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we can go fast, i'll drive and you just lay back

Summary:

If Hailey and Zoey are gonna look at her like this every time she takes them on a trip, Harmony thinks they should do this much more often.

Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight 2025 Day 3, prompt: Fireflies

Notes:

hi y'all i just got home from work and i'm dead tired so . mini tiny drabble. but i flirted with my cute coworker & shared a bottle of wine w her 👉👈

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“Are we there yet? We’ve been driving forever.”

Harmony lets out a huff and shakes her head: “It has not even been twenty minutes.”

“I’m dying back here,” Zoey groans, taking one of her airpods out, “I don’t understand why I have to sit in the back.”

“I know you love playing passenger princess, but Hailey gets carsick. Now behave, we’ll be there soon.”

Zoey grumbles and reluctantly puts her headphones back in.

Hailey isn’t engaging, too excited to even pretend to be listening. It’s cute, Harmony thinks, looking forward to a little camping trip this much. Then again, this is technically their first vacation as a triad. Maybe she's right to be this giddy.

Harmony looks over and smiles. Since day one, her favorite thing to do has been making Hailey happy. Sure, she can fight with Zoey and have it end in amazing makeup sex, but seeing Hailey come out of her shell and be so genuinely filled with joy and expressing it?

There's not a lot of things that make her happier.

Hailey's tapping against the window rhythmically. Zoey's given up her relentless quest to annoy Harmony into getting them to their camping spot faster, and lay against the window, eyes glued to her phone.

The sun shines through the windows of Harmony Jones' van. They pass trees and fields and even a small section of the Witchwood Lake.

Harmony can't stop smiling. She could get used to this.

Later, when they've arrived and Zoey has stopped complaining about the bad reception at the edge of the Witchwood, Harmony begins to set up the bed in the van. Hangs up the fairy lights, gathers the pillows and blankets, all while Hailey is using the tiny kitchen to get dinner ready.

And when the three of them are sitting in the back, Harmony in the middle, all wrapped in two blankets, staring out into an open field. The sun has set a while ago, and they're not talking—the silence settled comfortable, just enough space between them.

Harmony puts her arms around Zoey's and Hailey's shoulders, and among flowers and grass and trees, fireflies dance, looking like stars that have long forgotten the sky and instead came to play on Earth.

Harmony feels it, feels it deep inside her bones: this contentment she can't believe she ever found with Hailey and Zoey.