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Fernando couldn't believe his eyes. That was Luciano's body, the one he'd existed in for over a year. That was his voice, the sweet and calming yet strong voice he's woken up to for years. Those weren't the eyes he knew, but he could still see his Luciano behind them. there were more tattoos but he was the same man. The same arms that held him tight, the same hands he loved to kiss.
‘Join me’ he asked, extending a hand to Fernando. ‘I'm still the same Luciano.' Fernando looked at the hand. The same nails, the same fingers, even the same scar from when Luciano had grabbed a hot pan because Fernando asked him to. He suppressed the smile that threatened to cross his face as he remembered their bickering.
'You said to grab it!'
‘I thought you were going to get an oven mitt before grabbing it!'
‘But you asked!'
‘And you would do anything I asked?'
‘Yes. I would go to the ends of the earth if you wanted a flower from there'
'I love you'
'I love you too. Where's our first aid kit?'
That scar, always the source of poking fun when neither could sleep. That scar, connected to that hand, connected to the man he loved. If you asked Fernando later, he'd say he couldn't remember what Kaiser said. in the moment, his whole focus was on the face of the love of his life. Kaiser may have shouted ‘that's not Luciano!’ but if Fernando heard it, it went in one ear and out the other.
Fernando couldn't stop the tears from falling as he took a step closer ‘Lu’. He heard his voice breaking on the single syllable and as he searched for the words to say. He took the hand he's known, with a ring matching his, in his own hand. Fernando pressed himself against Luciano's body, bringing his hand up against his love's face. His gold band glinted in the light, shining nearly as bright as Luc- Kia- Luciano's eyes.
A tentative hand rested on Fernando's waist, light but grounding. It moved to the small of his back, bringing him impossibly closer to the body he's known and the eyes he'd like to know.
In a voice reserved only for him, Fernando listened as his husband breathed, 'Stay. Love of my life. Please, stay.'
They breathed and stayed silent for what felt like hours. It could have been seconds, days, years, Fernando didn't care. he could remain here, in peace, with the love of his life until the sun exploded and he would have lived the perfect life. Fernando heard Luciano's breath catch and realized he had made a request that Fernando had not answered.
Fernando pulled his head back to look his love in the eyes. ‘I,' he started, gently resting his forehead against his lover's ‘will never stop loving you.’
And for the first time in a year, Fernando kissed his husband. If he thought there were sparks the first time they kissed, there were fireworks this time. All the longing, pain, love, and fear was poured into this kiss. And Fernando knew, he would be okay.
He loved Luciano. He could learn to love Kian. He had his husband's face, after all, and Fernando could never stop loving that man's face.