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Leonhardt

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Leonhardt - Arknights

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Leonhardt from Arknights

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I can’t resist this thrill (work with me here) - Loewe/Agate

Fandom: Trails in the Sky / Sora no Kiseki Relationships: Loewe/Agate Crosner Tags: Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Mild Referenced Homophobia Words: 930 Summary: Never has Agate imagined grocery shopping would be like this

Also on AO3

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“I feel like I’m forgetting something.��

The words are out of Agate’s mouth before he realises it, as Loewe’s steps slow to a stop in front of him. 

Loewe looks over his shoulder, gazing at him wordlessly for a moment before he comes back to peer over the opening of the paper bag cradled in Agate’s arm. The clean scent of pine rises from his hair right as he comes close. It makes something skip in Agate’s chest and, damn it , he should really be used to this by now.

But still his breath catches. And the tips of his ears burn hot when Loewe looks up at him through his eyelashes and hums. “We need zucchinis.”

He pulls away, then, and begins to backtrack their steps. Agate follows closely behind, never staying too far from him, as if an invisible string stretches between him and Loewe, tethering him to wherever he goes.

There was a time when Agate couldn’t explain all these sensations. The racing heart, the sparks that shot through his spine whenever he got a little too close during their spars with that infuriatingly smug smile of his, and the strange, magnetic pull in his hands that wanted nothing but to bring him even closer. To shut him up. To feel the warmth of his skin, alive.

It feels stupid now, but they confused him, scared him.

Or at least they did, right until he became frustrated with them - enough to stare at Loewe right in the face and confess them. Because if he didn’t get it, then who would?

A season has passed since then. But even as winter begins to close in, with the sun shining over Ruan is still so bright - unchanging, unwavering, like the warmth of Loewe’s finger wrapped in his, all these months.

They enter through the general store’s front door again, and Loewe has exchanged two zucchinis for eight silver coins on O’Neill’s counter before he can even comment on their quick return. Then it is only another half-minute before they’re back on the road to Loewe’s apartment.

“Shit, you were in and out of there faster than I’ve ever been.”

“We already let him talk our ears off about his so-called grand escapade to the Crosbellan wilderness.” Loewe huffs, “I believe that is enough of his fantasies for one day.”

Agate laughs, light. “You didn’t even let him get to the part where he rescued the lost kid who turned out to be Erebonian nobility or whatever.”

“Hardly a loss. He will tell it to me eventually.”

“You promised him next time.”

He huffs again. “A necessary compromise, if we are to start on dinner by sundown.”

Loewe continues forth, the back of his hand brushing past Agate’s palm as he does. But before he can go too far, Agate suddenly hooks his index finger around Loewe’s and tugs at it. Then he lifts his hand, locking their fingers together, and tilts his head slightly to kiss Loewe’s knuckles.

Loewe’s breath hitches. He stops in his path and turns to face him, eyes wide.

Agate looks at him hesitantly as he lowers their hands. “…What?”

He blinks. “You kissed me.”

Agate furrows his brow. “Do I not do that all the time?”

“Not in public, you don’t.”

“Oh...”

Loewe watches him for another moment, curiosity shifting through his eyes before he takes a slow step towards him, hand still in his. “What made you change your mind?” he asks.

Agate swallows. How is he supposed to answer that, when he didn’t even realise he wasn’t doing it in the first place?

Ruan is busy this time of the afternoon, with all the industrial workers and shopkeeps heading home for the day, picking up last minute groceries or milling towards the restaurants and the casino.

Agate would be naive to think not a single one of them has ever looked their way. He’s never sensed any malice, but with any look comes awareness, something to be self-conscious about. Maybe that was it.

He wonders when that stopped meaning anything, though.

He meets Loewe’s gaze. “I just did - screw what anyone else thinks.”

Loewe laughs. It’s light, soft and silvery like the moon in the daytime sky. “Then…”

He suddenly leans closer, his eyes half-lidding to a smoulder that he knows makes Agate’s mouth go dry, before pressing his finger against his bottom lip. “How about here?”

Agate’s heart pounds when he glances down. A flush rises in his cheeks, burning like the indignation that lights up in his chest, as the paper bag crinkles against his tightening grip.

But let it never be said that Agate Crosner backs down from a challenge .

It’s rougher than he means for it to be - when he leans in and crushes his mouth to Loewe’s with enough force that he leans back, the tip of his finger caught between their lips.  But Loewe only hums in that honey-sweet way of his, his smile widening as he returns his kiss. His fingers brush over the skin on the back of Agate’s neck before he presses closer.

Agate pulls away, then, and slowly opens his eyes. And when he finds a blush dusting Loewe’s cheeks and that light smile, just a little shy, he lets himself count it as his win.

Loewe tugs Agate’s hand back to him. There’s a new spring in his step when he turns towards the warm light of the sunset. “Maybe we can start on dinner a little later,” he says.

Agate laughs, and lets Loewe pull him into a run home.

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