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taelme · 5 years ago

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High school classmate!Lucas

genre: it’s kind of set in like the past? like u know those like Taiwanese school dramas like that kind of vibe mixed with like reply 1988 vibes idk how to classify it , so high school!au (fluff, slow burn, angst with a relatively happy ending)

pairing/s: Lucas / Reader, ( some of nct/superm/wayv appear in this!! ( just Kun, Ten, and Sicheng ) )

word count: 12k+

tw: like domestic abuse like,,, tough family situations,,

a/n: this was kind of inspired by a dream I had of Lucas and like I’m honestly really in love with like the vibes of those like Taiwanese school dramas like ‘Our Times’ and like those dramas with the vibes of like the Reply series, so I thought I would try something different and do something for Lucas inspired by that,,, so enjoy!! I had a lot of fun imagining how Lucas would behave if he were in this situation..

Usually, Lucas would have stuck to just pacing around the stretch of field near his house whenever he left his house out of boredom when his parents weren’t home, but he didn’t regret wandering into the market on the day of his 8th birthday, after a ritual cutting of a small cupcake his housemaid had prepared for him. Because if he hadn’t decided to wander, his life wouldn’t have changed, according to him. ( which really meant he wouldn’t have stumbled across your grandma’s noodle shop )

“Hello,” your grandma smiled in greeting, waving at the young boy who looked fascinated at such a place, never having been to any eating place other than a restaurant before. Lucas waved shyly at her, carefully climbing onto a stool near the table next to the kitchen, watching in fascination as your grandma cooked.

“What’s your name, dear?” she asked the rosy cheeked boy, who fiddled with his short bangs before replying a quick, “Huang Xuxi,” to her.

It didn’t take long for your grandma to realize why the name sounded so familiar, realizing this boy was from the rich family that had just moved into the neighbourhood barely a month ago.

“You want something to eat?” Lucas considered her offer as seriously as any 8 year old would, glancing between the kitchen to your grandma, before reaching into his pocket and being only met with fabric, frowning upon realizing he hadn’t brought money with him.

Shaking his head in reply, rather sadly at that, he told your grandma, “I don’t have any money with me....”

She had simply laughed in reply, shaking her head, “Oh, that won’t be necessary, Xuxi. You can have it for free.”

His eyes widened in delight, smiling at her appreciatively.

She’d brought a small bowl of her dumpling soup noodles back to where the boy sat. Watching with a motherly smile on her face as he took his first sip of the soup, his eyes widening.

“Aunty...I love you,” your grandma guffawed, reaching out a hand to pat the boy’s head endearingly.

Lucas’ eyes widened in realization, “you know...” he leaned closer to your grandma with the intention to divulge a big secret, his eyes widening the closer he got to her, his voice lowering to a whisper. “A girl in my class gave me a dumpling that tastes just like this!”

Your grandma tilted her head at him, having a feeling she knew who he was talking about. “And what might this girl’s name be?”

“Y/N!” he told her with a grin, munching on an amount of noodles that seemed too much for his tiny mouth.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” your grandma leaned closer to his ear, “she’s my granddaughter.”

The noodles threatened to slip out from Lucas’ mouth when he gasped loudly, giggling after as he covered his mouth so his noodles could stay inside.

“What do you think of her?” your grandma asked him, seeing him stare at his noodles with a smile playing at his lips, shrugging repeatedly.

“She’s....cute,” he mumbled, making your grandma laugh.

“I’ll tell you what, whenever you come here you can get a free bowl of noodles,” his eyes widened, nodding profusely till your grandma continued, “on one condition.”

He nodded at her, putting on his best serious-looking face to show her he was ready, “Help me look after Y/N in school,” Lucas figured at that time that this was a simple request, bringing his hand up in a salute position.

“Will do, aunty!”

===

Now, 18 year old Lucas had developed his ‘efficient fool-proof system’ to do small things that would make things easier for you without you knowing.

For instance, using his good rapport with the market vendors to make sure you would already have the freshest possible selection for the noodle shop, to even silently going out of his way to make sure nobody in school gave you trouble for your background ( which meant that he would personally pay for your new set of uniform every school year, passing it to Sicheng and instructing him to tell you it was given by the school )

“You look lovely, dear,” your gaze fluttered to the figure standing at the doorway, which was none other than your grandmother, dressed in shoddy clothes and an old apron, what you recognized to be her work clothes.

Your family wasn’t well off ( well by family, you meant your grandma and yourself since it's been that way since you could remember ), you barely scraped by off of the profits your grandma made from her noodle shop that you occasionally helped out with, but you still received supplies from the school.

Such as the uniform you were wearing now. Ironed crisp and clean, you passed off as any other average student in your school. You were thankful your school decided to implement uniforms earlier than other schools, since you really didn't think your normal clothes could compare to the other girls in your school, not wanting a repeat of the episode you experienced in the past.

You picked up your school bag from where it was on the bed, walking over to kiss your mother on the cheek, “bye mama, I’ll be home by 6.”

Your grandma waved her hand at you in dismissal, clucking her tongue at you disapprovingly, “It’s okay, it’s okay! Take your time. Have a good day at school!”

You picked up the pace as you walked, eager to avoid bumping into Sicheng and his friends, especially not at this time of the morning. But you seemed to have spoken too soon, hearing the familiar sound of bicycle wheels whirring and boyish shouting.

They would call you with a teasing tone, making you wince, avoiding eye contact with them until one of them wheeled their bicycles in front of you, stopping your path.

“What do you want, Sicheng,” You huffed, staring up at him impatiently.

The boy scrunched up his nose as he shot you a mischievous smile, “is it such a crime that i wanted to say good morning to you?” his words were all meshed together in a combined mumble, a habit of Sicheng's ever since he was young, but the black haired boy never seemed to care too much about it- since after all, to him it didn't make a difference as long as you understood him.

“Yeah, okay fine, good morning. Now would you please get out of my way so I can go to school?” Believe you, you loved Sicheng, but sometimes you really did miss your quiet walks to school to enjoy the scenery at your own pace.

“C’mon, your grandma wouldn’t be happy if I just let you walk even though I have a bike, let me give you a ride.”

You knew this could go either of two ways. Either you stand firm and have a long battle with Sicheng to let you walk to school on your own, or you suck it up and let him give you a ride to school.

The ride to school would have seemed harmless to anyone else, since Sicheng was a friend of yours for as long as you could remember, but it was just that you would rather not hang out with him while he was with his friends, since they didn't exactly have the best reputation in school.

You did a once-over at his friends that were with him currently, a senior named Ten with short choppy black hair and many piercings (and very expensive shoes, you noted), and a boy your age that went by the name of Lucas. Although you could talk and joke around with Ten one-to-one, you don’t think you’ve ever had a proper sentence spoken to you by Lucas before.

The boy was all expensive sneakers, sports brand bags, the latest music tapes that were extremely hard to get if you didn't save up. He lived pretty near you, so you would usually walk past his giant- at least compared to yours -house whenever you were on your way to the market, sometimes even catching a glimpse of his mother leaving the house to go to work on rare days when the car was parked in the house. It was almost as if the placement of his house was just a daily reminder for you that you were both from different worlds.

Sure there were times you would think was cute, and you may have given him your last dumpling when you were younger as an unspoken love offering, but as you grew older, you felt like maybe you and Lucas just shouldn't, and wouldn't happen. After all, you figured your heart was too weak to get put up for rejection.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you saw Sicheng snapping his fingers in front of your face, snatching your gaze from Lucas.

"So...?" he raised an eyebrow.

“Alright, but don’t drive too fast,” you told Sicheng, hurling yourself onto the back of his bicycle with your back facing his, making sure your skirt was covering whatever it needed to cover, grabbing on tighter to the seat when the abrupt start of the bicycle moving almost made you lose your balance.

Ten had gone ahead and rode his bicycle faster than Sicheng, which had only meant Lucas was directly in your view. He pedalled effortlessly, his gaze on you intent, as if he had wanted to say something, but decided against it in the end. You had almost let yourself get carried away watching how he would do things with a certain amount of charisma that you found almost difficult not to look at, even the small smirk he gave you when he caught you staring at him left you breathless.

“Don’t flirt with Lucas behind my back, okay.” Sicheng sing-songed, earning a hearty eye-roll from you, your eyes darting nervously to look at Lucas for a reaction but strangely he had seemed absolutely unaffected. Instead, he simply huffed and pedalled faster, overtaking Sicheng and maintaining his pace there.

You felt almost hurt at this unspoken rejection, not knowing how to come back from the incident, tried your best to push any kind of curious thought you had about Lucas away from your head during the ride.

What was so special about him anyway? you huffed at the thought. Other than the fact that he was the son of a prestigious lawyer and company owner, and that he was the star of the school's basketball team, there wasn't much else for you to work with when it came to unraveling who exactly Lucas Wong was. ( well other than the occasional rumour that he was in a gang and got into fights frequently )

Though Sicheng was your closest friend, you had never spoken to him on the topic of Lucas any further than simple things like how well he played at a game or how nice his hair looked that day. There were rumours floating around that his family situation was rough, but you knew it wasn't your place to ask.

Little did you know, Sicheng wasn't as well informed about it as you thought he was; only aware of the fact that Lucas would leave home occasionally, and skip school a few days after.

"Hey! Wait up! Oh-I guess he isn't gonna wait up after all," you peeped your head around to see Lucas having disappeared from sight.

"Let me know if you see him at class today, yeah? God, it's the first day of the school year; he can't possibly be skipping already," Sicheng huffed with the tone of a worried mother, but instead of laughing, you couldn't help but sympathise with him, wincing slightly out of pity.

You shrugged your shoulders, your hands still gripping the seat of the bicycle, "to be honest, I just wouldn't care if I were you, I mean, what's the point if he's not gonna listen anyway? I wouldn't be surprised if he gets kicked out of his house again, he's asking for it with those bad grades he brings home all the time," you were taken aback by the sharp thump on your head you received from Sicheng after that statement.

"Don't ever say that again. I'll tell you this once and I won't say it again, Y/N. Sometimes for Lucas, just a little care is all he's asking for."

===

"Class, please look at the notice board in front of the class for your new seating arrangement," your class representative had announced amidst the sound of reunions and loud chatter before the teacher arrived.

Making a beeline for the notice board, you analysed the seating plan as you munched on the dumplings your grandma had packed for you for breakfast, your index finger finally landing on your name on the square at the corner of the room, looking at the squares to your seat’s perimeter, you noticed that the table behind you, at the very back corner of the class next to the window belonged to the very boy you were hoping you wouldn't need to be in such close contact with, Lucas. The sound of the girls at the table near you chatting animatedly suddenly becoming deafening.

"Did you hear? Lucas Wong rejected Hana from year 3's confession? She looked so afraid I almost felt bad for the poor girl!" you heard one of them lament, and you made to walk past them as slow as you could so you could hear more.

"When did she do it?"

"This morning!" you tuned out the rest of the conversation, figuring this was just another reason to add to your list of reasons 'why you shouldn't go after Lucas Wong'.

You figured if you wanted to continue to lay low in school, you would stick to admiring him from afar, instead of putting yourself up to get hurt like that. There were only a few ways to look at Lucas for people in your school: you either didn't want to get involved with him, were scared of him or you liked him ( sometimes all three for people in situations like yours )

You reassured yourself that seeing Lucas wouldn't be a problem if you just didn't try to cross paths with him, until you looked for your seat and realised that there was Lucas seated at the desk behind yours. His long legs stretched out on your chair, hoodie-covered head leaning against the windowsill, eyes closed peacefully with earpiece plugged into his ears.

Your hands unconsciously clenched harder on the dumplings, anxiously contemplating finding another chair since yours was currently being used as a leg rest, but you couldn't see a free chair in sight, eventually deciding to munch on the dumpling you had, in the hopes that it would give you strength for what you were about to do.

Just as you were going closer to Lucas, he was already very aware of your presence next to him, the dumpling you were eating awakening his senses to the very first time he ate that same dumpling. His stomach growling softly, making him flush in embarrassment with his eyes still closed.

Your gentle fingers prodded at his shoulder lightly, and you had to remind yourself to keep chewing as you saw the way his eyelids fluttered open and his gaze landed on you. Shifting his upper body slightly to face you, Lucas lifted a hand to remove the earpieces from his ears, giving u an expectant look.

"Uh...sorry, I know you were sleeping and all but uh..I kind of...you know, need my chair," you pointed at the chair his legs were currently resting on, "and there's no extra chair here so uh...yeah if you could just...you know, give it back?"

Lucas looked at you with a curious expression, setting his earpiece down on the table, and you found yourself almost afraid to make eye contact with him, lest your face turn red from the attention he was giving you.

"What do I get in return?" his voice shocked you, seeing as you've never heard it in a while, you never noticed it could get this deep.

"Uh...what do you want? I'm not sure if I can get you those branded stuff, then again you probably have them already-"

His gaze flickered between you and the item of food you were holding in your hands, "I want the dumpling," he spoke.

You cocked an eyebrow at his unexpected request.

"This? You want this dumpling? Are you sure? You've probably tasted a lot better.."

He shot you a smirk, tilting his head at you, "I said I want the dumpling, not your house. You don't have to fight me." He held out his hand expectantly, making you reach out hesitantly before finally placing the small plastic bag onto his hand with a shaky breath leaving your lips, seeing him shoot you a smile and use his free hand to pat your head twice.

"Good girl," he lifted his legs off the chair with a thud that seemed both harsh yet dramatic, "the chair's yours."

You turned around and hauled the chair back to your seat, all sorts of confusion washing over you from that interaction, completely oblivious to the stares your classmates were giving the both of you. God help you if you wanted to get through this year sane.

===

“Y/N, I packed an extra breakfast, pass it to cheng cheng for me would you? His mother is out of town so he doesn’t have lunch.” You hummed as you packed the blue lunchbox with white flower patterns on it into your bag, though you knew for a fact that Sicheng had no problem with his mom not cooking lunch for him, since it gave him an excuse to loiter out later with Lucas and Ten.

You proceeded to school as per normal, handing Sicheng’s lunch to him when you passed by his class in the morning, assuming it was very much enjoyed by him judging from how the lunchbox would come back to you practically clean at the end of the day.

You noticed that Lucas was coming to school more often, tending to see him hanging around with Sicheng. But you weren’t sure for exactly what since you were on a short school break now, and the only reason you went to school was because you had to prepare for the sports fest as part of class committee.

After which, you would usually wait for Sicheng to be done with soccer practice before you two would go home together. So there was your routine for your break thus far, and now, on an absolutely blistering Tuesday afternoon, you found yourself sat in the spectating area overlooking the soccer field, using your textbook to shelter your head from the heat.

You contemplated filling your water bottle since you were thirsty and well, had nothing else better to do, but figured stealing from Sicheng would be a lot more convenient. Making your way down the bleachers carefully, you straightened out your messy skirt, smoothing out the creases that had formed after sitting for so long.

Quickly locating Sicheng’s bag from the messy scrawl of his name in white marker on the bag strap, you shuffled around in it and was about to take the water bottle from his backpack, until you realised there was something missing from the bag; your extra lunchbox.

You found it a little strange, not knowing why Sicheng would have misplaced your lunchbox like that, about to turn around and pull him out of practice to give him an earful about it before you saw Lucas jogging towards you, standing abruptly still upon spotting you, his hands behind his back and his gaze looking elsewhere as he quickly made a sharp turn, walking away from your direction.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, completely forgetting that you were thirsty since Lucas had definitely seemed as though he was going to go towards your direction before he'd seen you, so you decided you would carry out a little experiment.

Stepping away from Sicheng's bag carefully, making as if to walk to the water cooler, you'd hid behind a pillar where you would be blocked from Lucas' gaze, watching said boy indeed making his way back to the bleachers carefully, his long legs stumbling and stretching over the bags to bend down to Sicheng's bag, finally pulling out what he was holding behind his back, your gaze practically burning holes into the lunchbox as you watched him shove it back into Sicheng's bag quickly.

Sicheng was going to have to answer to this.

After practice, you bounded down the spectator stand, standing with your hands on your hips next to Sicheng, a deep frown on your face.

“What’s got you looking so ugly?” He smirked, using his knuckle to nudge your head lightly, flicking his hair away from his face as he reached over to pick up his bag and sling it over his shoulder.

“Dong Sicheng, you’d better get some answers ready.”

===

“Alright,” you began just as you both turned onto the road of your neighbourhood, the clicking of his bicycle almost unnoticeable from how long you both had been walking, “have you been eating my grandma's lunch boxes?”

Sicheng shot you a look of disbelief, his sudden slip of his hand on his bicycle giving away that you had caught him off guard, though he straightened up quickly, replying ever so stoically.

“Yeah, of course, I mean, they come back to you empty don’t they?”

“Oh yeah, they do. D’you remember what she made for you yesterday?” Sicheng's eyes darted in so many directions within a span of a few seconds. Praying to God that what he would guess would actually be correct.

“Noodles with soup?” you frowned at him, earning a sigh from Sicheng, knowing he had trapped himself then and there.

“You’ve been giving them to Lucas, haven’t you?” you accused, like a parent who had found their child doing something they weren't supposed to behind their back.

You held the silence, watching Sicheng squirm visibly before he gave in.

“Okay, fine! I did. But what’s so bad about that?!”

“God, Sicheng, he’s rich! Why can’t he get his own lunch? Why does he have to eat yours! What have you been eating for lunch then?”

Sicheng sighed, “Look, he doesn’t get lunch either, alright? And I mean, isn’t it good that he loves your grandma's cooking so much? What’s with you and always thinking people have bad intentions?” He told you, disbelief laced in his tone.

Ignoring his last question, you scoffed at him, “that wasn’t my grandma's cooking, Cheng, it was mine. Mama told me to start making them on my own because the restaurant needed to open earlier and she couldn’t get enough sleep so I did it instead. All those extra dumplings ‘you’ asked for? All me.”

“Oh,” Sicheng murmured, making you groan loudly, “Lucas doesn’t even acknowledge my presence on a daily basis, and I’ve been making lunch for him for two weeks now? You’ve gotta be kidding me, Sicheng.”

“Okay, Y/N, I’m sorry. But there wasn’t much I could do, he looked really happy eating it. It's the first proper meal he’s had in ages.”

“He should pay me.”

Sicheng shot you a pleading look, “can’t it be service for a friend?”

You glared at him, “No. He’s not my friend, he’s your friend.”

“And any friend of mine is a friend of yours, am I right?” he smiled at you sheepishly, flinching slightly when you snapped at him.

“Cut the crap, Cheng. If he wants more noodles, he can come to the store and pay for them himself.”

===

“Hey, Y/N, can you stay back to finish up the boards for next week? we sort of need them by the end of this week” you were stuck in the dusty classroom trying to design, draw and colour the signboards for the sports fest, only halfway done when you heard a knock at the door, from the class representative informing you she was about to lock the classroom so you had better find another place to do the signboards and hold the flyers.

You complied, albeit reluctantly, stacking the boards and boxes of flyers ( which were atrociously heavy you may add ) until they piled up so high you couldn’t see the stairs as you were heading down them.

Hoping to God you wouldn’t bump into anything, you slowly made your way down, but soon you heard the loud thundering of running on the steps.

“You’d better run!” you heard a boy shout before something hard smacked into you from behind, causing you to lose your balance, sending you falling down the stairs with a yelp.

You tried to break your fall but were too late, your wrist coming into contact with the floor and feeling as though you had just had it run over by a car, the boxes and boards strewn about around you. Hearing light footsteps in a run, you felt a hand on both your shoulders, looking up to see Lucas in his sports attire, his hair messy and slightly damp with sweat, looking at you with concern, before turning to the direction of the people that had bumped into you, shouting what would have sounded like a threat if you weren't too focused on the pain in your wrist to pay attention.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” you tried to recover from the shock that he was actually talking to you before replying him,

“I hope not, I mean, I think I’m okay? My wrist really hurts though, I feel like it's broken.”

He made a grim face, “come with me,” he easily helped you up.

“Can you walk?”

You nodded in reply, watching him scoop up the boards and carry the boxes along with an ease you were almost envious of.

You let him lead you to the school nurse's office, though you were still a bit tense regarding the whole lunchbox exchange you had with Sicheng earlier that day. You found that Lucas was very familiar with the nurse from always faking sick to get out of school.

“Hey doc, she fell down the stairs, can you check if her wrist is messed up?”

“It feels like it’s broken,” the nurse smiled, letting a small laugh escape her lips.

“For the last time, I’m not a doctor, Lucas. And it’s not broken, honey. Looks like you’ve just sprained it. You might find it a little difficult to write or do things with your hand the next few days, so just be careful, hmm?” she scribbled something down on the paper attached to her clipboard, noticing the way Lucas stared at her and nodded intently with a pensive look on his face as if she was giving him life advice, almost making you smile.

But that moment was short-lived when your gaze shifted to the incomplete signboards you were supposed to send for approval the next day, not knowing how you were going to complete all of that in time with your bad wrist.

The nurse kindly wrapped your wrist, and once you were done you noticed the sun was already setting, making you sigh once again. You weren't even able to push your worry aside to have enough time to refuse Lucas' help to bring the flyers and banners to your house, being an unspoken agreement.

You found yourself almost nervous during the walk home, afraid things would get awkward again given Lucas' non-existent urge to talk to you on the daily. But what had happened instead gave you a surprise, and a rather pleasant one at that.

“Are these the signboards for the sports meet thing?” you nodded with a hum of confirmation.

“I have no idea how I’m gonna finish them by tomorrow with my wrist like this..” you lamented, kicking at the ground as you walked.

He bit his lip, cutting in quickly before you could continue, “I can help you...and stuff. I have nothing on tonight...and it's not like you can do everything yourself with that wrist and all....” Lucas offered, his lips pressing into a thin line as he looked away from you to try to calm his heart which was racing so much.

“Are you sure? It’s not exactly the fun-est thing in the world..”

“No, really it’s fine, I want to,” he dismissed you, making you scrunch your nose up in distaste but agreeing anyway, not in any position to refuse.

===

“My grandma's still at work, so is it alright with you if I just heat up something from the fridge?”

He nodded profusely, setting the materials down with a rather loud thump on top of your dining table, “yeah, that’s fine by me. If you need help just tell me, alright? I’ll just get started on the boards first.”

You decided to take a quick shower first, undoing the wrap around your wrist so it wouldn’t get wet, after which, you changed into your more presentable pyjamas since Lucas was over, you quickly went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge to see if there was any leftover noodles.

Doing your best to heat it up and pour it into a nicer-looking bowl with your bad wrist, you slowly carried the bowls one by one to the living room, seeing his head shoot up at the smell wafting in from the kitchen. It was safe to say you wanted to present the best you could to him, not wanting him to think lowly of you or anything.

“Oh my God.” His mouth dropped open at the sight of the food before turning into a big smile, staring intently at the bowls before glancing at you, his gaze moving to your wrist and realising it was unwrapped.

The smile disappeared from his face, being replaced with a slight frown, letting out a little upset sound, a ‘tsk-tsk’ leaving his lips, he grabbed the bandage he saw lying on the table, “come here, sit down,” he instructed you.

You nervously watched as his big hands carefully wrapped your wrist just like how the nurse did, delicately but firmly, seeing how careful he was in tucking the ends into the bandage.

Letting a small smile of satisfaction appear on his face after he was done, “there, better?” he looked to you for affirmation, and you finally looked up from your wrist to make eye contact with him, seeming awfully similar to a little boy with that expression as you gave him a smile in return, nodding.

“Much better, thank you.”

You pushed the bowl towards him on the table, a little part of you feeling happy at how his smile grew bigger at the gesture.

“Thank you,” he murmured with a gentleness unlike anything you’ve seen before when it came to Lucas. Usually when one thinks of Lucas they would think of rowdiness, or big, rough actions, nothing like the Lucas you were currently witnessing for yourself.

“You really like the noodles, don’t you?” he looked at you mid scoffing down the food upon hearing your voice, making you let out a giggle.

Slurping the rest of his mouthful, a shy smile graced his face he nodded at you. “It tastes really...nostalgic.”

“How so?” you asked, curiosity taking over you.

“I uh..it’s a funny story actually, but...maybe for next time.” you hummed, nodding because you didn’t want to push him to do something out of his comfort zone.

After you ate, he had insisted on helping you to wash the dishes, claiming you had to let your hand rest.

"I noticed you've been coming to school more recently," you murmured casually, standing next to where he stood at the sink washing your dishes, seeing Lucas turn his head to look at you with a smirk.

"Well someone's pretty observant," he teased, a giggle leaving his lips as he looked back at the soapy dishes.

“What made you want to come?” you asked him, watching him pause his scrubbing at the dishes.

Lucas hummed in thought, pursing his lips before giving you a shrug, "Just, felt like it I guess."

“So...you didn't come to school before because you didn't feel like it?” you helped to put the dishes aside as he washed his hands, wiping them on his uniform as he let a small huff of half-hearted laughter leave his lips.

"Guess you could say that," he murmured.

“Weren’t you scared?”

Lucas turned to look at you with an eyebrow raised, “Of what?”

You frowned in confusion, “you know, don’t the teachers give you shit for not coming to school?”

He shook his head, walking back with you to your small dining table where the banners and posters were laid out. “They don’t really care anymore. But I’m planning on making a change this year!” he grinned at you, making you raise your eyebrows skeptically.

“You serious about that?” slightly surprised at his determination.

He nodded. “The serious-est.”

You let the conversation topic drop, with him taking a seat next to where you sat at the table and picked up on where he left off on the board, and you made yourself useful by doing whatever you could with your left hand, as well as telling him your ideas for the layout of the signboard and how you wanted to use the various materials. Though after a while Lucas had noticed you kept forgetting your wrist was injured and trying to help him cut things, nagging you for still trying to work when you should have been resting according to him.

“Lucas seriously, just let me help,” you insisted, a small pout on your lips.

“You can help me by resting,” he remained stubborn as ever, eventually leaving you to sit there and watch him.

You were surprised at how quickly he finished up the boards, just in time for when your grandma came home.

“Y/N! I’m back,” she called out, and you heard her soft shuffling get louder as she got closer to the dining table.

“Mama, I have a guest over,” you called out, hearing her squeal, practically running over to your room, her eyes lighting up when she saw Lucas.

“Xuxi?” You swore you'd never seen such a soft look in Lucas’ eyes before, seeing him get up to hug your grandma as if they’d known each other forever. “You’re so big now! I haven't seen you in so long,” she frowned playfully, making you even more confused.

“Do I wanna ask why?” you muttered, seeing Lucas’ cheeks tint pink in embarrassment, stepping back from your grandma and picking up his bag.

He brought a hand up to the side of his mouth in an action as if to whisper to you, mouthing a 'next time' to you with a soft smile,

“I hope Y/N has been good to you while you were here,” she looked at you pointedly, making you huff in exaggerated offence.

Lucas was quick to reply, shaking his head in dismissal, “oh, no it’s fine, I brought her home because she fell down the stairs in school, kind of messed up her wrist,” he gestured to his own wrist as he spoke, and your grandma's eyebrows knitted in concern.

“Oh gosh, sorry, she’s a clumsy one," she laughed, her hand reaching out to hold Lucas' hand in a rather delicate way, leaning in to whisper something to him you couldn't quite catch. You were beginning to feel as though you were the outsider here.

“Mama,” you whined, seeing the tiny crow’s feet beside her eyes appear as she laughed, shaking her head at you.

“You’d better be getting home, love, it’s getting late,” her tone was gentle as she spoke to him, and he nodded, bidding her goodbye before she left the room.

Lucas turned to face you, and you stood up, taking a step toward him, “I’ll be...heading off now,” he sounded almost breathless. “Rest your wrist, okay? see you,” he smiled at you, waving goodbye before he turned to leave.

You hadn't noticed you called him until he turned around, looking at you expectantly with his eyebrows raised, making you flush when your voice had sounded softer than you intended it to.

"Thanks, by the way, for helping me with the banners....I couldn't have finished it tonight without your help," you pressed your lips together in a tight-lipped smile, your hand reaching up to play with the lobe of your ear.

Stepping forward so he wasn't so far from you, he shook his head, "I'm glad I could help."

You felt for the first time as if you were watching yourself from a third person’s perspective, the way the wind suddenly seemed to be blowing at a perfect speed, and the music you could hear wafting outside from your grandma’s radio, to the way the streetlamp outside your house was casting the perfect shadow on Lucas’ face, right down to the way he smiled at you as if you were in a scene of a romantic drama ( that you were pretty sure if you were watching with Sicheng this would be the part you both start hitting each other excitedly )

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You were lost for words, almost breathless at his soft shy smile. “Goodnight, Lucas.”

===

The next time you had lessons and your wrist was already starting to heal, you braved through the soreness you felt in your wrist and did your best to make lunch for both you and Lucas, even adding a small compartment where you placed a small packet of candy you had in the house.

Wrapping it up nicely, it was safe to say Lucas was shocked when you had handed the lunchbox to him directly, gaze darting between you and the lunchbox as if searching for some sort of affirmation that it belonged to him.

You felt eyes on you from some of your classmates, all eager to see how Lucas would reject you like how he usually did to girls who gave him things like this, but you barely noticed their gasps and murmurs from how happy you were when he took the lunchbox into his large hands, smiling so widely to you his happiness practically radiated from him.

"Consider it...a 'thank you', for helping me the other day," you told him, seeing him nod at you gratefully,

He lifted the lid of the lunchbox slightly, eyes widening when he saw its contents and looking at you with bright eyes, "I really, wow uh, I just, I wasn't expecting this...you made this?" he gestured at the half-opened lunchbox with his index finger.

You nodded in reply, "I've been making almost all of Sicheng’s," you swore you saw his face flush at that, his eyes widening but went back to normal quickly.

"You're really good at it," he said firmly, as if trying to convince you. To which you simply shrugged in reply.

"Wasn't sure why you liked them so much, but it's... all I have to offer, really." You took your seat in front of him, doing your best to suppress your racing heart when he leaned forward, as if he knew your heart was racing and he intentionally wanted to make it worse. ( But little did you know his heart was practically pounding in his chest he almost couldn't concentrate )

"Trust me, it's all I need."

"How are you gonna pass it back to me?" you asked him after class, watching how he slung his bag over his shoulder so smoothly, watching the way his eyebrows would raise as he thought, his lips pushed out resembling a duck.

"I'm working after this, so you can just pass it to Sicheng, he'll hand it over to me," you suggested, not very keen on Lucas seeing the ruckus of the noodle shop during peak hours.

Glancing at your watch, your eyes widened in realisation of the time, "I've gotta get going, bye Lucas!" you waved, seeing him wave back with a smile, his loud "Bye!" making you laugh.

What you didn't notice until now was that Lucas was the kind of person that would seem quiet on the outside, but once he was comfortable enough with you ( which for him, seemed to have happened after you injured your wrist ), he would let his true colours show. For example, especially with regards to Lucas, you tended to hear him before you actually saw him in most situations.

Now when he saw you in school, he would bellow your name from afar before jogging up to you, his hair ruffled and his shirt untucked, tie askew. He was the kind of boy to get through the crowd and go through all the trouble of getting to you for the sake of a 'good morning' greeting, or wanting to walk to class together.

Of course you couldn't refuse, because of how he'd already gone through the trouble of finding you in the crowd, simply choosing to enjoy his company instead of pay any attention to the girls who stared at you with such envy or shock. But you barely paid them many attention, since Lucas himself seemed to command all of your attention whenever he was with you. You couldn’t say you were complaining though, not when he’d been smiling a lot more and looking happier in general.

Your grandma was out of town temporarily, since she had to visit her sick sister. You were currently in the noodle shop on a weekday evening, trying to wait tables as quickly as you could since the dinner crowd was starting to come in.

With your hair pulled back into a ponytail, you wiped the sweat on your brow with your sleeve, trying your best to take orders and make the food at the same time, all the while trying to ignore the soreness you felt in your wrist whenever you carried things on the heavier side. You had just seated a group of middle aged working men who clearly had a few drinks before coming here. They had always given your grandma trouble, so you were praying in your heart that they wouldn’t be as troublesome to deal with today as well.

You had brought their food to their table, the narrow aisle between the tables preventing you from manoeuvring yourself around the table to serve them individually, choosing to stand at the same place and trust that they could pass down their bowls themselves since you knew your wrist wouldn’t be able to take it.

“How have you been? Haven’t seen you helping your grandma out in a while,” the uncle next to where you stood had let his hand linger on your arm, an uncomfortable warmth lingering there as you tried to calm your racing heartbeat.

You hadn't noticed Lucas’ bicycle pulling up next to the store over the loud chatter in the store, as he stepped into the doorway of your humble shop, his eyes practically glaring daggers at the uncle whose hand was starting to creep down your back, resting on your bum as you wriggled in his hold.

The rest of them were busy in their own tipsy state, telling you just how much you’ve grown.

“I have to get back to work-” you felt a presence behind you before the uncle in front of you had his hands roughly taken off you by Lucas.

Lucas pulled you back protectively behind him, “I don’t think that’s very appropriate of you, she’s clearly uncomfortable.”

The men had recognised Lucas to be his mother’s son, looking at him with evident contempt before cursing under their breath and resuming with their meals.

He followed your quick steps into the kitchen as you hurriedly cooked another bowl of noodles.

“Thanks, for that, by the way,” you said in choppy intervals, the steam from the wok giving you a good excuse for the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“There’s no need to thank me,” he murmured from where he stood in the kitchen, his arms folded over his chest as he leant against the doorframe yet making sure he didn't get in your way.

“What are you doing here?” you looked away from your cooking to stare at his ruffled hair and messy school uniform, and almost lost it at the smile he gave you when you made eye contact with him.

Lucas' hand came up out of habit to cover his mouth, trying to regain his composure before he remembered he wasn't at one of his family dinners with corporate guests and that he could just be himself without you, slowly lowering his hand and letting his smile show.

Lucas gestured to the lunchbox he'd placed on the empty table in the kitchen. “Here to return your lunchbox, remember?” you made an ‘o’ shape with your mouth in realisation, nodding in understanding.

“Is it just you running the store today?” you nodded, seeing him shake his head, not seeming to like the answer you gave him.

“I’ll help you, alright? I’ll wait the tables and seat them and all that stuff, you just focus on cooking here, we’ll get the crowd cleared in no time,” he flashed you another of his optimistic smiles, his hand coming up in a fist to cheer you on before putting on a small apron and carrying the bowls you made to where you told him to bring them to, figuring you weren't in any position to say no to him right now.

And he was right, in no time you were finished tending to the dinner crowd and he had sat himself at the counter as he watched you take a seat next to him, rolling your wrist around slightly in an attempt to soothe it.

“God, that was fast, like really fast, thank you so much. I can’t imagine how much longer I would’ve taken if it weren’t for you helping me,” you told him. Lucas shook his head with a loud sound of dismissal, waving his hand at you, “It’s no problem. How come your grandma's not here?”

“She’s out of town for the month...her sister’s sick so she went to visit her, so I stayed here to take care of the house and the shop and all, since it’s pretty much...all we have," you sighed, refusing to look at him as you anticipated a look of pity or for Lucas to look at you as if you weren't good enough.

“I like it,” you shot him a confused look, and he was prompted to continue, “the shop, I mean. It’s cozy and warm.”

“What are you talking about? We can barely feel the heating in here unless you’re in the kitchen,” you laughed, shoving his shoulder playfully, seeing him shake his head.

“The feeling,” he explained, making you smile at how genuine he sounded.

“Hey, you know, if you could use some help here after school I don’t mind helping you...you know, since your grandma is out and everything..” he trailed off, looking away nervously as he anticipated your answer.

You pretended to contemplate even though you knew what you wanted to say, but then reality hit you again.

“Lucas, you know, as much as I would love some help around here while my grandma is gone, we can’t afford to pay you.”

His answer came back in a heartbeat, looking at you with the most serious expression you’d ever seen from him, “I’ll work here for free.”

You scoffed in shock, not finding it in you to be able to believe him, “What? wha- why would you do that?” you frowned, seeing him shake his head at you, insistent on his proposal.

“I don’t want to work here for the money, I want to work here to help you.”

You felt like all of it was so surreal, even as you outstretched your hand for him jokingly, “well, then you’re hired, Lucas.”

“On one condition, though,” he added quickly before he shook your hand, so it stayed clasped in his, the warmth of his very much bigger hand causing butterflies to flit wildly in your tummy, “call me, Xuxi, it's my actual name, not Lucas.” You smiled, nodding as you shook his hand.

“Sure thing, Xuxi. ” The smile you saw on his face after that was your favourite by far.

===

Before you knew it, seeing Xuxi became a daily thing, you had started to get used to the way he would get flustered when he knocked things over in the kitchen, to the way he did silly dances for you to see from the kitchen when he was wiping up tables and stacking chairs.

The shop had attracted quite a new number of girl students as well, all eager to see Xuxi look charismatic and charming when he was working, but you had to admit you enjoyed seeing the different side of him for yourself when you two were closing up the store or preparing ingredients before it opened.

You absolutely loved how the Xuxi you got to know now was so different from the Lucas you had all thought out in your head. For instance, he would ask for you to teach him how to make the dumpling, then never make it ever again and insist you make it for him, since his ‘didn’t taste the same’. He would walk you home every day, and take you on his bike to school sometimes ( much to Sicheng’s amusement ), as well as drive you to the shop whenever he didn’t have basketball practice.

And with Lucas in the shop, that brought Ten and Sicheng's presence occasionally as well, always teasing you and Xuxi as if you two were a newly married couple that opened up the store, never failing to make Xuxi blush and make you scoff. And you had enjoyed getting to know Ten more, with how he would recommend you new music and lend you his cassette tapes and you would share with each other your reviews on the different artists.

What Sicheng always loved the most from this entire new arrangement was telling you how Xuxi was so excited to work every day that he could, so excited to go to school, a side he’d never seen in Xuxi before, which you would never admit to Sicheng that loved to hear you played a part in.

Out of your own pathetic attempt to keep modest, you would always tell Sicheng to stop making things up, but the boy was just dying to tell you how much Xuxi actually talks about you when he’s with Sicheng and Ten, which of course you didn’t hear because if you did Sicheng would be dead meat.

But you hadn’t known the fact that Xuxi thought you knew this fact all the while, and you only discovered this when you were walking back from the store one night, after he had bought your favourite ice cream for you as a means to celebrate the end of a long day. Enjoying the way everything ( which may or may not include Lucas ) looked and felt warm with the sunset in your line of sight.

“You know, I never would’ve thought you’d be this nice,” you murmured around a mouthful of ice cream.

You heard a gasp on his end, feigning hurt as he placed a large hand against his heart, “I’m hurt,” he laughed.

“For real! I always got scared when I saw you rejecting those girls who would write you love letters and buy you buns from the bakery in school.”

He made a face at that, licking his ice cream before replying you, “That’s because I was never interested, and I figured might as well let them know straight up instead of lead them on.”

“Why not? Some of them were actually really nice, you know?” you wondered out loud, licking a particularly substantial amount of ice cream at one go that it made the roof of your mouth sting, your features scrunching up in a grimace.

He shrugged simply, glancing down at you and smiling at the expression you made from the ice cream, “guess I wasn’t paying too much attention to them.”

“Yeah, cause you were too busy paying attention to my grandma?” you joked, searching his expression for a reaction only for him to remain unfazed.

“Maybe ‘cause she had such a pretty granddaughter,” he said nonchalantly, making you choke on your ice cream, stumbling slightly only for him to reach a hand out to steady you.

“Careful what you say, Xuxi, people might start rumours you like me,” you joked, trying to calm yourself down both from choking and from his words that caused you to choke, turning to frown at him when you heard no answer. Looking at him with your eyebrows raised expectantly, he made no move to act as though you were saying anything he objected to, simply shrugging at you.

"Not something entirely possible if you think about it," he told you, finishing up his ice cream. "I win!" he cheered, pointing at your still half-eaten ice cream, making you roll your eyes with a laugh.

"Doesn't count, I didn't know we were competing," you shoved him playfully, laughter bubbling out of your lips uncontrollably at the way he stumbled back dramatically, using his bike to hold him up.

You were interrupted by his phone ringing, and his expression changed the moment he saw who was calling. “I have to go, I’ll be seeing you soon, then?”

You frowned. “Not tomorrow?” he shook his head,

“I’m pretty packed this week with basketball finals, you can uh...come for my game if you want.” you nodded, bidding him goodnight.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” you chuckled at how cheesy the scene was, feeling once again like this was a scene you would see in those dramas you would watch with Sicheng on his tv, waving him off as he laughed cutely, cycling off home, leaving you smiling like an idiot to yourself.

===

Lucas returned to his house, only to see his mother exactly how he had a feeling he would find her--in the living room with an almost empty bottle of wine next to her, her glass perched dangerously at the edge of the coffee table she was sitting next to, crying into the empty glass, not even bothering to look up when she heard Lucas enter the house.

She sobbed, grabbing the sleeves of Lucas' shirt when he had crouched down in front of her, the impact causing his bag strap to slide nearer to his neck uncomfortably. His mother had hiccupped, her breathing erratic from how hard she was crying, letting her head slump on his shoulder. The sight being nothing new to Lucas, he carefully nudged the wine glass nearer to the centre of the table, slowly peeling her hands from his sleeves.

"Ma. Hey, listen to me, you need to stop thinking he's still coming back," he looked resolutely into her eyes that resembled his so much, except hers were so filled with pain, whereas Lucas' were just filled with pity at how his father had managed to leave his mother in such a state once again- without even having to be physically there to cause it.

Lucas hadn't seen his father in months, the only sign of his existence being that he would send money to his family at the start of each month, and the action would always leave his mother at a loss, since he knew he spent each month hoping that the start of the next month would be greeted with his person instead of just his money.

"You don't understand, Lucas. He told me he was coming back," she cried, hot tears streaming down her face quickly, making anger bubble in Lucas, spilling out before he could control it.

"Yeah, when? That was months ago," he told her, making her frown at him.

"Don't say that. He loves me, he wouldn't do this to me."

"Don't say what, ma? I'm telling you the truth! He's left and he doesn't plan on coming back anytime soon, it’s not like he’s contacted you ever since he left," he told her, his voice raising in an attempt to get his words in her head more.

"Don't raise your voice at me!" she stood up, abruptly, albeit a little unstable, judging from how she leaned on the armrest of the sofa for support.

"You can't keep waiting for him, you know. You're going to reach your limit at one point," he told her, desperately wanting to get through to her and put an end to both their suffering.

"You," she pointed a finger at him condescendingly at him, prodding at his chest roughly, "don't get to decide my limits for me. I need him to come back, he's all I have." Lucas’ mouth shut at that, he knew his mother’s first priority was his father, but she had never said anything like this to Lucas before. And now that he had heard it, it hurt him more than anything.

"So I’m just nothing, then? Just someone to clean up your shit every time you get drunk and you act like a goddamned child?" Lucas was blinded by his hurt now, his words escaping him faster than he could process them, "please, if he loved you so much he wouldn't have left in the first place."

Lucas's mother was absolutely furious, not knowing how to retaliate, so she did what she always did. Looking for the nearest moveable object near her, which just so happened to be the empty wine bottle, she hurled it towards her son, Lucas having to bring his arms up to try and block it as she looked for more things to throw at him, seemingly directing her anger towards her husband to her only son.

"Ma, stop it!" Lucas' shouts went unnoticed, his mother picking up a pillow to hurl it at him roughly, his mother chucking the wine glass at Lucas, which had happened to shatter on the wall where he was standing next to, the glass pieces shattering and nicking Lucas on the face slightly. Only upon the sight of blood on her son’s face did Lucas’ mother realize what she had done, already feeling absolutely horrible about it.

Her grip on the item she was holding loosened, letting it fall with a soft thump onto the cushion of the sofa. Lucas’ eyes widened, his hand coming up to touch his cheek and wince at the sight of the red on his fingers when he pulled his hand away from his face.

“Honey-” Lucas held a hand up, flinching slightly when his mother tried to take a step towards him, taking steps away from her as he felt himself shaking from sheer anger and hurt.

He didn’t want to fight with her, that was the last thing he wanted, yet it seemed to be the only thing he got nowadays.

Shrugging his bag onto his shoulder, he left the house as quickly as he could, not bothering to close the door gently in his hurry to leave. He made his way to Ten’s house, who simply greeted him with a sad smile and let him in, no questions asked, when he saw Lucas at his doorstep, face cut and chest heaving from the angry tears he was shedding.

===

You weren’t surprised when you hadn’t seen Lucas show up to school the next day, not daring to ask any questions when Sicheng showed up at your doorstep to send you to school with a very tired-looking Ten.

You had no means of contacting Lucas, only hoping that he would decide to come to the noodle shop or even to basketball practice so you could talk to him, but even that didn’t happen.

Sicheng noticed the slight dulling of your mood after a few days had passed and Lucas still hadn’t shown up to school, trying to make you feel better by telling you he was okay.

“That’s not the point, Sicheng, I want to actually see for myself that he’s okay. I thought he was actually getting back on track, you know?” Sicheng nodded, understanding where you were coming from but not knowing how to comfort you.

Ten had told him prior to that day that Lucas absolutely refused to talk about what had happened, choosing to simply coop himself up in Ten’s guest room all day, only ever coming out to eat and even then it didn’t look like he was enjoying himself very much. Which of course was an abnormality in Lucas’ case.

What Ten wasn’t aware of was that when Lucas had returned to the house the day after the incident, he’d found a note his mother left for him, saying she was going to look for his father, and that she wouldn’t come back unless she was coming back with him. The last sentence of the letter not even a small ‘I love you’ but instead a reassurance that she would send him allowance every month.

Lucas figured he needed time to cool off and figure out what he was going to do now before he could even go back to see you- despite desperately wanting to do so. But he didn’t want to see you like this, not when he was preoccupied with all his thoughts you knew nothing about.

“I know,” Sicheng murmured, turning to you with a tight-lipped expression. “Just give him some time, he’ll be back in time for the game, then you can have a proper talk with him or whatever,” Sicheng sighed, standing up and offering you a hand to help you up.

“How about some ice cream?”

===

The day of the sports meet had arrived, the basketball nationals being the highlight of the day, and almost your entire school had gathered at the spectator stands to watch the game. With Sicheng next to you, you saw the home team arriving in the court, a small part of you relieved when you saw Xuxi on the court, next to Ten, looking perfectly fine and happy.

So you went through the game doing whatever you figured a supporter should do, raise your giant banner with Sicheng and cheer for your school’s team, especially when Xuxi or Ten would make a particularly impressive pass or score.

Thankfully, they had won, so you figured their spirits were still high by the time they finished their team debrief and were dismissed. You were standing outside the room waiting for Xuxi and Ten with Sicheng. You looked up expectantly when you heard the double doors of the school entrance open, only to huff in disappointment when you realized it was just another one of Xuxi’s teammates, Kun.

You kicked at the ground absentmindedly before you felt Sicheng start to nudge you, his nudging growing more rapid as the seconds passed, making you look up at him with an annoyed expression.

“What?” you asked, seeing his face scrunch up, trying his best to gesture to your opposite direction with his eyes without making it to obvious.

“Hey,” you turned to the direction of the voice only to see that it was Kun, looking at you with a soft smile, his hand gripping the strap of the duffel bag he had slung across his chest. Sicheng looked away so his staring wouldn’t make Kun uncomfortable, though he was intently listening to your conversation with Kun.

“Y/N, right?” you nodded. “Uh...I wanted to thank you for coming to the game,” he smiled sweetly at you, his voice matching his expression.

You shook your head in dismissal, “Oh, it’s nothing, really. I mean, Ten and Xu- I mean Lucas, are my friends too so I just, you know…thought I should support them.” You saw him nod in understanding, glancing up at you again, looking almost nervous.

“I was actually wondering if you would like to go watch a movie with me one of these days? It’ll be my treat, I kind of want to get to know you better....I mean, you don’t have to say yes but it’d be nice...if you did.”

Sicheng let out a small snort, making you kick his leg firmly, all the while still smiling at Kun.

I mean, it wasn’t as if you didn’t like the idea of a date with Kun, you just...would prefer if it was a date with Xuxi, to put things simply.

“Would you let me have some time to think about it? Can I let you know by like…next week?” you asked, seeing him nod at you, that same sweet smile appearing on his face.

“Of course, no problem, have a goodnight,” he smiled at you, Sicheng taking that as his queue to turn back around and exchanged a nod with Kun as a goodbye, practically bursting into laughter when Kun was out of sight.

“Poor Kun, doesn’t know he’s gonna be waiting the whole weekend for a rejection,” he snickered, making you roll your eyes, shoving him as you saw the double doors open again and Ten and Lucas walk out, laughing about something while looking for you and Sicheng in the area.

“Okay, shut up, no more talk about this or Ten will mock both Kun and me,” you shoved him, your glare softening and a small smile appearing on your face when you saw Xuxi.

He smiled widely, waving at you and Sicheng, the both of you making your way over to them and walking out of the school grounds together.

You walked in pairs, Ten and Sicheng walking in front on purpose so you and Xuxi would have to walk next to each other.

“You played really well, today,” you told him as a passing comment, seeing him let out a shy laugh, muttering a small ‘thank you’ to you.

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” he asked you, you shook your head in reply.

“Not yet, I was kind of just feeling like some ice cream.”

His smile brightened at that, nodding at you eagerly, “Me too!”

He bent down, half leaning towards you to whisper, “should we ditch them?” he used a finger to gesture to the pair walking in front of you, watching you give him a hesitant look.

He shot you a pleading look, his eyes closed and his palms together in front of him, rubbing them together in a begging action, making you smack him on the shoulder, covering your mouth in a poor attempt to stifle your laugh.

Ten and Sicheng already having anticipated your next sentence with all the giggling they were hearing behind them.

“Hey, uh guys, me and Y/N are gonna detour and get some ice cream. Catch you guys next week?”

Not without shooting each other a knowing look, Ten and Sicheng pretended to be upset before waving the both of you off quickly, wanting this to happen more than anybody.

You walked with Xuxi in the silence to the small convenience stand, Xuxi paying for the ice cream, and you ripped open the packet quickly, walking with him back in the direction of your neighbourhood.

“Thanks for paying for the ice cream,” you said, a little belatedly, making him huff in amusement, using his free hand to ruffle your hair in reply, the action making you blush unexpectedly.

Xuxi started to walk towards the direction of the small playground you were nearing, the both of you silently taking a seat on either of the two swings, Xuxi ditching his bag on the ground to sit comfortably.

“Are you okay?” you asked, chewing on the small bit of your ice cream you’d bitten off by accident, “you were gone for really long.”

Xuxi scoffed teasingly, “I was gone for like 5 days.”

“Well it was long for me, okay,” you huffed, “It was weird...going from seeing you every day to not seeing you suddenly.”

Xuxi bit his lip, licking the ice cream that had gotten on his lips as he turned his head to glance at you, his legs pushing the ground gently to swing himself lightly.

“My mom left,” he murmured. Abruptly raising his hand for his palm to face you, “And before you start feeling stressed ‘cause you don’t know what to say and all that, I’m alright if you don’t know what to say. I mean, neither did I, I spent 4 days not knowing what to even feel about it.”

You ate your ice cream quietly as he spoke, processing what Xuxi was trying to tell you. A small part of you understanding a little bit of how lonely he may have felt since you had found yourself in a somewhat similar situation when you were young.

“She told me she wasn’t coming back until my dad comes back with her, so...I took that as a ‘I’m not coming back at all’,” he used his fingers to make air quotes, shrugging afterward as he took a bite from his popsicle, “but I’ll live, I guess....I have to.”

“That’s really strong of you, Xuxi,” you murmured, seeing him turn to you, expression blank before he smiled softly.

“I have you by my side, so I’ll make it through this no matter what,” he grinned, turning his attention back to his ice cream.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you joked, suddenly thinking of Kun’s proposal just now after the basketball game, debating on whether to tell Xuxi but something inside you ( that strangely sounded like Sicheng ) was telling you to just do it.

“Kunaskedmeout,” you blurted, seeing him turn to you with a raised eyebrow, a small hum of confusion leaving his lips.

“Kun, he...asked if I wanted to go watch a movie with him when I was waiting for you and Ten to come out just now,” you told him, gauging his expression carefully as you told him, “I mean, at first I was kind of hesitant because I was kind of worried about how I would pay for the movie ticket but then he said he was paying and all so...I guess it’s not so bad?”

Tell me not to go. Your eyes pleaded, watching intently at the way he took his time to nibble on the last bits of his ice cream, holding up a hand as if telling you to wait as he stood up from the swing, taking your empty ice cream wrapper to dispose of them together, returning to you with a serious expression on his face. Stopping in front of where you were sitting, he leaned down so his head was level with yours, eyes narrowing at you, before straightening up.

“Don’t go.” he told you casually, sitting back down on the swing.

Your mouth gaped, unsure of what to make of his reaction. You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, pursing your lips before speaking.

“You don’t think I should go?”

He looked at you with a blank expression, shrugging nonchalantly, “you shouldn’t go if you don’t want to,” he reminded you, his shoes scuffing on the ground as he rocked the swing back and forth.

“What makes you think I don’t want to?” you narrowed your eyes at him.

He shrugged, “maybe the way you told me about it? But of course, I could just be assuming, so go, have fun with Kun if that’ll make you happy,” he laughed, making you frown at him.

“But...” you started, though there was no other way to say this other than to admit you wanted Lucas to tell you not to go.

Lucas stopped swinging, looking at you expectantly, with a small glint of mischief in his eyes and a smirk playing at his lips.

“But? Is there a problem with what I just said?”

“Yes, a very big problem,” you told him, a small pout playing at your lips.

“Why is that?” He prodded you some more, to the point where you threw away your anxiousness, exasperatedly admitting to the tall boy,

“The problem is that I don’t wanna go ‘have fun’ with Kun because I like you!” you blurted.

He looked at you, pressing his lips together, before his eyes crinkled into crescents as he smiled.

As if nothing had happened, Lucas stood up, dusting off the imaginary dust from his track pants, slinging his bag on his shoulder, using his hand to shield the non-existent sun from his eyes as he looked up at the sky, “It’s getting late, let’s get you home.”

It was an understatement to say you were upset as Lucas walked you home. You felt so humiliated, that he would have the audacity to ignore the fact that you’d just confessed how you felt towards him, making you huff in annoyance when you realized you had reached your doorstep.

Not looking at him, you glared at his chest, being the only thing at your eye level, about to say goodbye when you felt him pull you into a hug. Not just any kind of lazy armed, lean-in goodbye hug, but an actual, warm, comforting hug, a hug of greeting instead of parting.

He let his head rest on top of yours gently, and you heard his laugh vibrate in his chest slightly, as his hand went up to pat the back of your head gently.

“I’m glad,” he told you.

You frowned, pulling away to see him look down at you, his hair flopping over his eyes only slightly as he gave you what you had deemed as your favourite smile of his, where his eyes would shut tightly and his mouth form the cutest grin you had ever seen.

And for the third time, you’d felt transported into one of the romantic dramas, you could practically hear Sicheng saying matter-of-factly, ‘he’s totally gonna confess’, which you would always reply with a shush, wanting to savour the moment.

Opening his eyes, Lucas reached one of his hands reached down to hold your hand, “because I like you too.”

It was as if you had become hyper-aware of your surroundings, the way your heart was beating at a steady pace for once, and how gently Lucas was holding your hand, to the way the moonlight was so bright today, being the perfect backdrop for this moment you wanted to capture in your head and remember forever.

Letting go of your hand after a while, it was as if things were moving in slow motion when Lucas leaned over to plant a shy kiss on your cheek, pulling away and covering the lower half of his face with his hand, hiding his blush from you.

This time, you smiled at him first, “Goodnight, Xuxi.”

He had to look away to compose himself since he was smiling so widely, turning back to you and nodding at you, waving his hand as he’d started taking slow steps back, desperate to run home so he could giggle and be shy about this in the privacy of his room.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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devintrinidad · 6 years ago

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Red Blood Cell, Sighted! Ch. 3

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13022702/3/Red-Blood-Cell-Sighted

“DIE, GERMS!”

The loud screams of his enemies echoed through his ears as 2626 tried in vain to wriggle his way out of a trap. Unfortunately, he could feel his bonds constricting his movements; the feel of ropes and weights held him down. Furiously, he tried to kick his feet for traction, but apparently his captors also thought about other avenues of escaping.

“Hmm, they’re smarter than I thought,” he muttered proudly despite himself. However, he thought wickedly, were they expecting this? Despite the tightness of his bonds, the neutrophil managed to get his arm to reach around his back and grab his knife. Just a few more moments and—

“Oy, Big Brother Neutrophil is trying to escape!”

“Big Brother, using your knife is cheating!”

“You shouldn’t cheat, Big Brother.”

2626 found himself rolling his eyes underneath the fringe of his bangs. Still, he had to hand it to those platelets, even if he couldn’t see their eyes, their annoyance and cuteness radiated off them. Out of respect for their need for play, he let go of the handle of his knife and pretended to struggle even more.

“Help, I’m being attacked by vicious parasites!” Dramatically, he flailed about as the platelets tried their best to hold down his shaking form. “Have you not any mercy for a poor neutrophil such as I?”

“Never!”

And a dozen small bodies dropped upon him.

Although he was quite used to discomfort and pain, he couldn’t help but release a gigantic heaving breath when he felt the impact. Were the platelets supposed to be this heavy? Or were they wearing their packs with the coagulation factors?

“Sorry, Big Brother!”

2626 wanly smiled up at one of the platelets who heard his small gasp of discomfort. Even when they were supposed to be playing the parts of common enemies, some of them were still sweet enough to apologize. And some of them…

Well…

“Begone, germ!”

2626 spluttered as his face was suddenly splashed by a cup of water.

And some of them were just plain evil whenever they didn’t act the part of the helpful platelet.

“That’s it,” 2626 muttered loud for the perpetrator to hear, “death to all!”

And with a roar that could have put the Anisakis parasites to shame, 2626 leaped up to his feet, which dislodged most of the platelets that hung off him. For a moment, he stood triumphant as the platelets screamed in mock terror.

And yet.

All of his glory fell to the wayside when he teetered to the side and—

“Damn it.”

AE-3803, as per usual, was minding her own business until she saw that one of her favorite platelets began tugging her in a direction opposite to her delivery route. The redhead tried to protest because she didn’t want to get lost this time, but it was all for nothing. The erythrocyte beheld the platelet’s most innocent expression and caved immediately.

It was not a proud moment for the red blood cell.

“All right! All right!” The red blood cell giggled as she found herself surrounded by a bunch of other platelets. All of them were clamoring for her attention by either tugging at her arms or pushing her legs in a certain direction. As she complied, she found that there was an adult cell wrapped in what appeared to be layers of fibrin and coagulation factors. “Umm…”

“Big Sister Red Blood Cell,” one of the platelets called out. Once she got the red blood cell’s attention, she asked, “Can you watch Big Brother Neutrophil? We need to get scissors or else we can’t get him out!”

“All of you?” AE-3803 couldn’t help but ask disbelievingly. “Can’t—”

“Please?”

The erythrocyte couldn’t help but agree. No one could resist the pull of the platelets.

With that, the dozen or so platelets began storming off towards where they stored their scissors. Wherever that was.

“Erm, are you okay?” AE-3803 knelt down to the fallen neutrophil, slightly awed that the immune cell allowed himself to be taken over by a bunch of cute platelets. Unlike her friend, U-1146, his hair had bangs that completely covered his eyes. Due to some roughhousing, his bangs were plastered to his face—maybe the platelets had thrown some water on him. Further observation had her noticing that from his struggle, his hat had fallen off, leaving his receptor askew. “You look a little worse for wear.”

“Ah, I’m technically not on duty so the platelets decided to use me as their playmate since their assigned region isn’t undergoing construction. Unfortunately, they might have overdone it with the whole ambush-and-capture aspect of their games.” The neutrophil squirmed under his bonds as he tried to make himself more comfortable. “We were supposed to play tea party but the boys decided to do...this.”

AE-3803 nodded in understanding before wondering if the neutrophil could actually see her. Did she need to say something to affirm that she agreed? How much time had passed? Would it still be considered acceptable to answer now? Before AE-3803 could analyze her social faux pas further, the neutrophil spoke again.

“You’re the red blood cell who likes to hang out with 1146?”

“Yup! I haven’t seen him in a while, though.” She knelt down beside him and asked, “Can you see anything under your hair?”

“Hmm? My hair?” He chuckled much to her confusion. “It’s supposedly against regulation, but I like keeping it long because it makes me look awesome, yeah?”

“Erm...but can you see anything?”

“Not really, no.”

Perturbed by this sudden reveal of information, the red blood cell gasped, “But how you can defeat bacteria?”

2626 smirked at the erythrocyte’s naivete before answering, “Trade secret.”

It took a moment before AE-3803 realized that he was probably making fun of her. With a scowl, she rolled her eyes, she made as if to leave, but 2626 pulled her back down with a question.

“How’s 1146, by the way?”

“Fine? I think?” She furrowed her brows as she contemplated his unforeseen question. “Why do you ask? I thought that you were one of his closest colleagues?”

2626 nodded, pleased that she somehow recognized him.

“His head is up in the clouds more often than not. I thought you would know why.” He shrugged, but he only succeeded in moving a tiny fraction of a bit—the fibrin must have dried to the point where it would be nigh impossible to move. “Miss Red Blood Cell? Favor?”

She hummer in assent, wondering what he was going to ask next.

“Do you mind using one of the buckets the platelets use to douse the fibrin in water? In my experience, fibrin doesn’t stick as well when constantly wet.”

Nodding, the redhead quickly hastened to do what she was told. If there was one thing to be admired about red blood cells, it was that they could move faster than the entire immune system when properly motivated. As her hurried footsteps faded into the distance, 2626 found himself musing the past few moments of conversation with the vivacious redhead.

Unlike the others, he had a gut feeling that wouldn’t let him go, especially concerning the relationship between 1146 and his red blood cell. When he was a young myelocyte, he found it easier to rely on his other senses, hence why he wore his hair long. That, and it made him look cool. Regardless, gut instinct and natural observations utilizing his other senses always served him well whether it be in battle or in everyday situations.

When he had first got a glimpse of his friend and the erythrocyte together, he had hinted at something to 4989, but the goofball didn’t understand. Considering that they were blood cells with differing types and abilities, 2626 understood, but at the same time...wasn’t it a little too obvious that the lines of professionalism and friendship blurred so unevenly that it became this weird grey area?

Although.

It could have been 2626’s naturally bad eyesight.

Still, once he had conversed with the redhead, he felt like he could relate to 1146. The girl was very kind and outgoing, a little scatterbrained, and not as quick on the uptake. That was okay anyhow—1146 had the same problem when he wasn’t killing germs.

She just had this welcoming aura that could easily bend others to her will...which was kind of terrifying if you asked 2626. Better to leave her in the dark about that interesting trait of hers.

Harried footsteps and the sounds of sloshing water could be heard aiming in his direction.

“Oh, by the way, could you warn—“

She outdid herself.

Two buckets of ice cold water were poured over him with barely any time for him to spout out his warning.

“—me when you’re about to pour water all over me?”

Was he expecting laughter? Definitely.

A mumbled apology? That was ideal, but rare.

To see her angelic face mere micrometers from his own? Nope. Not at all.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized. “I kind of tripped and dropped the water all over your face and not the fibrin and I’m—“ Her face, much to his utter delight, suddenly lit up in realization as she began struggling against the pull of fibrin. Unfortunately, that only led to him being jostled around and while it wasn’t particular pleasant, it wasn’t a bad thing either.

The view was quite nice.

As she continued to struggle, he could hear the sound of whispers and rumbles from surrounding cells. He didn’t hear any neutrophils (he was the one on patrol anyway), but there was quite a crowd of red blood cells and normal cells standing around and just talking. 2626, for the most part, didn’t care. After all, it was just one incident in their short lives, it had no impact on anything else. On the other hand, the gut feeling that he had prided himself for having told him that he should probably calm down the erythrocyte before she exacerbated the suggestive position they were in.

(A part of him wondered if she had caught onto that fact or their audience, but he’d rather not take that chance).

“Relax,” he pursed his lips for a second before allowing a catlike smirk to darken his features just a bit, “Miss Red.” Hmm, did she like that nickname? “We just have to sit tight until the platelets come back with their scissors.”

“Umm…”

How come he wasn’t informed that erythrocytes looked quite fetching when their hemoglobin rose to the surface of their cellular membrane? Her blush was so adorable!

“But I’m lying on top of you...doesnt it...isn’t it…” She couldn’t continue; it was far too embarrassing of her to continue further.

“So you are. It doesn’t really matter, Miss Red!” He put on a little cheer and smiled gently at her. “I’ve been through worse, actually. Have I ever told you about the time I was up against a Toxicara canis parasite? I had to wait for Eosinophil to show up—I was a micrometer away from dying!”

For several minutes he regaled her with stories of when he was a rookie neurotrophil to when he was a wee myelocyte who wanted to play tag. In return, the young red blood cell laughed and countered with her own stories of getting lost in the body and what adventures she had been up to. It was an overall nice chat—it was made even more special by the way she continuously relaxed into him as time went by. If there was one thing 2626 hated, it was when people were awkward or uncomfortable around him.

She far exceeded any of his expectations, that was for certain.

Sooner than he would have liked to admit, however, the platelets had arrived. Each of those tiny little cells bore a pair of scissors and matching looks of exasperation and cheer as they saw that not only Big Brother Neutrophil had gotten himself twisted in the fibrin, but also Big Sister Red Blood Cell had managed to fall on top of him. Even by his standards, this was a bit much for any public affair.

“Well, looks like the kids are here. See? Not so bad, right?”

“Oh, no! Not at all!”

The hemoglobin in her cheeks proved a different story, but 2626 let her be.

“Please hold still!” The platelets chorused.

As if working under some hive mind, the childlike cell’s began trimming away the fibrin to release the red blood cell first and then subsequently releasing the neutrophil moments after.

Once free from his bonds, the neutrophil pretended to stalk after several of the platelets who were the most vocal in his demise, which scared most of them away. Satisfied that he had fulfilled his duty as designated babysitter, he turned back to the red blood cell who was busy giggling to herself. Despite himself, he ended up softly smiling as well.

“Do you like playing with the platelets? They seem pretty fond of you.”

He shrugged.

“Who wouldn’t? Besides, because of them I got to spend some time with a charming red blood cell.”

Wow, she could get really red when shamelessly complimented.

He noted that.

For future reference.

For science.

“Anyway, I better return to my duties.” He waved a goodbye, but before he could disappear into a transmigration vent, he felt a faint tugging at his sleeve. He raised an eyebrow at that action, but turned around to see that the erythrocyte was looking up at him with concern.

“Something wrong?”

“Bend down.”

Perplexed and apprehensive, he bent down to her level before she took off one of her gloves and began stroking his bangs until they appeared to be symmetrical and even before his eyes.

“There you go!”

“Umm…”

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed,” she turned away from him with a renewed look of embarrassment on her face, “but your hair got messed up when I threw water on you and I kind of remember you from before and you like your hair in front of your eyes even though you have beautiful eyes—“

“Wait.”

“Hmm?”

“I have beautiful eyes?”

“Yes?”

Noting that for future reference as well.

“Don’t worry too much about it, Miss Red—“ He took off her hat, ignoring her squawks of indignation, and proceeded to ruffle her hair “—and get back to work. Later!”

“Hey, 4989.”

“You’re up to something, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You only seek me out whenever you want to enact some master scheme where I always get the blame.”

“Tsk, tsk,” 2626 clicked his tongue, “we were myelocytes back then! We’re neutrophils, which means we’re older, more experienced, and—“

“In your case, ten times as immature.”

“Last time I checked, you were the only who used sticks and steamed buns as your weapons.”

“It’s called innovation and ingenuity. It’s not my fault that others can’t see it.”

2626 rolled his eyes good naturedly.

“Fine, we’ll save that gem of a conversation for later. For now, though…” Suddenly, 2626 straightened and whispered, “Actually, tell me again about that one incident when we were up against that allergen? When you decided to climb on top of 2048’s shoulders?”

“Hey, tactics are fair game against a viral invasion. Killer T-Cells don’t know how to improvise and have fun!” 4989 thought for a moment. “And I like being tall.”

Feminine laughter, light and airy, but interspersed with unseemly snorts, could be heard behind 4989’s back.

4989’s mouth never looked so good on the floor. It was that wide open.

“Nice seeing you again, Miss Red!”

“Nice to see you, too, Mr. Neutrophil!” She turned to 4989 and greeted him as well.

“Wait you know each other?”

“He nearly impaled me with a knife on a stick!”

2626 laughed.

That girl was definitely something.

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thewinsisterchronicles · 8 years ago

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Hey! Love your blog sm. Could you do a Claire Novak x reader where Sam, Dean, Cas(?), and the reader go to Jody's and the reader ends up making out with Claire or something? Really cute and fluffy maybe smut if you're up for it? Maybe an awkward conversation between everyone? Idk I just love Claire and Kathryn Newton and I'm craving content 👌🏻👌🏻

Word Count: 2196

Warnings: swearing, some almost smut (read it and it’ll make sense trust me), awkward convo with the boys and Jody

A/N: I got u bitch;) and holy shit u guys clairexreader might be one of my new favourite thingsss I had fun with THANKYOU for requesting this love u hon

“Now, I know you don’t get along with Claire very well,” Dean told Y/N for what felt like millionth time that car ride. “But I want you two to get along, okay?” Y/N somehow managed to keep a straight face.

Well, maybe straight wasn’t the right word for this scenario.

Y/N and Claire had had a- well, she wasn’t really sure what to call it. It had gone on since they had hunted together for the first time. It had ended with the two of them, covered in blood and sweat and dirt, roughly kissing each other; drunken on adrenaline from the rush after the hunt, Y/N saw Claire- really seen her- and just couldn’t help herself. She’d looked like a goddess, skinny jeans and flannel ripped, covered it a mixture of the vampire’s blood and the mud from in the bar. Y/N couldn’t help herself when Claire had wiped away the blood that trailed onto her lip.

Apparently, she had thought the same thing about Y/N. For that, she was thankful.

“Alright?” Dean asked again, shaking her from her trance.

“Wha- oh,” she muttered. “Yeah. Alright.” Looking out the window, she smiled.

The boys didn’t know. No one did. They wouldn’t understand. Wouldn’t accept. For these reasons, Claire had asked Y/N to keep their “thing” a secret. They both loved each other- both of them knew that, though no one said it- but they couldn’t handle the rejection of their families.

Well, Alex found out because she accidentally walked in on them kissing, but she was cool about it. Hell, she was the reason Claire and Y/N could stay in the same room. Everyone assumed that Y/N stayed with her, and that Claire slept alone.

How wrong they were.

Jody was waiting outside when they rolled up, standing outside with Claire and Alex. Jody and Alex wore soft smiles, while Claire glared at her. Dean pulled up to a stop in the driveway, hopping out after Sam and walking up the drive to pull Jody into a hug.

“Heya, boys,” she smiled enthusiastically at them. “Hey, Y/N.” she dragged her into an embrace. Giving in, Y/N smiled and held her close.

“Alex, Claire,” Dean nodded at each of them in turn. He looked pointedly at Y/N, giving her the look. If Claire wants to play the bitch-face game, she thought to herself. Then so can I.

“Hey Alex,” she smiled at her before turning her gaze icy to Claire. “Claire.”

“Why don’t we go inside?” Jody suggested, sensing the ‘tension’ in the air. The group made their way inside. Sam and Dean walked in behind her, followed closely by Alex. Claire winked as she walked by Y/N.

“Not fair,” she muttered under her breath. Claire turned to her and smirked.

The two of them had somehow managed to convince the others that they were going out to ‘bond and make friends’ with each other, much to everybody’s delight. It technically wasn’t a lie. They were bonding, but they were making a little more than friendship.

Y/N lazily swung their intertwined hands around as the two of them walked through the forest. It was always peaceful here, without the hubbub of city life and no homophobes telling them they’d go to hell.

It was simply the two of them. They were alone, and they could be themselves.

“You know, Y/N,” Claire mused, watching as her- girlfriend? Lesbian lover? Occasional hook-up with feelings?- dragged her along the unmade path.

“They’re going to get suspicious.”

“So you think we should tell them?” Y/N responded, apparentally unfazed. Claire stopped, yanking on Y/N’s hand. “What?”

“I-I was talking about it getting dark,” she stuttered. “I didn’t mean-”

“Oh,” Y/N said quietly. “Sorry. Yeah, we can turn back.”

They walked in silence for a while, occasionally stopping to press a kiss to the others lips. Eventually, they both just decided to lie on the ground and lazily make out.

“Should we?” Claire pondered aloud.

“Hmm?” Y/N hummed against her neck, slowly pressing kisses along her pulse point.

“Tell them. About… us.” She said the word uncertainly, as though it could burn Y/N.

“We could,” she said, pulling away from Claire’s neck. “But I’d rather be with you than out in the open about our relationship with them. Which is whack, by the way.” Claire chuckled, kissing the space between Y/N’s eyebrows.

“I know, Y/N/N,” she sighed. “I know. But it works, and I couldn’t ask for better.” She could’ve sworn, but she felt Y/N smile against her shoulder. It wasn’t until an hour later that they got up.

“Well, this was fun,” Y/N yawned and stretched, shooting Claire a pointed look.

“But I’m tired. I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

“Don’t stay up too late, kid.” Dean threw a piece of popcorn at her, which she watched as it fell to the floor. Shrugging she picked it up and ate it. Sam made a face.

“Don’t plan on doing anything.” She leaned over, trying not to grin as she picking up her bowl and drink before turning to face her brothers. “Goodnight.”

“Night,” they all called after her. Except, of course, Claire. She smirked. They’d soon be reunited.

Y/N walked into Claire’s room silently. After much practice, they’d found a system. She would go to sleep first, pretending to open Alex’s door before actually going into Claire’s room. Then she’d get ready for bed and wait.

Afterwards was always exciting.

Because it differed every time. That was what Y/N loved about Claire.

Sometimes she’d want to just hold or be held, wordless and motionless as the two of them listened to the sounds of each other breathing. Other times…Y/N threw on a ratted old flannel and stole a pair of Claire’s sweat pants off the floor. Grabbing her phone, she plopped onto the bed. She probably had about five minutes before the door opened.

Three minutes later, Claire appeared in the doorway.

“You’re early,” Y/N mused, smirking lightly as she shut the door and made her way over to the bed. “Normally you take longer.”

“What can I say?” she breathed out taking off her jacket. That got Y/N’s attention. “I’m excited.”

“Then I’d hate to keep you waiting,” Y/N sat up as she placed her phone on the bedside table. Standing up, she pulled Claire in for a deep kiss. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” she smiled back. They pulled away for a moment, memorizing each other’s face when all of a sudden they were back on each other.

Y/N tore at the remaining layers of Claire’s outfit, ridding her of her stupid flannel. She quickly shimmied out of her own plaid shirt as Claire worked on her pants. Soon, the two of them were simply clothed in their- ahem- undergarments.

Claire grunted as she brought the two of them down onto the bed, lips firmly locked as the two of them settled down beside each other. Y/N clambered on top of her, settling between her legs and pulling the legs over the two of them. Claire raised an eyebrow.

“It’s cold.” Y/N pressed her lips firmly to her, kissing the smirk off her face. She had meant to go back to business, but the feeling of Claire had her drunken on the chapped lips beneath her. Y/N was so mesmerized by the beauty that was Claire that she couldn’t hear anything but her breaths, couldn’t feel anything but her warmth, couldn’t taste anything except for the taste of her.

That was probably why she didn’t hear the door open.

“Hey, Claire, did you see- oh, god!” Sam froze, staring at the two of them intertwined. “I, uh- you two- uh- Dean!”

“Don’t call Dean!” Y/N hissed, pulling the covers over her and Claire. Unfortunately, Dean whipped around the corner, looking for a fight. Honestly, Y/N was pretty sure that everyone in the room would prefer an actual monster in comparison to what they were facing.

“What is it- oh.” His face contorted into confusion, then anger, then confusion. The minute of awkward silence felt nearly a century long. After a lingering pause while Dean tried to form words, he finally found his voice.

“You two, uh, get dressed. We’re calling a family meeting. And don’t you dare think about- y’know.” He made a vague hand gesture that really could’ve been anything before awkwardly leaving the room, followed by Sam who gave them a tight-lipped smile.

“Great,” Y/N muttered, hanging her head in her hands. “Now we’re going to get ratted at from our families. Probably not going to see each other anymore. I can’t believe it.” She stood, picking up her phone and throwing it against the wall. She didn’t care when she heard the screen shatter.

“Hey,” Claire kneeled in front of her, placing a hand on her cheek. “It’ll be okay. If they don’t like it? We don’t gotta talk about it in front of them. I know I like you. Since you won’t be getting me pregnant anytime soon, I think we can have that going for us.”

Y/N laughed dryly. She looked up at her, placing her hand over hers. Tentatively, she pressed a small kiss to her lips. Y/N sighed.

“Hurry up in there!” Dean rapped on the door, startling them apart. “Don’t make me come in there. Please.” Chuckling, the two of them put back on their clothes.

Pressing one last kiss to Claire, Y/N walked out into the living space. Claire slipped her hand into Y/N’s, squeezing once for reassurance. They awkwardly sat down on the couch, watching as Sam and Dean exchanged looks and a sleepy Jody made her way into the room with Alex close behind. She saw their hands, laughed, and then walked out.

“What’s all the fuss about?” Jody yawned. She paused mid-stretch when she saw Claire and Y/N. She looked at their close-pressed bodies, glancing at their intertwined hands. “Oh. Oh.”

“That’s what we said,” Dean attempted to break the awkward silence, not doing very well in his effort. “So…”

“How long?” Sam intervened. He looked like he was struggling to keep a cool face about this, but he was doing well compared to the others. Dean kept fidgeting as though he didn’t know what to do. Jody just stared at Claire in shock.

“About a couple months.” Y/N answered for Claire, who seemed to have a hard time getting anything out. It was strange. Normally, Claire was the one answering the hard questions.

“A couple months?” Dean asked, incredulous. “And you kept this a secret because…?”

“Not everyone is accepting,” she answered simply, smiling sadly and looking at her hand that was wrapped in Claire’s. “We didn’t want to lose you guys. Or, y’know, be banned from seeing each other. That’s not going to happen, right?” She couldn’t help the worry from rising in her voice when she said it. Her throat dried up and she tensed, awaiting the answer. Claire sensed this and brought her arm to Y/N’s back, massaging comforting circles into her back. She instantly calmed. The boys and Jody looked surprised.

“Well…” Sam faltered.

“We just want to understand more first,” Jody filled in for him. “So are you two… a thing?”

“Yeah,” Claire answered for her, slipping an arm around her waist. “We’re a thing.”

“And the two of you are…” Dean made a vague gesture to Claire’s room. “Frequently?”

“Apparentally as frequent as you are, if the amount of lotion at the bunker is anything to go by,” Y/N snorted. Sam and Jody laughed at Dean’s shocked and blushed expression. “We live apart from each other. We’re not rabbits, but we aren’t saints either.”

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “Well, as long as you two don’t, like, go at it every night, I don’t see a problem with it.”

“So you’re okay with,” Y/N gestured between the two of them. “This?”

“As long as you’re happy.” Sam smiled sincerely at the two of them.

“I’m glad Claire found someone good,” Jody added, looking fondly over at the two of them.

“I’m just grateful that neither of you are going to get pregnant any time soon,” Dean added, smirking at the two of them.

“Doesn’t mean we won’t try,” Claire whispered into Y/N’s ear. She grinned.

“… So, can we go to bed?” Y/N asked hopefully, trying to fight off the blush that threatened her neck and cheeks. Dean raised an eyebrow.

“You can go to sleep,” he clarified, pointedly looking at Y/N. “I better not walk in on… that again.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Whatever,” Claire stood up, bringing Y/N with her. “Goodnight, again.”

The three of them watched as the couple walk off, each of them sporting their own stunned look on their face.

“Did that just…” Jody asked, breathless.

“Yeah,” Sam laughed airily. “I guess it did.”

“No offence, Jodes,” Dean leaned back into his chair and sighed. “But you do not have nearly enough liquor to deal with this right now.”

“We heard that!” Claire hollered down the hall.

“Go sleep together,” he grumbled back. His eyes shot open when he realized what he had said.

“Don’t worry,” Y/N called, laughing. “We will.”

“Wait-”

#request #supernatural #winsister #sister winchester #sister!winchester #sister!reader #female winchester #winchester #mine

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silversong79 · 8 years ago

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Arrivals (Argument Chapter 12)

( @kaminoanbat I bet u didn’t think I’d finish the next chapter so fast did you? ^-^ Enjoy a whole lot of new characters everyone!)

Rogue said nothing when Doriana followed Rowan outside. In fact he tried not to react at all, though he did see Switch roll his eyes and mouth 'finally' to Cat. He swallowed and looked down at his datapad again, burying his other hand in the purring tooka’s fur. When the two came back in, any fool could see how close they were standing. How red Rowan’s face was, and how dark Doriana’s stripes had gotten. But nobody mentioned it. Well, Damyan whistled under his breath, but that was just him being a brat. Of course they were being completely obvious about it, but he knew Rowan at least wouldn't like people noticing. Rogue kept pretending to read, and while he did smile slyly at Rowan and Doriana, his mind wasn't really in it. Everything about being around other clones- especially Cat - and seeing Rowan and Doriana do the same dance he’d done once (the glances and smiles, the sneaking around and thinking nobody would notice) - all he could think of was Winger. His Winger, his heart. All he could think of was him, and he hurt.

Rogue huffed and shook his head, his silver earrings jangling. It wasn't fair of him to be depressing and moping around when everyone else was so happy. He’d just spoil it. So he took those thoughts - those precious memories - and buried them deep in his heart where nobody could see.

When he looked up again, he could see it hadn’t worked. Dreu was watching him with her arms crossed and looked like she wanted to smack him, which was her way of showing worry. Draake had much the same expression, if slightly less aggressive. He smiled and shrugged as he looked at them, and then away. He’d sort of expected those two to notice.

What he didn’t expect was Cat noticing too.

“How’s it hanging, Witcher?” Cat swung down from the beam he’d been perched on and dropped into Rogue’s lap, grinning at him.

Rogue rolled his eyes and pushed him off so he fell to the floor with a huff of laughter.

“It’s Rogue, you little miscreant,” he said affectionately. “And I'm pretty sure you're the only one hanging around here.”

Cat popped up from the floor, pushing his curly hair out of his eyes and grinning. He wasn’t at all bothered by falling, it seemed.

“What’s with the sour face, brother? I thought you liked it here.” He hopped up nimbly onto the chair beside Rogue, perching with his knees up like some kind of unholy Acklay hybrid.

Rogue sighed, rolling his eyes and setting the datapad aside. Obscure Rylothian witchcraft rituals would have to wait, apparently.

“I know you weren’t part of Topple very long,” he said in a low voice, leaning closer. “But I know you remember Winger.”

“Course I do,” Cat said, losing some of that bright cheerful spark he had. It almost looked like the whiskers on his cheeks were drooping.

“Well, he and I, we….” Rogue swallowed. “Before the tank -”

“I know.” Cat hopped over to share Rogue’s chair and leaned against him. “He wouldn’t shut up about you even back then. Gods, he was so annoying.”

Rogue tried to smile past the lump in his throat, blinking back the tears that stung his eyes. Witcher! Where are you? The echo of a scream from long ago rose in his mind. He wrapped an arm around his brother’s shoulders.

“I miss him so much,” he whispered, voice cracking slightly. “I don’t even know if he’s alive. What if he doesn’t even remember me?”

Just saying the words out loud sent a chill of horror through him. He touched the fortune charm around his neck and whispered a spell to ward off evil things.

“That would never happen.” Cat sounded totally certain, and even a bit defensive. “Winger would never forget you. Ever. Just like I would never, ever forget Mouse.”

Rogue blinked at him, raising an eyebrow. “You and Mouse were together?”

Cat shifted over and rested his chin on his knees, staring moodily at the dinner table. “Nah. Never got the chance to be.” He sounded casual, but there was weighted sorrow behind the words. “But….I would have, if he’d asked.”

Neither of them said anything for a while.

“Dori told me I’d see him again, once,” he murmured finally. “Read my palm and everything. I dunno if it’s gonna happen, but….well, who am I to argue with Fate?”

Cat sniffed and stood up, stretching. “We’ll see them again,” he said. It didn’t much sound like he believed it, but Rogue appreciated the sentiment anyway.

…….

Crow was the first one to notice it.

The Erithuda house had a spectacular roof for being lookout, a high spire with a flat top that looked out over the Lothian landscape for miles. So when the a shadow descended through the mint-green clouds, he was the first to see it, and hear the rumble of a ship coming through the atmosphere.

He watched the shadow warily for a minute, wondering why, exactly, it should make him afraid to think it might be the Republic. Shouldn’t he want to go back?

He huffed and shook his head, his hair falling in his eyes. He pushed it back impatiently. Whoever the hell was in that ship, he should probably tell someone before they landed.

He swung down off the roof, running over shingles and dropping from railings until he hit the ground right in front of Dreu’s garage.

She and Ligara were talking, and the twi’lek pilot looked just about as delighted as Crow had ever seen her - home, working on her ship with a wrench in hand and talking to her girlfriend.

She looked significantly less delighted when Crow walked into the garage, stopping just short of snarling at him.

“Is there something you want?”

Crow was the best out of his squad at hiding his emotions and keeping his face neutral. He crossed his arms and blinked at her, looking unimpressed.

“There’s a ship coming,” he said lazily, as if it was of no concern to him. “Thought you might like to know. Since this is your house and everything.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and stomped outside to look at the green sky, then groaned and swore. “Great. It’s the Asha’ra’m.”

Crow followed her, arms still crossed over his chest. “Is that dangerous, or….?”

“No,” she snapped. “Just annoying and very, very rude.”

“You must get along great,” he muttered slyly.

“What was that?”

“I said that’s great.”

He watched as the ship descended and landed right in front of the ship, and two people stepped out first: a chiss woman with a drink in one hand (tiny pink umbrella and all) and her other arm around the waist of a pretty pink twi’lek girl, who was whispering in her ear and giggling.

“Dreu!” The chiss laughed, descending the ramp. “Babe! Hi. We were in the system and needed some repairs. Also fuel. You mind taking a look, sweetie?”

Dreu threw down her wrench and crossed her arms. “Can you maybe fuck off with the cute nicknames, Aurren? You can’t call me babe anymore.” She looked at the woman beside her and smiled warmly. “Hey, Alyea. You wanna go warn my dad and sister that the horde’s descending?”

She giggled and kissed Aurren’s cheek before heading inside.

“My sister is here too,” she said to Dreu on her way past, with a thick Ryloth accent.

Crow wasn’t paying attention to Dreu and the chiss anymore - clearly they had history, but he wanted to know what the twi’lek meant by “hordes descending.” Because these people looked a hell of a lot like pirates.

First a zabrak - Dathomirian by his tattoos, Crow though. He looked scary, but he had a medkit at his belt, so he probably wasn’t that dangerous.

A weequayan came next - guy with one eye, who looked a bit familiar. He was pretty sure he’d seen him - wait.

Oh, hell. That guy was Doriana’s ex.

The next guy off the ship was a blind Mirialan with long hair, who was laughing over his shoulder to the last person on the ship -

Crow wasn’t really sure why, but he felt something….warp through the world when she stepped out. She was probably the sister Alyea had mentioned - another twi’lek. She didn’t look much like Alyea though. She was white as a seashell, with pale green eyes the same color as the Asfaloth sky, and a very large, fierce-looking Mandalorian screech hawk on her shoulder.

Crow backed up into the shadows of the garage, still watching her coo to the bird like it was a baby tooka. He caught a snatch of Dreu’s argument from behind him.

“- and I bet you weren’t planning to go home and see your mother while you’re on-planet, were you?”

“You leave my mother out of this!”

Crow looked back at the bird woman. He caught his breath. The hawk looked right at him and screeched.

She turned her head slightly, curious to what her hawk decided warranted a shriek that had given it its name, only to be distracted by a tiny pantoran darting out of the ship. She was smudged with grease from head to toe and didn’t even pause when she tripped over her too big boots. The twi'lek watched her go for a moment before glancing thoughtfully back at Crow's hiding spot.

“Is there a reason you’re skulking in the shadows?” she called out to him, smirking. She had the same thick accent as her sister. “Or are you just shy?”

He felt another jolt - he was the best at hiding. The spy, the assassin, the knife in the dark. Nobody found him as quickly as she had.

He swallowed and stepped out into the light, thumbs hooked in his pockets. “Just watching,” he said lazily. “Gotta make sure everything’s safe.”

She nodded, smiling with one side of her mouth. “Fair enough. I’m Avis Deryn, by the way.” She poked the screech hawk in the wing. “This crybaby here is Turtle.” She whispered something to the bird and fed him a strip of dried meat.

“Crow,” he said, ducking his head. “Or CT-3791 if you want to get technical.”

She clicked her tongue, and when she shook her head her lekku swayed behind her. “Now where’s the fun in technicalities, Crow?”

He wondered where exactly the strange little thrill in his stomach came from, when she said his name. That had never happened before.

“So, I was going to go for a walk,” she said. “You know, clear my head. Let Turtle stretch his wings a bit. You want to show me around?”

“Ah - yeah, sure. Love to.” He led her around behind the house to the path that wound along the edge of the cliff, in some places extended with a boardwalk that looked like it was held together with duct tape and spite.

Turtle trilled happily and flew off her shoulder to circle above the ocean. The sound of waves from below was becoming familiar, and the breeze blew Crow’s hair back from his face.

“You weren’t here the last time I visited,” she said. “How long have you lived here?”

“Me? Oh, we don’t….” His voice trailed off.

Did they? Was it really likely they’d ever go back? Crow didn’t think so, whatever he might say to the boys. Besides, everyone he cared about was here.

“Here? Just yesterday and today. But we’ve been on the Ebinor for the past month or so.”

He crossed his arms and looked out at the ocean. With the borrowed shirt he was wearing - shorter sleeves than he was used to - the tips of his wing tattoos could be seen, just about down to his elbows.

She nodded. "And that's why I haven't met you yet. I've spent the last two and a half months on Confederate planets, petitioning and out in the field, helping native avian species." She shook her head, narrowing her green eyes.

"Sentients only think of themselves when they fight with no concern with the other creatures they share their home planets with. Too many birds are nearing extinction because some fool started a fire in a patch of their only food source - no offense."

"Oh, none taken," he said, raising his hands. "I agree. I mean, they don't even care about other sentients, let alone animals. Look at me." He shrugged his shoulders, the neck of his shirt slipping sideways so she could see more of his tattoo. "Don't tell my brothers I said this, but I've figured out by now we were born slaves. If they don't even care for their own precious army, why would they care about anyone else?"

She’d been listening and nodding along at first, but then her eyes fell to his tattoo, and she tilted her head, reaching out one hand to lightly stroke the feather patterns.

“Impressive,” she said. “That’s excellent work.”

"Hm?" He glanced at her, distracted. "Oh. Thanks. My brother did it for me, to match my name." His dark eyes glittered as he smirked slightly. "You should see the rest of it."

"I'd love to." She winked back at him boldly, smiling that half-smile that showed the dimple in her cheek.

His eyes widened slightly, like that wasn't at all the reaction he was expecting.

"Ah - yeah, sometime, probably," he said, a faint flush on his high cheekbones. "I mean - sorry."

"For what?" She grinned and whistled, calling Turtle back to her to feed him.

"Nothing. I guess. I just - I'm fine, how are you?" He winced and shook his head. "And there's your answer. For being a total idiot."

She laughed and shook her head. “If I’d known clones were so cute when you’re flustered, I’d have come back to Republic space sooner.”

He huffed out a laugh, narrowing his eyes at her - a you did this to me expression. “You wanna see the view from the roof?” he asked. “It’s even better than the one from the cliff.”

“Lead the way, pretty boy.”

……

Switch had just finished painting his face - and hands and arms - when the ship landed outside. It was just as beat up and sturdy as the Ebinor, and he was pretty sure he recognized some of the people.

While he was trying to figure out where he’d seen them, the mirialan in front of him - he’d assumed he’d just move aside, even if he was walking backwards - crashed right into him.

“Hey, watch it!” he said automatically, scowling as he stepped back. “Watch where you’re going, mate!”

The mirialan turned around, carrying a crate of spice or something. His eyes were closed, eyelids mottled with scarred skin.

“Well, you know, I would,” he said seriously. “But I can’t find my eyes anywhere.”

Switch held back a laugh, hoping it wasn’t rude to stare. “You’re blind?” he asked stupidly.

“Nope.” He grinned at him. “I just can’t see. What do they call that again?”

He did laugh that time, and took the crate from him. “Well, someone’s snarky today.”

“Thanks, cutie. I try.”

He was glad the mirialan couldn’t see the sudden flush across his face. Switch shook his head, clearing his throat. “Switch,” he said, shaking his hand. “My name’s Switch. And how do you even know I’m cute?”

“Clones are hot. Everyone knows that.” Without warning he put both green hands on Switch’s chest and felt over his shoulders and neck and face. “Mhm. Just like I thought. Gorgeous.”

Switch almost choked on his tongue trying to respond without being an idiot. “And you are?” he spluttered, blushing furiously.

“Single,” he laughed. “But I’m Vadii, if you want my name. Technically it’s Vadiian Lenrahi, but nobody calls me that. Ever.” Something in his voice told Switch not to ask, so he didn’t. It was probably the same as calling a brother by his number, he reasoned. You called people by the names they chose. Not a difficult concept.

“Wait a second,” Switch said, narrowing his eyes (not that Vadii could see that.) “Didn’t you try to rob us a while back?”

“I honestly don’t fucking know,” he shrugged. “I’m a pirate, we rob tons of people. And I have no idea who most of them are.”

“Rowan screamed at you,” he prompted. “That weequay with one eye was hitting on Dori.”

“Oh, that was you!” he laughed. “Sorry, I couldn’t see what was going on.” He paused, raising his eyebrow. The effect with his scarred eyelids was kind of startling. “That Rowan guy is terrifying. Hot, definitely, but kriffing scary.”

“Right on both counts,” Switch laughed. “And he gets scarier when he loves someone. You should see him and Doriana now, they think they’re being subtle and it’s hilarious.”

“For his sake, I hope he treats her better than Hokair,” Vadii snorted. “She might rip off something more than his eye, if she cares that much.”

From somewhere nearby there was an obnoxiously loud screech, and something huge with wings swooped down and startled Vadii, knocking him forward so he and Switch both fell to the ground, with the mirialan sitting on Switch’s chest.

“Could’ve bought me dinner first,” Switch grinned. He gasped slightly when Vadii’s hands brushed carefully over his face again.

“I like when you smile,” he said. “It makes your voice sound even hotter.”

He was trying to think of a response when the screech-hawk landed placidly on his shoulder, nibbling his ear like it was expecting a treat. Switch looked up to the roof where it had flown from, just in time to see Crow and the white twi’lek woman duck their heads down behind the railing.

He pushed Vadii off his chest and sat up, then leaned close to his face. “My brother’s trying to play matchmaker,” he whispered in his ear. “Wanna return the favor?”

“Definitely,” Vadii purred. “Avis needs to get laid, and Turtle will do anything for a bit of meat. Not unlike me.”

Switch snorted with laughter and rolled his eyes. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

…..

It was hard to act like nothing had changed. But these pirates were the last people Rowan wanted to know about he and Doriana being together. He was watching from the door to the house now, keeping an eye on his brothers to make sure nobody died or exploded anything. And he was very, very glad Doriana was in the kitchen with her father and Draxo and some of the visitors. A part of him wanted to go in and help her too - he could be close to her, help her get the work done faster, maybe sneak a kiss or two when nobody was watching. But that was the thing - people would be watching. Including Draake. Rowan didn’t know if he knew about them, but he was expecting a scary lecture from the old twi’lek any minute now.

What he didn’t expect was the one-eyed Weequay Hokair to come right up to him and lean against the wall, as if they were friends or something. Rowan looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Something you want, pirate?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “Is there something you can give me, clone?”

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “And no. Because if you mean what I think, you’re going to wish you hadn’t spoken in a minute. People aren’t things to give and take.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Hokair scowled at him, narrowing his eye. “Don’t think I can’t see what’s happening. It’s pretty clear what her choice is, and I don’t get another chance.”

“Well, that’s up to her, really,” Rowan said, softer now. Though he felt a flash of panic in his chest thinking of her not wanting him anymore. “But as of now, you’re right.”

The pirate ducked his head and sighed. “Just take good care of her, yeah? She’s above both of us. And don’t tell her this, but I do still care about her. So take care of her.”

“I will,” Rowan promised, but Hokair had already walked away.

…….

He was running out of places to hide. It had taken literally lifting Draxo onto the highest shelf in the garage to get the boy to leave him alone. He didn’t seem to trust a single word Rowan was saying when it came to his sister.

So by the time Draake approached him, Rowan was fairly fed up with sentient beings in general. But he was still Draake’s guest, and besides, he didn’t want any bad blood between him and Doriana’s family.

He smiled tiredly at the twi’lek man, standing up straighter. “Hello, sir,” he said, nodding. “I...suppose you’re here to talk about Doriana?”

There was a faint spark of amusement, and steel, in his yellow eyes. He could see where Dreu got it from now. “I am,” he said evenly. “Came to warn you, actually.”

“I know,” Rowan said quickly. “I know, and I swear I’ll never hurt her or leave her or make her cry or -”

“Slow down and let me finish,” Draake snorted. “I appreciate all that, but on the off chance you ever do -”

“I know. You’ll toss me off the cliff?” Rowan guessed.

Drake smiled at him. He had the same razor teeth as his children. “I’ll be second in line, lad. Did you happen to meet Hokair?”

Rowan dropped his head into his hands and laughed. “Of course, yes. I know.”

The Twi’lek’s smile was considerably warmer now; he wrapped Rowan in a crushing hug. “Then welcome to the family, son.”

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