty good for spitting out that plan like she actually planned it. She jostles when Jinx groans, leaning on her shoulder.

“Luuuuux, that sounds boring,” she complains.

Poppy still looks annoyed. “And useless.”

Lux folds her arms. “Only of you pick bad books!”

Janna lets out a soft laugh and Lulu tugs on Lux’s shirt. “I want an art book,” she says agreeably, “I can explain why those are better than whatever boring books they’re picking.”

“You don’t know what I’m going to pick, Pipsqueak!”

“You just said something boring,” Lulu replies neutrally and Lux loves her. She’s not as easily motivated by challenges as Jinx is, but, well, no harm in playing into it if it works.

They split up, Jinx and Poppy trash-talking the whole time while Janna looks Lux over knowingly before wandering into the mythology section. Lux hadn’t actually thought about what book she wanted, so she finds herself in a bit of a flurry trying to find something by the time the others are done. The book of the month is a schmaltzy romance story that Lux is a little embarrassed to admit looks exactly like the sort of thing she would read with wide eyed suspense. She decides she doesn’t have time for self-imposed shame and snags it.

It takes some wrangling to track down everyone in the store and some finagling to get them to read all in one room once they get home. It’s not actually usual for them to just be in the den together, but this is a good opportunity. She drags Jinx down onto the couch next to her and turns her best ‘please’ eyes towards Poppy. It doesn’t appear to be working until Lulu spreads out on the floor, pointedly leaving the arm chair open as Janna sits on the sofa beside Lux. It could go either way, prodding Poppy like this, but today Poppy just huffs.

“Bought the damn thing, may as well read it,” she grumbles, jumping up into the chair.

For the mess this whole thing started with, the outcome is better than expected. She’s ecstatic when she leans back on the couch, even when – especially when? – Jinx sighs dramatically and tosses her legs over Lux’s lap as she opens her manga. Lux settles under the comfortable weight, unsure if Jinx did it to be difficult or not, and starts her book.

She makes it two chapters before she nods off.

Lux startles awake with a flash of guilt, but the first thing she sees is Janna smiling without looking up from her book, raising a finger. Lux blinks, looking around.

Lulu is sitting in front of Janna on the floor, several pages into her new sketchbook, happily doodling fantastical creatures and plants. Poppy is now lounging deep in the arm chair with her brow furrowed over “The History of Intra-City Warfare” – a book that probably has an unfortunate amount of stories directly related to Jinx.

Speaking of which, she realizes then that the reason she’d startled awake in the first place was Jinx snuffling in her sleep. Half her shoulder is trapped under Lux’s from where she’d slumped against her to get comfortable. Jinx had either been asleep herself when this happened or was just feeling kind enough to put her arm on Lux’s side and not bother her any further. Lux can’t quite explain why that makes her face go pink with happiness, the light in her chest fluttering weirdly, but she takes it to be a good thing.

Even when Janna teasingly presses her foot against Lux’s thigh, before curling her legs under herself and focusing on “The Evolution of Sea Deities and Their Worshipers.”

Lux watches her for a moment before she whispers, “Can I read it when you’re done?”

Janna’s smile doesn’t change, but she does glance up then and a little wisp of wind knocks some of Lux’s hair into her face. “If you tell me how your book ends,” she replies gently. “Go back to sleep.”

Lux considers fighting it, sitting up to actually do the reading she was supposed to be doing, but… this is still togetherness, in it’s own way. Sharing a space even if they aren’t sharing activities is more than they usually do. She likes where they are right now. So she sets her book aside, it will be there later, and settles back against Jinx. And besides, napping is one of her favorite pastimes.

Later that night, after dinner – and a debate about “The Blood Moon Riots” that Jinx claims no association with, no sirrie – Lux has just finished up the dishes when Janna snags her before she can get to her bedroom. Before she can even form a question, she’s being hugged tightly, Janna’s cheek pressed against her head.

It’s not exactly unheard of, getting hugs, but it’s been a while since she’s gotten one that feels so genuine. Lux doesn’t realize she’s waiting for Janna to say something until she’s already speaking quietly over Lux’s shoulder. “I believe it’s about time I followed someone who cares about where we fall when we aren’t stars, too.”

Lux almost lets her insecurity ask if that’s what a good leader does, but decides for herself that it is. They aren’t just warriors, they aren’t just a team. They’re teenagers going through the hardest challenge of their lives. She hugs Janna back and just nods, because of course she cares.

And tonight, she goes to bed feeling like they’re all finally starting to fall in the right direction.

In a lot of ways, Poppy is easier.

They may get to live like civilians most days, but they never forget they are here as a part of a bigger mission. They have to train to be ready for what the First Star has sent them to do and Poppy likes training, rarely does anything else with her free time.

She does take training just a wee bit seriously though.

“Nothing out there is going to be merciful,” Poppy says shortly and Lux might’ve flushed with offence had she not already been red – probably turning purple in some places – from the exertion of the fight. This wasn’t supposed to be the point of this exercise. “You’re going to have to pick it up or—”

“The goal isn’t to hurt each other, Poppy,” Lux defends, stunning her with a beam of light long enough to flash away. Her skin is tingling with the exertion of magic she’s had to use today, Poppy isn’t pulling punches on anyone.

“Aw, but hurting people is fun!” Jinx whines and Lux doesn’t have time to glare at her, carefully threading the needle between her chompers as Janna skids to a stop just short of them.

“If I don’t someone else will,” Poppy says ducking away from one of Jinx’s smaller rockets, eyes hard. “You can’t avoid the fight forever, Lux.”

Lux grits her teeth and tosses Jinx a shield just before Poppy sends both she and Lulu flying backwards with a truly painful looking blow.

Lulu tumbles as Pix swoops in to shield her, but Jinx lands upright, the impact sending dust flurries up around her feet. It’s something about the blood on her lips that makes Lux, well… fear or concern would be the natural response, and it is there, but that’s not all. Jinx is always gunfire and blood, so seeing it now, Lux is overtaken with an almost giddy sort of confidence. Especially when a sinister smirk stretches across her busted lip.

“Yeah, but you’re counting wrong!” Lux yells at Poppy, sprinting out of the way when Lulu suddenly grows three times her size, ground shaking under them as she lumbers forward only to be blown back by Janna. “We’d never be against each other!”

Poppy pauses then, only a fraction of a second, an odd look flickering across her face, but it’s a pause just long enough for Jinx to zap her so she staggers. Lux doesn’t think before tossing a bind on her, stepping forward to raise an ignited palm.

She’d never touch her with it, of course. Poppy knows that, doesn’t even glance at it even as the orange glows across her face, fire crackling in her ears.

Poppy has felt an ignited palm before. “One day you might have to fight a star,” is all she says.

Lux tries not to let her face change even as her chest constricts.

Though not as old as Janna, Lux knows Poppy has been on other teams before theirs. It hits her that Poppy’s abhorrence of anything less than absolute respect and faith in the First Star’s mission is very likely not just a matter of honor. There is no doubt from the hard look on Poppy’s face that she is speaking from experience.

Lux wonders what it’s like to stare into a black hole knowing who it used to be. She doesn’t want to ever find out. That’s not the destiny written out for them, she believes that from the bottom of her heart.

Extinguishing her palm, gratefully, she shakes out her hand. “Not you, I won’t,” she says softly. “It wouldn’t be anything like fighting you.”

Poppy presses her lips together, her fang disappearing for a moment and Lux hears the words she doesn’t say. Has to fight back the silly urge to shift protectively in front of Jinx. It’s silly, because Jinx of all people doesn’t need her protection because she is not a traitor, so Poppy won’t hurt her and neither will Lux.

“Any of you,” Lux adds firmly. Janna is at her shoulder now and Lulu is lazily watching Pix bob up and down, chittering excitedly, but Lux knows she can listen to both of them at the same time. “I think we should train differently.”

“How? Knitting?” Poppy almost sneers.

So Lux’s attempt at bonding was not subtle, whatever, it’s working. She just crosses her arms, chin high. “If that’s what you want.”

Jinx slides closer. “Ooh, I know what! Let’s pick some real fights. I know this gang that—”

“No,” Lux cuts in, echoed by three other voices, “but you have a point. We should work on fighting with each other.”

“Against whooo?” Jinx insists.

“Against nobody until we’re sure we can do it right,” Lux says, then her eyes light up in thought. “Poppy, have you ever built anything with that hammer?”

The practice dummies are ugly, but they’re pretty damn tanky, too. Poppy makes sure of that.

It takes a few tries because, she hasn’t ever attempted to build anything. But even when she can’t just hammer away the problem, she finds she likes working on the dummies. They only break into large, reparable pieces when hit at full strength, thanks to Lulu and Janna infusing them with magic.

“We’d make a killing selling these!” Jinx exclaims after excitedly shooting the latest model for hours.

Poppy’s mouth twists a little, because that isn’t why she made them, but she can’t quite keep the pride out of her eyes. “I’ll think about it.”

They’ve fought together before, obviously, but those battles had been fought haphazardly, narrowly avoiding friendly fire. Now, Poppy looks over to find Lux glowing with joy and can’t even find it in her to roll her eyes. It’s annoying to admit, but it does feel like it’s working. Poppy feels just shy of unstoppable, feels like they might just be some sort of functioning team. When she lets her hammer fall at the end of the day and turns to give them a sharp grin, it feels like they’ve won more than a practice match against a bunch of dummies.

Lulu and Jinx crash into Lux, a sweaty and uncontrolled hug. Poppy shakes her head when their laughter turns to shrieking when Janna’s wind whistles around them, twirling them. When Janna’s gaze falls on Poppy, she raises her brows a bit, mostly amused, though Poppy knows the other part of that look.

No, she’s not as seasoned as Janna in this mission, but she’s been around. She’s seen things go bad, she’s seen things and stars go bad faster than she could keep track of. She doesn’t ever hope for better, because hope will never get you as far as working for it will. And her team is (mostly) working for it, she knows that. She’s just trying to wrap her head around not working all the time, when the darkness is always falling towards them, but… she can let them laugh. She can laugh with them, sometimes; when the moment truly calls for it, they can joke.

And ok, she acknowledges that using her hammer to launch them into the air might’ve been a bit far, but whatever.

She’s trying.

Lulu is a little complicated in the simplicity of her pleasures: she really likes getting lost.

She calls it wandering, but Lux fails to see the difference.

Lux can’t really deny she can be quite clumsy herself, but of all the things that personality trait has led her to, being lost has never been her favorite. But it isn’t like they can really get lost, they—or, well, at the very least Janna can read just about any star over her head like a map. They haven’t wound up anywhere from which Janna couldn’t navigate them safely home. There isn’t really any more risk in this than anything else they might do. That, plus the idea that they could find a new place to practice their magics in private makes her resign herself to a day of following Lulu’s whimsy.

Assuming she didn’t pick something else to do, anyway, but Lux thinks she knows where this is going when she knocks on the door to her room. “Lulu?” When Lulu looks up from her drawing, Lux wonders if there are any free art classes around and if Lulu would have the attention span to sit through one.

“Are we bonding again?” she asks, lowering her crayon.

Lux flushes, but stands upright. “Do you not want to?” she asks completely neutrally like the young leader she is.

She thinks Pix laughs at her.

Lulu just smiles. “My choice?”

Lux nods. “Sure, if you want to pick.” She doesn’t think Lulu would actually lead them to the fae realm. She isn’t overly concerned.

Still, after an hour on a bus, when they’re an hour a half into a hike she only very narrowly convinced Jinx to participate in – and during which Lulu has hardly spoken at all – she does get a little worried.

Jinx breaks first. “Where are we even gooooing?”

“We’re getting lost,” Lulu answers.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Poppy grumbles, looking over at Lux who may have said some only-probably-true things about a new training area.

Lulu tips her head back, pouting. “We’re almost there,” she mumbles a bit petulantly.

“To ‘lost’?” Janna asks.

“Yep!” Lulu says, then suddenly Pix darts away from her and she runs after him. “Right over there!”

Before Lux can even begin to say wait, she has to start jogging to catch up with the rest of the team. She breaks through a tree line and stops short when she comes up on an abrupt drop off. It’s a short cliff, straight down into the green-brown stretch of a lazily flowing river.

“How deep is it?” Jinx asks and Lux realizes why the split second after Lulu grins at her and they shuck their shorts.

“Wait!”

Jinx grabs Lulu and leaps off, going screaming towards the water below. Lux reaches the edge just in time to see them both breach the surface, gasping and shrieking with laughter. “Slow poookes!”

The three left up top glance at each other, Janna shrugging with an amused breath. She is a little more graceful in her descent, aided by her winds, but she does join them, swimming serenely on her back. Lux thinks Poppy might kick up a fuss, but when she meets Lux’s eyes, whatever she sees in her face just makes her sigh. She starts stripping and Lux is grinning, manages to rid herself of her over clothes and plug her nose, diving in right behind Poppy.

There’s a certain lightness to playing that Lux had almost forgotten about, but now loses herself in for hours. They splash and scream, push each other and laugh and collect smooth river rocks. Poppy and Jinx get into a rock skipping contest when they wind up sitting on the shore, Lux absently braiding Lulu’s hair as she dozes with her head against Lux’s knee. Janna is watching the sky like it’s easy today, like they’ve made it easy.

The sun is setting in the sky by the time they reach home, tired and still a little damp.

Lux showers last and when she comes back into the main area, she pauses in the doorway, struck.

Poppy is cooking and Janna is absently twirling the wind chime in the window. Jinx and Lulu are playing a slightly morbid game of exquisite corpse at the kitchen island.

Lux looks around at her team, her family and feels full to bursting. When Jinx calls her over, she finds herself yanked to sit pressed hip to shoulder on her bar stool with Jinx. She could move over, there’s another open seat. She finds she doesn’t want the open seat, she wants to be exactly as close to Jinx as she is.

She sits there as Jinx shows off all of the truly gruesome ways she’s turned the tail end of Lulu’s woodland creatures into weapons, Lux can’t help but laugh. The game expands to include her and the discussion that passes over them is familiar even though something in the air between them has clearly changed.

Jinx and Poppy are still going tit-for-tat and Janna is still looking somewhere as far away as Lulu had once wandered. But the distance between them tonight doesn’t feel nearly as far as it has some days. Jinx is warm and animated against Lux’s side and she can feel Janna’s presence at the window behind her like a warm breeze on a cool night. Lulu is smiling, not in the far off way of someone who’s seen more of the world than most people know exist, but in a sweet, tickled sort of way. She’s giggling less like she’s seen the turn of the century and more like a teenaged girl having dinner with her sisters.

It won’t be like this every night, Lux reminds herself firmly, it can’t be, but—

Poppy is shoving a spoon at her to taste her chili and Janna’s shaking her head over Jinx’s shoulder at whatever she’s drawing behind her arm and Lulu is laughing brightly, her hand on Lux’s arm as she talks excitedly about the things she’s seen in the fairy woods and just…

Love, like light, is never a mistake.

Some nights it will be like this.

Janna can sense things when they come in on the wind.

Before she goes to bed, she wanders the halls like the eldest members of houses often do, and feels for her little sisters. She feels the wind creeping in one’s cracked window, the turning of another’s creaky ceiling fan, the soft rumble of one’s breathing, the sigh of a mattress as the last falls onto it. These winds, she breathes, and feels better just for how easy they’re resting tonight. Their starlight is not fragile, but it is a soft glow – embers, still warm in a fire place, in the grill, waiting to spark something bigger. She can tell something bigger is coming, she can.

Janna is old, older than her face betrays unless you look in her eyes the right way. She’s old and has seen a great many horrible, wonderful, haunting things. She’s watched teams fall apart and sees it again and again behind her eyes more often than she’d like. She’s old. But sometimes she doesn’t feel it though.

Sometimes, like tonight, at least, her sisters and their bright, untarnished light, the gentle wind of their breaths, is all she dreams about.

As is usually the case, the game changes when something blows up.

As is usually the case when something blows up, Jinx is the one who threw the switch.

They live in the same house, so it’s more than a little ridiculous for Jinx to come diving through Lux’s bedroom window in the middle of the night. Lux nearly knocks her homework off her desk jumping at the intrusion. “Jinx!”

“I know you’re a square, so give me some props for waiting ‘til Friday,” Jinx says then squints at her desk, “Dude, are you doing homework on a Friday, you are a square.”

Lux is floundering to keep up. “Waited ‘til Friday to…?” she blinks and realizes Jinx has got on clothes she’s never even seen before. Her boots are strapped and the same dark leather as her jacket and collar, all splattered with flecks of dayglow green paint. She’s wearing her driving gloves. “No,” Lux says, but Jinx’s face is already lit up.

“Oh, come on,” she says walking over and actually knocking Lux’s homework off her desk so she can sit on it and grin down at her. “You’ve been doing all this teambuilding, let’s-do-what-you-like crap for months now. It’s my turn.”

Lux’s instinctual Jinx-specific nervousness kicks in, but it’s buzzing and bright in her chest, an almost welcome feeling. She should say no. “But…”

“One race. Out of the city limits. And I didn’t even steal the bike,” Jinx sings, dancing in place, “I got it from a junker who owed me a favor.”

…Lux should say no, but Jinx looks happy-manic, a look Lux loves dearly but rarely gets to witness when there’s no violence involved. In fact, she’d forgotten how different it is from the sharp smirk of a trigger-happy munitions expert, Jinx is just smiling. At her.

Lux looks down at her pajamas, pink and purple plaid with poros on the shirt, then back to Jinx’s sleek leather. “What would I even wear?” she tries weakly. Judging by the way Jinx’s smile only broadens, it’s not a very good defense.

“Starlight,” Jinx grins and Ezreal’s nickname sounds unusually sweet on Jinx’s tongue. Lux flashes warm. “I gotcha covered! Pun intended!”

Lux doesn’t wear a lot of dark colors, but even she must admit, she can appreciate the way she looks in midnight blue.

The hood tugged up over her head makes her feel a little conspicuous – which is ridiculous considering she has bright pink hair – but she stays still and lets Jinx tug it up over her head agreeably. She always goes a little still when Jinx smiles at her like that.

“You look almost like you might know a criminal!” Jinx exclaims, cackling when Lux swats at her arm.

Sprinting to the garage through the dark makes Lux’s nerves stand on end, but it’s a guilty sort of thrill, too. But Jinx is chattering excitedly, as close to a whisper as she ever really gets, dragging her along by the hand and the thrill isn’t nearly as guilty. Lux thinks better of asking where Jinx even got the key to this place, following her inside.

The bike is a beast, a huge grey and black clunker that seems almost alive, ROADHOG emblazoned across the tailpipe. It coughs and roars to life the moment Jinx twists the key. When Lux tosses her leg over, it does feel a bit like she’s straddling a wild boar.

Fitting for Jinx, she thinks. It doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that should obey any speed limits as Jinx takes them to the outskirts of the city. She’s surprised she recognizes the drivers gathered there when Jinx skids to a stop. The most surprising, though, is Ezreal.

To be fair, Ezreal is more than a little surprised to see her, too, judging by the look on his face when he pulls his helmet off. “Starlight!” he exclaims, happy to see her nevertheless.

Ekko – who she only recognizes from seeing him with Jinx when she’s skipping class – sizes her up. “She seems new,” is all he says, but Lux gets the feeling ‘new’ encapsulates a lot.

Jinx rolls her eyes at him. “She’s mine,” is all she replies, but it feels like that encapsulates a lot as well.

Judging by the grin that lights up Ezreal’s face, it must. “Good enough for me,” he gets on the back of his sleek blue bike, winking at her. “Good luck, Starlight.”

“Hey, I’m driving!” Jinx exclaims, plopping Lux’s helmet back on.

“That’s why she needs the luck, BB,” he replies, Ekko chuckling beside him.

Lux blinks between the two of them. “BB?”

Jinx grins even before Ezreal answers, “Biggest Bang,” with a smirk before pulling his helmet down over his face.

“Rules?” Lux asks a little hysterically, clutching Jinx’s clothes.

Ekko laughs, but it sounds like genuine amusement, not malice. “No guns unless you get caught,” he puts on his helmet, solid black with a white hourglass over his face. “Don’t get caught.”

“First ‘round the city wins! Gentlemeeeen!! Start! Your! Engines!” Jinx screams.

Ekko’s bike glows with a humming sea-green light when he turns it on and Ezreal’s purrs, but neither of them sound like much under Jinx’s monster. Ekko tosses up a trinket that blinks down – red, red, yellow, green – and the bikes spring forward and steal the breath from Lux’s lungs. It’s terrifying at first, how fast they’re going, how close they are to each other, to the ground on the turns, but then the road opens up and it feels like flying. She never quite understood Jinx’s tendency towards racing until now, arms around her and eyes on the horizon. Their hearts are pounding as they strain to close the narrow distance between them and Ekko, in first place.

Lux tenses as if it’ll make them go faster when she sees Ezreal creeping up in the corner of her vision. “Jinx!” she exclaims, but Jinx doesn’t even look over. She nudges something with her knee, starts flipping switches on the dash.

“Hold onto me, brace for it!!” Jinx screams and Lux’s blood goes cold.

“Brace for—?” she doesn’t even get the question all the way out before Jinx kicks out and the bottom of the bike ignites under their feet. Lux yelps in shock, tightening her arms around Jinx a moment before they get launched into the air.

Lux is screaming as Jinx whoops joyously.

The core of the bike is a rocket. Of course, it is.

Suddenly, the feeling of flying is literal as they blast off, flying well past Ekko into the lead. Jinx pops a parachute the second they pass Ekko’s trinket, still glowing on the ground, and the sensation of the sudden stop flips Lux’s stomach as it jerks them off the seat, lifted into the air. As soon as it registers that she’s not going to explode on a probably hastily-made, rocket-boosted monstrosity she starts laughing.

Yes, partly because it’s funny, but also because that was the biggest non-rift-monster related risk she’s ever taken and it was terrifying, but she loved it. They’ve skidded to a stop on the ground now, but she’s clinging to Jinx, half hunched over with residual panicked laughter. Jinx holds her up under one arm and when Lux looks up, Jinx is bright with mirth and chaos, cackling.

…And Lux isn’t thinking.

That’s not something a leader should ever say, she knows that, but suddenly she isn’t. She touches Jinx’s face like she knows it’s fragile and she still can’t keep her fingers off it. Jinx stops laughing instantly, confused, and Lux feels much the same.

They’re very close and Jinx’s eyes are bright and coppery and Lux hasn’t… she hadn’t ever really thought about kissing her, but the wonder she feels at the thought is just that – wonder. She wonders if Jinx would let her, what it would feel like, what her lipstick tastes like, if it would mean as much as the pounding in her chest implies it would.

But then Ekko’s bike is humming up behind them and Jinx’s face twists. She puts her down and steps back.

Lux flushes, startled. “Jinx…”

“Woo!” Jinx screams without looking at her, turning to face the guys as they pull up. “Having someone to fling magic toys around must be fun, huh, Ekko?”

“Cheater,” Ezreal says when Ekko just sneers at her.

“I didn’t use a single gun! Those were the only rules!”

They’re shit talking and Lux can hardly get in edgewise, even when Ezreal tosses an arm around her shoulder, jokes about her getting on her own bike. Jinx steamrolls the conversation to an alarmingly solid no. And she’s not wrong, but something about the implication that Lux is no longer invited to something Jinx loves scares the living daylights out of her.

“Jinx,” Lux tries again, more insistently when they’re alone and heading back to the house. It’s wrong, it’s all wrong now.

“Come on!” Jinx says, too enthusiastically, “Janna and Short Stack should be back from that fancy-ass cooking class. Maybe they flame broiled something, maybe they’ll let me flame broil something.” She doesn’t look back as she says this.

In fact, Jinx doesn’t look at her all through their late dinner or before she bounds up the stairs and slams the door to her room.

Lux feels cold inside.

Stars aren’t meant to burn cold.

Lux and Ezreal fight.

It is always good, it is a very good way to let off steam and Lux could really use it. Right now, there’s so much steam in the house it feels like a pressure cooker about to bust even when nobody’s inside. Whatever has changed between her and Jinx is cooking everyone, but Lux is too twisted up inside to know what has changed exactly, let alone how to fix it.

And so here she is, dripping with sweat and sore to the bones, stopping just a hair’s breadth from Ezreal’s ignited palm. He’s panting, holding his stance firm even as his brow quirks at her. “You’re about to kick my ass distracted,” he says with a bit of a pout, “My pretty face not enough today?”

Lux lets out a breathless laugh. “I didn’t come to whine to you,” she says, but before she can raise her hand to cast a spell, his palm flashes out and he curls it, fireside warm, around her wrist.

“Lux,” he says with a smirk that she’s come to understand is his approximation of a patient face, “You’re very pretty, but if I didn’t like listening to you, I wouldn’t hang around.” She feels herself go pink and his smile softens. “Is this about the race?”

Of course, he noticed. Lux should stop letting herself forget he’s pretty and perhaps a bit impulsive, but he’s also stunningly smart behind it all.

“It was working,” is the first thing she says when they sit down, because it was. Weeks on weeks of hanging out and training together and talking about books, being together has made them a stronger team. There haven’t been any botched incidents in months. Until Lux looked up at Jinx and saw her now, right then, in that moment and didn’t mourn for the smiling little girl she used to be. She saw Jinx and the fragility of her happiness and thought how badly she wanted to stay a part of it and wanted to be as bright for Jinx as she was for Lux and—

“You fell in love, didn’t you?” Ezreal asks softly, eyes on the ground, and Lux reels back from him, shocked.

“What? No, I—No, that’s…” Lux can’t even complete that sentence, can’t even complete the thought.

She hadn’t gone into this trying to fall in love, not in any other way than as a unit, a family lead together in the light of the First Star. And she does love them, she loves them so much she could burst with it, but with Jinx… It’s love, why wouldn’t it be? But it’s different than any other love she’s ever felt, different than what she feels for the others. It hurts because she can feel that the night she looked at Jinx like she hung the sun was too much, entirely too much and she broke it. She’s losing it.

“I’m…” Before she can even get it in her head to steel herself, to not cry in front of him yet again, tears are streaking down her face, her breath quiet and shivery.

Ezreal takes a sharp breath, lets it out on her name, “Lux…” he starts, reaching for her.

She wraps her arms around herself. “Don’t rub my nose in it,” she gasps, “I know, I know I messed up, I ruined everything.”

“Well, that’s not what I was going to do,” he says, shifting closer to her, one arm braced behind her back and the other fishing out his handkerchief. “It may have been an accident, but that doesn’t mean it’s necessarily a mistake.”

“Those are synonyms,” Lux points out sulkily, wiping her face.

“Sort of, but just because you didn’t do it on purpose doesn’t mean it’s bad,” he winces a little, “Even if it’s complicated. Jinx is…” he smiles like he’s embarrassed, “She’s not as dislikeable as she likes to think she is. And you really know her, of course you love her.”

Lux is surprised by that admission, but still looks at him sidelong. “You’re the one that said loving your teammates was a mistake.”

Ezreal shrugs. “Guess I’m learning from you,” he says cryptically, “and anyway, anything you love could never be a mistake. You just gotta figure out what to do with it.”

“Just like that,” Lux asks flatly, stunned by his sudden faith in her ability to not royally screw up something he’d warned her against in the first place.

Ezreal’s smile is sweetly confident in her. “Just like that,” She blinks, startled when he leans forward and kisses her cheek. “You’re good at thinking on your feet, Starlight, you got this.”

Though she’s normally – and even still now – encouraged by Ezreal’s easy manner that makes it seem like everything is alright, she only narrowly avoids pointing out that she barely managed to get the team to a good place after dozens of screw ups. They’re doing better, yes, but it’s still a newly establish balance, easily thrown off and lost.

And to top it off, she’s in love.

Great.

Just great.

It sits wrong on them, all of them.

The way they’d finally managed to fit themselves together, all those months of effort, are beginning to feel all crooked. Lux is desperate to get things back together and, of all things, Lux hates feeling desperate.

“Jinx, come on…” she says – maybe begs – the third time she misses the timing after Poppy knocks a monster into the air for her and just sprays bullets across the area, sending dirt and monster goo flying everywhere before turning on the shrubbery. She says it because she can see something scathing held back behind Poppy’s clenched teeth and Lulu has been hearing something that’s making her shoulders hunch and Janna is staring off at the horizon like a different storm is brewing.

She says it because this is her fault in the first place.

Jinx’s hackles are up immediately. “Come on, what?” Lux doesn’t want to fight her, not like this, but Jinx’s knuckles are white on her guns and her eyes are livid bright. “You gonna give me a speech about how I should respect the light the First Fucking Star shat in me, too?”

“Jinx!!” Lux exclaims scandalized, anxiously feeling Poppy’s rage spike.

“Watch your mouth,” Poppy snaps. “You could at least act like—” she breaks off, bearing her teeth when Jinx stomps over to get in her face.

“Like I haven’t had an original thought in decades?” Jinx exclaims, “Do you ever unclench?”

Poppy looks fit to knock her over the head. “We’re Star Guardians,” she hisses through gritted teeth, “You could at least pretend like you understand what it means to be something.”

Lux sees the fight sliding away from the issue at hand faster than she can make a grab for it. “Guys…”

“Something other than a Zaunite gutter dweller, is that it?” Jinx bites back. This rarely comes up, but when it does it blows up fast.

“That’s not what she’s saying,” Lux interjects, “Jinx, it’s not an image we’re trying to uphold, it’s…” she flounders, hearing how unconvincing it sounds before it’s even out of her mouth, “we’re trying to uphold light.”

That has the opposite effect of what Lux was aiming for, Jinx’s face twisting furiously. “Oh well, I’m sorry I’m not light and ass-kissing goodness, I’m sorry I’m not the kind little…”

Lux shakes her head. “I don’t— we don’t need that! The First Star put us together for a reason, we don’t need you different.”

Lulu shifts, an anxious hum coming from her, but Lux honestly couldn’t tell if Lulu made the sound or not. She’s lifted a hand to her head. “The First Star wouldn’t have chosen you for this if you weren’t right.”

Jinx sneers. “So what? I wouldn’t have chosen this for me if I’d had a choice!” She laughs then, a caustic sound and Lux feels a frightening flash like the little girls they’d been together were never even real. “You know what? I do have a choice!” the guns pop away into Kuro and Shiro, before they faze into her gauntlets, “We’re done!”

Poppy grips her hammer tighter. “You can’t—” she starts, but Jinx is already stomping away.

Lux doesn’t realize the only reason she stops is because she unconsciously shot out a panicked hand to grab her by the wrist. Once she realizes she’s doing it, though, she doesn’t take it back, can’t imagine letting go willingly.

“Jinx…” she starts, waiting for Jinx’s eyes, surprised when she actually half turns to face her. “We were born together,” Lux whispers quaveringly and it sounds so loving and desperate, it scalds.

Jinx snatches her hand away, the scowl on her face obvious but not the pain in her eyes before she turns around to storm off. “You’re breaking my heart, Lux,” she spits savagely, “I know where the hell I was born.”

“Jinx, please.”

Watching Jinx’s back retreat hurts Lux in a way she’s never felt before. Poppy is glaring, which is bad, but Lulu and Janna just look vacantly sad which is worse.

Lux’s eyes are brimming, so she doesn’t turn to face them, can’t let them see her so close to losing it. “This isn’t…”

“We’ll pick up the slack,” Poppy says and Lux can hear the hard frown on her face as she turns to stomp the other way. “We should’ve been practicing without her anyway.”

Lulu comes to Lux’s room later that night and Lux is immediately grateful for it. Jinx is just one of them, but somehow the house feels horrendously empty without her clanking around in her room.

“The First Star says you didn’t do anything wrong and not to worry,” Lulu starts without preamble.

Lux shuts her eyes and lets out a frustrated breath. She’s not going to start crying again, she’s done, she’s tired. Her eyes don’t listen to her. “But it’s my fault.” She looks down, startled, when Pix floats into her hands.

Lulu lays down with her dirty feet on Lux’s pillow. Lux cringes, but doesn’t say anything.

“Sort of,” Lulu replies, but continues, “You made us a star cluster!”

Lux scoffs, rolling her eyes as she wipes at them. “Are you even passing astronomy?” she mumbles and Lulu rubs her feet into the pillow in retaliation.

“It’s gravity, Lux,” Lulu says. “We’re all stuck in orbit around each other. It’s just that you and Jinx are falling towards each other, too.”

“Great,” Lux groans, turning facedown into her bedspread. “Stars on a collision course, that sounds so much better.”

Lulu laughs and wiggles until she can rest her head on Lux’s back. “She would love that,” she says and Lux would be inclined to agree until Lulu continues, “Or, she will once it stops scaring her.”

It’s only her faith that keeps her from asking aloud when it will stop scaring her. Both her faith in the First Star’s mission and in Lulu’s belief in her as a sister and maybe even as a leader. It feels almost like her belief in Jinx doubled back at her.

But the monster is huge.

Lux supposes they should count it as lucky that they do get a warning of it’s arrival, even if it’s the sudden eruption of a rift on the edge of the city. The shockwave shakes their windows and leaves a heavy and oppressive aura over the whole city. The people shift, disquieted from the noise, but every star guardian’s hair stands on end as they leap into action.

Without Jinx there they all feel the hole of her presence, the way they aren’t shining the same as usual, but they don’t have a choice to back down, they can’t. Ezreal had asked her early on if she’d choose the world or her sisters, but in the moments when she’s dashing around the battle field shielding everyone trying to keep the chaos from expanding to the city, it feels like the same thing. Ahri’s charm hits the monster right in the face and it turns to her for long enough that Poppy can smash it in the head with her hammer, but it’s working slowly, so slowly.

Soraka can only heal so much of the damage on the move, even as Miss Fortune and Lulu try to take out all the smaller but just as vicious things making their way out of the rift. Janna sweeps one out of the way just before it gets it’s teeth in Ezreal’s calf. They’re being put on defense, pushed back from where they’re trying to hold the line. Janna and Syndra peel off to make chase when the line is broken and – Lux looks over when Ahri lands with less of her usual grace, sees it in her eyes, too – this isn’t working.

But this is what they do and they can’t quit.

So they fight until Lux is tingling and numb all over, hands burning with the over use of her magic and hoping, calling out to the First Star that Janna and Syndra are enough to keep the civilians safe. She ducks out of the way of Miss Fortune’s rain of bullets, the monster blood it sends flying – she hopes that they are all enough to keep everyone safe. When she finds her way to her feet, she’s shaking, Ezreal’s boost giving her just enough to attack all four of the monsters surrounding her, even though a tendril of the largest monster shoots up through the ground and knocks her into the air.

It takes all her concentration to land on her feet, but even still, she’s winded and dizzy, and has to gather herself.

She closes her eyes, just for a split second; she thinks of the First Star choosing her, of her sisters making her stronger, of all the guardians giving their all and how she will not let them fall tonight, and lastly, as loud as she can, she thinks Jinx.

Just her name, because that already carries the weight of all they have ever been and ever hope to be and the feelings for which Lux has no other name.

Lux opens her eyes, grits her teeth, and hopes, hopes, hopes as she charges back in.

The First Star does hear prayers, albeit in the profound way that something infinite and ancient can hear the whole of existence all at once. It does its best to listen, especially to the cries of its Guardians, its eyes and hands. Sometimes it even speaks back, like the constant not-quite-words whisper in the heart of someone like Lulu or the sense of oneness among all guardians. However, It also can make use of human voices when need be. They are so small, for however much it loves them, that it sometimes forgets this in the scope of All Things.

Yes, the First Star is in all things, but sometimes it is a struggle for people to recognize its will as a good thing. It must address those that distrust differently than it addresses the devout, of course it must.

Case in point, this time when the First Star reaches into Jinx, it lets her feel the desperate, faithful, loving shape of her own name in Lux’s mind, lets her hear what it wants in Lux’s voice. It is the first time Jinx doesn’t burn herself trying fruitlessly to shove it back out.

Jinx hears it and, just this once, manages to listen.

Ezreal is vibrating, but that’s mostly because he refuses to call it trembling.

It’s been a long fight, too long. They’re being worn down and – Lux tosses him a shield before he gets a face full of acid, thank the First – it’s only a matter of time before the rift overtakes them. Ahri’s face is pinched like she’s already made her way to plan W and man, oh man, Ezreal starts losing body parts at X so he’d really like—

He jerks when a monster body lands beside him with a splat, full of scorched holes and a metal trap on it’s leg. Relief floods him when he hears from above, “Yo, Pretty Boy!”

“What?” Ezreal shouts back, taking out another cog to his left, Jinx’s gun popping quickly through two more to the right. He’s excited now; he’s been tired for a long time, but he secretly loves running on pure adrenaline, he’s good at it. And Jinx is a heavy hitter, a tide turner. He’s feeling high just from her presence. Lux is too busy to turn and see and he’s not dumb enough to call out to her, but she’s already glowing brighter like she can feel Jinx there. Ezreal and the others glow in turn, completed.

Oh, he’s well and truly excited, this is gonna be good.

“Wombo-combo!” Jinx screams, landing beside him, singed and with a lit-fuse grin and house-fire eyes.

“What?” He blinks when she lifts a truly impressive sized gun off her waist, aiming at the writhing, roaring head of the terror before them, adjusting continuously to follow the monster’s shifting gait.

“Light ‘em up!!” she explains, “Hit ‘em with your best shot!! Gimme your biggest boom!!”

Ezreal doesn’t need to be told again, summoning everything in him, all he’s got left and more than that too, his biggest boom. It hurts, a little, but he can’t say he hasn’t wanted to try. He feels his feet lifting off the ground with the gathering power in his hands and it feels pretty “Hell yeah.”

“Hell yeah!” Jinx screams back, rocket whirring as she aims it, “3!”

Ahri sees the light gathering around his hands, eyes going wide even from a distance. She throws a heavy charm at the monster and Ezreal cannot let the fear touch him when it’s attention suddenly swivels to her, alone in a sea of cogs, he can’t ,he has to focus.

Jinx sees too and rushes through the end of her count, “2, 1, and lift off!!”

Ezreal lets everything go as soon as Jinx does, and lands on his ass just in time to watch it race forward.

A rocket riding a wave of pure starlight.

Though coursing with relief, Lux doesn’t turn when she recognizes the sound of Jinx’s rocket, feels the familiar heat of Ezreal’s magic, not yet. She faces the monster and trusts. Trusts their aim and their abilities and the idea—the fact that this will work. She summons her light to her chest, she feels time slow, feels everything fall away except the monster before her and her allies abilities around her. She has to time it right, so she holds her breath, holds her light, until the exact moment they pass harmlessly on either side of her. Then she lets out the most savage scream she can muster and lets out all the light she has in her.

It hits.

It’s gross, watching it’s head explode as it roars in pain, but Miss Forture’s wild laughter as she takes out every little monster left standing in her vicinity sparks off Ezreal and he’s laughing, it worked. The biggest of the monsters is slumping back into the rift and Ahri and Soraka rush forward to seal it, Janna suddenly sweeping in to blast the way clear. Lux is staggering on her feet, but with a wave of Lulu’s hand, she’s towering over them knocking monsters away and with a sudden flare of light the rift snaps closed. Anything left on this side is easy pickings, caught before it even reaches the edge of the field, particularly with two sharpshooters doing their best to show each other up in the after battle high.

“Well, fly me to the moon,” Ezreal mutters in something like awe, not even realizing he’s said it aloud until Jinx’s wild bright grin turns towards him. “A shooting star!”

Jinx laughs with her head thrown back, launching one final rocket into the sky with a shout. It’s that sound that finally makes Lux turn, holding her hands like they hurt even as Soraka cups both of them in hers. Her face is so open and longing, Ezreal feels a kick in his chest for her. He turns his gaze to Jinx. Though he doesn’t know her as well as her team does, not by a longshot, he can tell the cocksure way she saunters over to where their teams have gathered is mostly fake. Still, he follows, watches as she smirks at Lux.

Still, he sighs when the first words out of her mouth are, “Miss me?”

Lux isn’t sure what she’d been expecting. Surely not something heartfelt, definitely not an apology, but the fact is, yes. It’d been hardly a whole day since Jinx had left and Lux had missed her like a phantom limb, hoping for her to turn up for the whole fight. Not even because they were losing, but just because she wanted her there. Jinx and her stupid smart mouth and her ember bright eyes and—

Lux – breathing in the ashes, covered in monster blood – starts laughing. It startles everyone else as much as it startles her, but she can’t stop, covering her face and hunching over as she shakes with raucous laughter. It isn’t until Lulu puts a hand on her side, radiating concern, that she realizes she’s switched from laughing to sobbing.

Jinx has never known what to do with people when they cry, but for however long it’s been, Lux’s tears apparently still ring familiar. Her smile pinches a little as she steps forward, wiping Lux’s cheeks with hands that smell like gunpowder. “Oh, come on, fearless leader, we did it! What’re ya sniveling about, huh?”

“You—You’re such—,” Lux is so relieved and in love and tired, she just— “You’re such a piece of shit!”

Lulu actually gasps while Ezreal laughs aloud.

“O.M.G.!!! Did you hear that!!?” Jinx exclaims, excitedly, “She cursed, she cursed at me!”

“If you two are done,” Ahri says primly, pushing her hair out of her face. “I’d like to get this cleaned up before the sun rises.”

Jinx says something sharp because she can’t help herself, but they do manage to clean up relatively quickly, the worst of the damage having already fallen back into the rift. By the time they’re staggering home, the two teams closing ranks in opposite directions – except for the moment Ezreal pauses to squeeze Lux’s hand with a wink – Lux is very nearly asleep on her feet. Even with Lulu holding her hand, she keeps drifting closer to Jinx, like gravity.

“Jeez, are you trying to trip me?” Jinx says eventually, then just tosses an arm around her shoulder, “Walk straight.”

Lux goes warm at the contact, but she sees Poppy’s lips curl out of the corner of her eyes. “She might not be so tired if we’d been playing with a full deck from the start…”

They all sigh, but Janna is the one who closes her hand on Poppy shoulder. “Please…” Not tonight, not right now, give it a rest.

The fight they’re all expecting, doesn’t start though, because surprisingly enough, Jinx doesn’t respond. Her arm tenses around Lux and she looks more than a little annoyed, but for some reason, she holds her tongue. Lux is almost concerned enough to ask, but Jinx lets out a raspberry sigh and keeps walking.

They’re on the porch when she finally speaks up.

“I don’t care about fate,” Jinx says firmly, “Or destiny, or any of that. I barely give a shit about being a star guardian.”

“Jinx…” Janna says tiredly.

“Barely,” Lux repeats, shocky. In Jinx-speak, that’s a leap and a bound away from not giving a single shit. The look on Jinx’s face says she knows exactly what Lux is thinking and it’s giving her indigestion. She rolls her eyes to look straight up at the sky.

“Listen, the only thing I care about is keeping you safe,” though she looks down directly at Lux after she says this, she turns to the others, too. “If I gotta ride a sun bareback to keep you planet-saving do-gooders alive, then fuck it, I guess I gotta do it.” She looks flustered, maybe even a little flush at this admission, shrugging uncomfortably, “Or whatever…”

It doesn’t seem like anyone quite knows how to respond to that, but Lux knows they only have a few seconds until Jinx’s discomfort gives her the impulse to disrupt the silence with something crass. She doesn’t want that tonight, not when she’s just given them something so honest and still so very Jinx. So instead, she acts on her own impulse.

Lux pulls one of her pig tails until Jinx stumbles forward into her arms.

Jinx returns this embrace with a wondrous lack of hesitation, even if it’s only seconds later when she starts wiggling and crowing about how gross it is when all the others join in, too.

Falling into place around them as natural as the pull of gravity.

“Come on! Come on, comeoncomeon!!”

Jinx is bouncing excitedly trying to drag Lux from her room before she’s even fully dressed.

“Hold on, Jinx, jeez—hey!!” she shouts when the moment she tugs her shirt down, Jinx hefts her onto her back.

“But you’re so slow!” she complains, jogging down the hall and—”

Lux pales. “Do not run me down those stairs, do not—”

Jinx leaps for it.

And only narrowly avoids sending both of them flying through their new living room table.

“I just built that,” Poppy snaps in warning, already standing by the door with Lulu.

Lux jumps off Jinx, feeling chastised. “Where are we going?” she asks, changing the subject with a shameless lack of subtlety.

“You never tried to get us to do your thing,” Jinx answers and it takes Lux a moment to realize what she even means. She blinks, touched, but also a little embarrassed.

Not embarrassed enough to keep her from hesitantly clarifying, “…Eating?”

Their smiles are knowing and teasing as they glance at each other, sharing a group eye roll at her expense.

“Told you,” Lulu says as Poppy passes her some coins.

Lux flushes, crossing her arms stuffily. “I have other hobbies!!”

“Yeah, sleeping,” Jinx laughs, pinching Lux’s cheek until she bats her hand away.

Janna comes over to fix her hair. “We’ll try to account for nap time, too,” she teases, but Lux has to laugh a little because she knows without a shadow of a doubt Janna is only partly kidding. She hugs her just because she can and Janna lets out a soft breath that’s almost a laugh.

“Where are we going?” Lux asks, excited now.

The faire is just a spontaneous event, a few city blocks sectioned off and packed with rides and performances and the like. Lux visits a few, but most of her time is spent staring wide eyed at all the food stalls, stuffed to the gills with interesting delicacies. She should probably be alarmed by how much she’s spent on food, but she’s too distracted by how much she’s enjoying herself.

It’s a good day, a very good one. It’s not long before the man at the high striker gives Poppy the biggest stuffed poro he has and politely tells her not to come back. That’s a step up from the shooting gallery banning Jinx as soon as she comes into view. All in all, it leaves Lux quite tickled, especially when Janna buys a large blanket and asks if she’d like to lay out in the park.

Lux loves them all and is more inclined to share the admittedly absurd amount of snacks she’d purchased for herself. They’re eating together in the sunlight, showing off their wares and just generally relaxing. For however much Lux does love napping, the strangest thing is she feels almost too happy to fall asleep. She’s in the middle of complementing Janna’s new hair piece when Lulu speaks up out of the blue.

“The First Star says go for it,” she says, moving from where she’d been sitting in Jinx’s lap over into Janna’s. “It’s not a mistake.”

“Eh?” Lux blinks at her in confusion. While she loves that sort of advice, she doesn’t have the faintest clue what that could be referring to. Even when Poppy rolls her eyes, looking pointedly down at her bento box and Janna smiles slyly. “Go for what?” she asks, but then she catches sight of Jinx’s face in the corner of her eyes.

She looks angry, but not really angry, and actually, it’s a lot closer to annoyed embarrassment, she’s blushing. What in the world could make Jinx—?

Jinx hates being told what to do, she always has.

Even when she was a child and less difficult, when everything was less difficult, she never liked being told what to do. When she lost the only people who would even make an attempt at doing so, she decided that moment nobody else would. Not even when some star from the beginning of fucking time tried to tell her how special she was and how she could save the world, nope, not even then. These guns are hers and she’s going to use them how she wants, this is her life and she’s going to live it how she wants and Jinx hates being told what to do…

But the First Star has at least given her the power to keep her sisters safe, to keep Lux safe, which… that’s all she really wants to do at this point. So when they say she never listens, she can correct them. She listened that one time when her teammates’ lives were on the line; any other time she listens to the First Star’s advice for the same reason doesn’t count.

This time doesn’t really count either, though. It doesn’t matter what the First Star says.

Jinx has wanted to kiss Lux for years.

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My Most Precious Treasure

Author: DatHeetJoella

Fandom: Free!

Pairing: MakoHaru

Summary: Although he loved cuddling with his husband on lazy mornings, he never minded the interruption of their children because he loved lazy mornings with his family too.

Word count: 5,709

A/N: A silly little family fic I wrote for Father’s Day and a little for Haru’s birthday.

Alternative reading: AO3 - FFn

Please enjoy!

By the time Haruka woke up, sunlight was already shining through the curtains of their bedroom. There was no loud noise nor excited voices coming from some far corner of the house; the only sound he heard was the soft snoring and rhythmic breathing of his husband lying beside him. When Haruka turned his head to look at the alarm clock on his nightstand, he saw that it was a little past nine in the morning and he smiled. He had always been an early riser so it was no surprise that he was the first one who had woken up today, yet he still appreciated tranquil mornings like this. Lazy Sunday mornings where everything was just calm and peaceful and luckily, they were not as rare as they could have been.

He turned around in bed to face Makoto and he scooted closer to him, wrapping an arm around his bare waist and pressing his body against his, holding him tight. Their legs intertwined and Haruka slowly caressed Makoto’s foot with his, adding just enough pressure so his touch wasn’t ticklish and wouldn’t rouse his husband who was still in a deep slumber. He pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades, nuzzling his skin as affection filled his heart.

Even after more than 35 years he still loved Makoto so incredibly much, just as much as he had his entire life, for as long as he could remember and he knew that would never change. On the contrary, it felt like he fell in love with him all over again every single day and like he loved him more with every passing second. It was like nothing had changed since they first started to date even though there were so many things that were different now. But he knew that was because regardless of what happened, at the end of the day Makoto would always be there, opening his arms to welcome him home. That knowledge, amongst many other things, made him indescribably happy; happier than he ever thought he’d feel.

There had been many hardships in their lives, big and emotional ones like the endlessly long process of adoption, but also smaller and more trivial ones like trying to figure out how to maintain their sex life when there was a baby in the room next to theirs that could start bawling at any minute. It wasn’t easy at times, but as long as they were together, they could climb every mountain and face any fear and in the end, everything had worked out and had been more than worth it.

Haruka closed his eyes and sighed in contentment, enveloped by the warmth and safety of their bed and Makoto’s body. It wouldn’t be long until the silence in the house would be gone and excited chattering in high-pitched voices would fill the air. But for now, he just wanted to enjoy cuddling with his husband even if the man in question wasn’t quite aware of it.

Once more he pressed his lips against Makoto’s skin. The feeling of it was one that was more than familiar to Haruka yet he still savoured every kiss, cherished every moment, took every opportunity. He would never get tired of the sensation of Makoto’s soft skin beneath his lips. Tiny, light-brown freckles stood out against his tan complexion and Haruka was overcome with the desire to kiss every last one of them. So he did. There was no rush in his movement, taking his time to place every sweet kiss as delicately as he could, making sure to not wake him up. After all the hard work he did during the week not only at the Iwatobi Swim Club, but also here at home, he definitely deserved to sleep in on the weekends.

It didn’t take much longer until Haruka could hear soft voices and footsteps in the room next to theirs. He didn’t stop kissing and nuzzling Makoto’s skin, deciding to continue just a little while longer, truly wanting this moment to last for as long as it could.

Like he had expected, a few seconds later he heard a click as their bedroom door was opened slightly and he looked up, meeting a pair of large brown eyes.

“Daddy?”

“Shh,” Haruka shushed softly even though Umiko’s voice hadn’t been loud, “Papa’s still sleeping.”

Her eyes left Haruka to look at Makoto instead before she nodded in understanding. With a small gesture of his head Haruka beckoned her, telling her she could come inside. And like he had expected, she was not the only visitor; after his sister Mizuki came inside as well, of course accompanied by the small teddy bear that he carried everywhere.

With one last kiss pressed against Makoto’s back, Haruka disentangled their limbs before he scooted back to his side of the bed to make room for their children. Umiko climbed on top of their foot end and crawled upwards until she could slip between the covers; Mizuki, who was smaller and was visibly still a bit drowsy, walked around to Haruka’s side of the bed and reached out his arms. Haruka took the cue and pushed the sheets from his body and picked up their son, putting him down besides himself on the bed before he covered them with the duvet again.

Although he loved cuddling with his husband on lazy mornings, he never minded the interruption of their children because he loved lazy mornings with his family too.

Mizuki tangled his free hand in Haruka’s - or Makoto’s, actually - shirt and cuddled himself into his chest. Haruka lightly kissed the crown of his head before carding his hand through his short brown locks - he wanted to kiss Umiko too but alas she was lying too far away so that would have to wait a little while.

“Did you sleep well?” he murmured, reaching out to flatten Umiko’s sleep-tousled hair.

“Yeah,” she whispered and Haruka had to suppress a smile at her cautiousness, careful as to not wake her father up.

“Yeah,” Mizuki echoed, clutching his bear against his chest, “but I’m still tired.”

“Then you go back to sleep for a little while.”

“No.”

This time Haruka couldn’t hold back his fond smile. Mizuki was at that age where going to bed was the most dreaded part of the day. It was always amusing to see him claim that he wasn’t tired at all and could stay up far past his bedtime, only for him to nod off not even five minutes later. It wasn’t like Haruka didn’t understand it; sleeping was no fun after all and even if he couldn’t really remember it, he could imagine himself having been the same at his age, though he always wanted to stay in the tub for as long as he could. Makoto always laughed at his persistence, clearly remembering his own siblings being the exact same way. “In a few years, you’re going to want to sleep all day,” Makoto would tell him but he firmly denied that and said that that would never happen. Only time will tell, Haruka always thought, but they never argued with their toddler about it, knowing just how stubborn he could be. In that aspect, Umiko had generally been more easy, with the exception of the first few months.

They had been waiting for her for so long and when she was finally born, they were so incredibly happy. Everything seemed to be perfect. But she turned out to be quite the crybaby, especially during the night and that resulted in many sleepless nights. Contrary to what everyone had been expecting, Haruka was the one who constantly worried about their baby’s well-being whenever she was bawling again. Makoto always assured him that everything was fine, that she wasn’t sick and couldn’t be hungry because she had just eaten and she didn’t need to be changed either. Babies just cried sometimes, some more than others but that wasn’t worrying in itself, but it didn’t stop Haruka from staying up all night, cradling Umiko in his arms and gently trying to rock her back to sleep. With even the slightest hiccup Haruka woke up not only because he was generally a light sleeper, but it was almost like he just sensed her distress and it was enough to jolt him awake. He regularly took her to the doctor’s because he was so afraid that they missed something and that she was actually really sick, but she was always as healthy as could be, just like Makoto said she was. It wasn’t like Makoto didn’t understand his fear, though; it had taken them so much time until they finally got to hold their daughter and the thought of losing her was an absolute nightmare. So in order to make Haruka feel better, both mentally and physically, he told him that he should wake him up when she was crying again so that he would go to check on her, for the noise was just not loud enough to wake him up. But when that wasn’t enough to soothe his worries, Makoto simply moved her crib into their room and knowing that she was near did calm Haruka down, at least enough for him to get some sleep. It seemed like it was soothing for Umiko too, for eventually she learned to sleep through the night and only cried occasionally.

But as she got older, sleeping had never been the biggest problem for her. Even if she sometimes wanted to stay up past her bedtime too, she was much more easily persuaded than her little brother. Usually the promise of a bedtime story being read or an anecdote from their lives being told was enough to get her to bed. Although Mizuki was more prone to putting up a fight, he often fell asleep before the story was even over.

Lately, it seemed like they had especially taken interest in hearing stories about their fathers’ lives: stories of the Olympics where Haruka had won two gold medals, stories about themselves when they were babies, but mostly, stories of their parents’ relationship, how their lifelong friendship slowly blossomed into a beautiful relationship filled with eternal love.

He remembered one time a little while ago when Makoto had told the kids a memory when he put them to bed - usually they would tuck them in together but if one of them was still busy then the other would do it alone. Makoto had suddenly called him upstairs and when he got to the kids’ room, Mizuki had been sobbing; when Umiko asked him to tell them something, Makoto had told them about their fight back in high school and Mizuki hadn’t fully understood it. “Papa and Daddy can’t fight!” he cried and Makoto simply telling him that they weren’t fighting wasn’t enough to calm him down, so he needed Haruka’s help to explain it to him and show him that they really weren’t fighting, that this incident was left behind far in the past. When he stopped crying, they told him and his sister how they met up at the airport and apologised and made up, which also provided the opportunity to teach them that they should always talk about their problems and arguments and work things out together - even though they most likely wouldn’t remember this moment as they grew up, it was never too early to tell them these things.

Although seeing their little boy so upset broke his heart, the fact that he was so worried about his parents fighting was honestly too adorable; in the eyes of the children, Makoto and Haruka’s marriage was simply perfect and even if they would surely change their views when they got a little older, Haruka liked to think that they weren’t far off from the truth. Although the road up until this point had been quite a bumpy one, Haruka often thought that things were truly perfect, for he could not imagine anything that would make him even happier than he was right now.

“Dad?”

“Hmm?” Haruka hummed, Umiko’s voice pulling him out of his reverie.

“Why did you kiss Papa’s back?”

It wasn’t asked because she thought it was odd, but because she was genuinely curious as to what Haruka’s motive behind it had been. She was always trying to understand the world around her and how everything worked, and even though learning this was usually a gradual process, there was nothing wrong with being eager to gather knowledge so Makoto and Haruka always encouraged her curiosity. She knew she could ask them any question and they would try their best to answer it - if she was a little too young to hear the answer to a specific question, they would make it as child-friendly as possible by leaving out enough details yet still give her a satisfying answer; Ran and Ren had always been inquisitive too so they mastered the art of child-friendly explanations about two decades ago. But they had told her that even if there was nothing wrong with asking questions, not all adults liked it so if she wasn’t sure, she should always ask them instead.

Haruka pondered about his answer for a little while, since he honestly never really thought about it before; he just got the urge and did it. After a second of thinking, Haruka simply said, “Because I love him.”

A twinkle lit up her brown eyes like she understood what he meant and then she turned around to Makoto and pressed her lips against his back as well. The gesture was small and she probably didn’t even think about it too much, but the sight of it made Haruka’s heart melt.

“I love Papa, too!” Mizuki chimed out, seeming a little more awake now as he pushed himself up so he could lean over his sister and press a wet kiss against his father’s back as well.

Haruka chuckled softly at how cute their kids were. “Papa loves you too,” he told them because Makoto wasn’t awake to tell them himself, “And so do I.”

“Do you love everything about Papa?” Umiko then asked.

This time, Haruka didn’t need to think about his answer. “Yes.”

“Even his snoring?” Mizuki questioned in disbelief.

“Hmm,” Haruka affirmed.

“I really can’t sleep with Papa’s snoring.”

“I’ve gotten used to it,” Haruka explained, “I’ve been sleeping next to him for so long that I can’t sleep without hearing it.” Even though he usually fell asleep first, he was a light sleeper and even the smallest sound woke him, but Makoto’s snoring always seemed to bring him deeper into sleep. He just wasn’t as rested if he slept without his husband and that was most likely a mix of missing his body’s warmth and presence and the lack of hearing his breathing.

“Really?” they said in unison.

“Hmm,” he hummed again, “If I wake up and don’t hear it, it feels like something is missing.”

“Did Papa also snore when he was our age?” Umiko wondered.

“Maybe not at your age, but when he did when he was a little older. At first I thought it was annoying and back then it was even softer than it is now. I gradually got used to it and I love it now.” The snoring was part of Makoto and even if he disliked it when he was younger, he loved all of Makoto and couldn’t hate anything about him.

“I love Papa but I could never get used to his snoring, it’s too loud!” Mizuki thought.

“I’m afraid it’s only going to get worse from now on. He got it from Grandpa and according to Grandma, Grandpa’s snoring sounds like a roaring lion. So compared to that, Papa sounds more like a cub,” Haruka joked.

“I’m glad I can’t get it from Papa,” their son thought and Haruka couldn’t help but laugh at the relief in his voice.

From the moment they had been old enough to understand, Makoto and Haruka told them they were adopted and that they were so loved and wanted, that they waited for them for years and were so happy that they were finally with them. All of it was true and they thought it was important for their kids to know that and to hear it from them, especially before they started school. Children could be cruel, they remembered that very well from their own childhoods, and they wanted to protect their own kids from the outside world as much as they could. Even if they wouldn’t be able to prevent them from ever getting hurt, they wanted to make sure that Umiko and Mizuki were proud of who they were, that they were confident and knew that they were no different from any of the other kids, regardless of what others might say. Although Mizuki hadn’t started school yet, Umiko had luckily never really run into conflict up until this point; if the other children didn’t understand it, then she would explain it to them and the bright smile that she always wore when they picked her up from school told him that she didn’t feel like she was the odd one out either.

“Just because you can’t get it from Papa doesn’t mean you can’t get it at all,” Umiko argued.

“Daddy, is that true?”

“Yes,” Haruka said, “It really depends; my father snored too but I don’t. You don’t have any control over it, so it’s useless to worry about it now.”

In the meanwhile the snoring in the background had stopped and Haruka knew Makoto was slowly waking up. He stretched out his arms as he turned to lie on his back. “Haru?” he sleepily mumbled at the lack of his husband’s body against his.

“Papa!” Umiko exclaimed and she climbed onto his torso, the conversation they previously held completely forgotten now her father was awake as well.

A drowsy smile appeared on Makoto’s lips at their daughter calling out to him, probably remembering the first time she said it. It was her first word and Haruka had put a lot of effort into making sure it would be, wanting to surprise Makoto; they had agreed that it would be easier if their children referred to them in different ways so from the start they taught them that Makoto is ‘Papa’ and Haruka is ‘Dad’ or ‘Daddy’. Haruka couldn’t remember how often he said “Papa” until she finally echoed it, but it was all worthwhile; when Makoto came home from the swim club that day and she babbled it, he was so happy he teared up and Haruka would never forget the large smile that stretched his handsome face when he picked her up and hugged her against himself. Because he was so elated, when they adopted Mizuki Makoto did his best to teach him “Daddy” as his first word and Haruka appreciated how considerate and kind he was; he remember how happy it made him and he wanted Haruka to be that happy too. It wasn’t a surprise, though, because Makoto had always been that sweet.

“Good morning, Sweetheart,” Makoto murmured and he craned his neck to kiss her chubby cheek.

“Your breath stinks.”

“Does it?” he questioned innocently, like he was surprised by that fact before he cupped the back of Umiko’s head and pressed a series of kisses all over her face, making her burst out in laughter.

“Papa, stop!” she giggled when he lightly tickled her side with his free hand.

Makoto teased her for another second before he stopped, chuckling softly as he ran his fingers through her black hair. “Sorry.”

“Papa!” Mizuki called and he scooted over to Makoto too, probably not pleased with the lack of attention he was receiving.

“Good morning to you too,” Makoto greeted as he pressed his lips against Mizuki’s forehead. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah!” they answered simultaneously.

“Yeah?” he echoed, “Had some nice dreams?”

“I don’t remember,” Mizuki muttered as he rubbed his eye.

“I did!” Umiko said and she excitedly began to blabber about the dream she’d had.

Although it wasn’t his intention, Haruka didn’t listen to her story for his mind was starting to drift off again, getting pleasantly lost in thoughts as he looked over at his family; his three favourite people in the world, the people he loved most. Their children adored Makoto and the sight of the three of them together always made a rush of love and fondness surge through his heart. Of course, they loved Haruka just as much but Haruka always saw that differently; since Makoto was always working at the swim club during the day, Haruka was with them more often and therefore they treasured every second with Makoto. Even though Haruka worked at the swim club too, he was in charge of the bookkeeping and as long as Mizuki was still at home and not going to school, he wanted to keep working from home. After all, they didn’t adopt children only to let others take care of them. Although he knew Makoto would also like to be at home with them, it was his dream to become a swim coach and even though he had accomplished that dream many years ago, he wasn’t about to let go of his dream job just because he could after they took over their old swim club.

But because they all missed Makoto during the day, not just the kids, Haruka sometimes took them to the club so they could watch their father work and be with him between his classes - and maybe so they could swim a little too because what was the point of owning a swim club if he couldn’t swim whenever he pleased. Luckily their children liked swimming too, then again, it would be pretty odd not to like it after being practically raised in the water, with a swim coach and an Olympic swimmer as parents, who coincidentally owned a swim club too. Mizuki was still a little too small to learn how to swim, but he loved playing in the water so Haruka was sure that once he got old enough he would love swimming as well. Umiko was already learning how to swim and she was actually pretty good at it too; Makoto always told her that at this rate, she was going to be an Olympic swimmer too, just like her Daddy, to which Haruka always replied that that was inevitable since she had the best swim coach in the entire nation teaching her privately - even though she was part of one of Makoto’s classes with other kids as well, they swum together more often than that so Makoto’s teaching wasn’t restricted to the hours the club was open to the public.

Even though the club was open on the weekends too, Makoto didn’t have any classes on Saturdays or Sundays. Weekdays were for work, weekends were for his family, he always said, especially when both Umiko and Mizuki would go to school all week, he wanted to make sure he could be there for them during the day at least two days a week. Therefore the children - and Haruka as well - always looked forward to the weekends when they could go do something fun as a family or simply just be together, watching tv or playing at home. They hadn’t planned anything for today, but that didn’t stop their excitement; regardless of what they did, they cherished every moment they could be together.

If his teenage self would see him now, he probably wouldn’t believe that this was actually his life. He never wanted to be a pro-swimmer, he never wanted to get married - thought that was mainly because he thought it wasn’t possible to marry Makoto -, he never wanted to have kids. And yet here he was, Tachibana Haruka who retired after a successful Olympic swim career, who got married to his lifelong best friend with whom he has two beautiful children.

Back when they were planning their wedding, Makoto had opened the discussion on what they should do with their last names, but Haruka didn’t need to think about it twice because he thought it was already obvious that he wanted to take Makoto’s name. Even if he would always be Nanase Haruka to the general public, from the moment he knew it would actually be possible for them to get married, he knew that he was going to be Tachibana Haruka. He associated the name with love and warmth; Makoto’s family had always been so kind and inclusive towards him and he knew he truly wanted to be a part of that. That is not to say that his own parents didn’t love him because he knew they did, but he was never as close with them as Makoto was with his family and even if he never admitted it, not even to himself, that was always something he longed for with his own family too. The Tachibanas had always treated him like he was part of their family too and they never made him feel like he was actually an outsider, and he knew he wanted their children to always feel that way too. And even if their family name wouldn’t have an impact on how their bond with their kids would be, it was what Haruka wanted and Makoto would always go along with his wishes - as long as they were within reason, of course.

“Daddy?”

Makoto’s beautiful voice pulled him out of his reminiscence. When he looked over to them he saw that they had all shifted and that Umiko was now cuddled into Makoto’s right side while Mizuki was lying on his stomach, and he had opened his left arm to invite him into his embrace as well. He would have been downright stupid to refuse such a wonderful offer and he scooted over to his husband and snuggled into his side, nuzzling the skin over his strongly beating heart.

Whether it was because of their name or not, truth was that he loved his family immensely. They were his most precious treasure and there was nothing that could make him happier than they did. He would do everything in his might to protect their little family and he wouldn’t allow anyone to take away their happiness.

“I love you all so much,” Makoto sighed and to express it even further he placed a kiss on each of their heads, tightening his arms around Haruka and Umiko’s bodies. Then Mizuki held out his teddy bear to Makoto, and Makoto giggled before pressing a kiss against the bear’s head as well.

“I love you all too,” Umiko said.

“Me too!” Mizuki blurted, not wanting to be left out and Makoto and Haruka chuckled at his zealousness.

“Me too,” Haruka murmured softly, “More than anything.”

“Even more than water?” Umiko asked, knowing just how much her dad loved the water and he laughed again.

“Well…” he teased, before a genuine smile broke through his demeanour, rendering him unable to keep up his act. “Much more than water. Water can’t even compete.”

A smile appeared on Umiko’s face as well, before she closed her eyes as she rubbed her cheek against Makoto’s pectoral.

“That’s right,” Makoto confirmed, “Nothing can compete with how much we love you. And no matter what happens, that will never change. You can never forget that.”

Their children nodded and Makoto smiled before he reached out to ruffle their hair and once more affection filled his heart. Although he always loved seeing his family happy, the urge to spoil them even more than usually welled up inside of him.

“So, what do you say I make pancakes for breakfast?” he proposed and he was immediately met with three excited faces.

“Yes!”

“Thank you, Haru-chan,” Makoto beamed and he dropped another kiss onto Haruka’s black hair.

“Drop the ‘-chan’,” Haruka chided and he wanted to pout but honestly, he wasn’t even able to.

“Sorry,” Makoto chuckled and after all those years, there was still no real remorse in his apology. Then he looked over at the clock on Haruka’s nightstand and said, “I think your anime is about to start.”

“Right!” Umiko gasped and she sat up, “I completely forgot.”

“Me too,” Mizuki repeated.

“Why don’t you go watch it and then we’ll come downstairs soon to make breakfast. You can eat it while you watch,” Haruka suggested.

“Yay!”

“Thanks, Dad,” Umiko said and she leaned over to kiss Haruka’s cheek before she got up and left the room.

“Thanks, Daddy,” Mizuki muttered and he copied his sister’s behaviour like he did more often and placed a sloppy kiss on his dad’s skin before he disappeared as well.

“They grow up so fast,” Makoto commented with a dreamy sigh as they watched their children go, “I can still remember the first time we held Umiko.”

“So can I.”

It was one of his most treasured memories.

They had both been crying as she was put into Haruka’s arms. He never expected to cry but everything was just too much all at once; after waiting for her for so long, she was finally theirs and he was overcome with emotion. She was so small and from the very first moment he saw her face, her closed eyes, tiny nose and pouty lips, he knew that he would give his life for her and that he loved her so much.

“She’s so beautiful,” Makoto had choked out at the same time Haruka thought the same, stroking her soft cheek with his index finger.

“I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you,” Haruka had stated and Makoto had chuckled through his tears.

“You still love me a little too, right?”

“Yes! I love you so much, Makoto!” he cried and Makoto laughed again before pressing a chaste kiss against his temple.

His finger drifted from Umiko’s cheek to her little hand and her fingers wrapped around his, holding onto her father for the first time. Her fingers were so tiny and Makoto’s large one dwarfed them, making them appear even smaller than they were and it was so cute that neither of them could stop crying from sheer happiness.

Everything had been perfect at that moment. He couldn’t believe that it had already been more than six years since that day, because it felt like it was just yesterday.

“And it won’t be long until Mizuki turns four,” Makoto said, “He’ll be starting kindergarten soon.”

“Yeah,” Haruka mumbled, the thought of it making him a little sad. Even though Mizuki himself was really excited about finally going in April, Haruka knew he was going to miss him a lot. It had already taken a lot of getting used to back when Umiko first started to go but then he still had Mizuki to occupy himself with and distract him, but soon they would both be gone during the day and that made him feel a little sad. It made him understand what it was like for Makoto, who already had to miss them during the day. He tried to shake the feelings of melancholy away, though, for today was a Sunday and on Sundays they had fun together and enjoyed each other’s presence. “We’re getting old.”

Makoto giggled at his husband’s joking remark. “I sure hope we will,” he uttered, “But you’re still as beautiful as you have always been.”

At the sincerity in Makoto’s voice Haruka looked up to meet his husband’s gorgeous green eyes. “You’re not bad yourself,” Haruka thought and he cupped Makoto’s cheek, caressing his cheek, “You don’t look a day older than eighteen.”

Those words actually made Makoto laugh loudly and before he had the chance to deny it, Haruka leaned in to kiss him. But before he could touch his lips with his, Makoto stopped him.

“Are you sure you want to kiss me?” he asked, trying to sound serious, “My breath stinks.”

“I don’t care, mine does too,” Haruka dismissed before he closed the distance between their lips, drowning out Makoto's chuckle.

Makoto wrapped his arms around his back and pulled him on top of himself so they could kiss more easily and their bodies slotted together perfectly, just like they always had. As their lips slowly slid over each other’s, Haruka ran his fingers through Makoto’s hair, messing up his tousled locks even further and Makoto hummed in contentment.

“I love you so much,” he sighed against Haruka’s lips once their kiss ended.

“I love you too,” Haruka whispered and he nuzzled Makoto’s nose, “You can never forget that either.”

“I won’t,” Makoto murmured, “I couldn’t even if I tried, because you remind me every day.”

“Good,” Haruka said and he pressed another kiss against Makoto’s lips.

“And I’ll keep reminding you as well.” Makoto cupped his chin and stroked his jaw. “I’ll tell you every single day for the rest of our lives to make sure you’ll always remember just how much I truly love you.”

“Actually, I think I’m starting to forget,” Haruka lied as he rested his forehead against Makoto’s.

“Then why don’t I show you some more.”

Makoto flipped them around so Haruka was lying on his back and he kissed him again, deep and passionate and Haruka wrapped his arms around his husband’s shoulders. They had vowed to love each other for the rest of eternity and there was no way he could ever forget that promise; it had been branded so deep within his heart that it basically existed of nothing else but love for his husband and their little family. But Makoto had always understood him without needing any words and he had read his true motive in his mind like he had done since they were merely kids themselves.

They knew they couldn’t get carried away with each other right now, because their children were awake and waiting for them downstairs, so they held themselves back. But Haruka had decided that breakfast could wait another moment.

For now, he just wanted to indulge himself with his husband’s love and affection a little while longer.

#i'm sorry i'm stupid #makoharu #makoharu fic #my fic #father's day fic #the only type of daddy fic i'll ever write probably #just a short little fluff #look kyoani i wrote you a married with kids ending you can have it for free #anyway i hope you enjoy

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