For some, it would arrive with fanfare and fireworks.
For others, it would arrive when least expected. After a subtle look. A bright smile. Or after sharing the softest of giggles.
But for one little guide, once known as defective, it hit him in the most ironic of places.
The Medical Bay.
Once a great source of anxiety, fear, and distress, it was now filled with a shine that Luca never expected to see.
A place that had once made his heart race from dread now made it race for a completely different reason.
He was shaken to the core, not by equipment, not by needles, not by memories of what was once past, but simply by looking at a face.
That face.
The soft beeping of monitors barely reached him against the pounding of his own heart. The antiseptic scent, always a reminder of impending discomfort, was nothing compared to the scent that surrounded him now.
All because of him.
Radiant.
Tender.
Sincere.
And that face was looking at a once defective boy who now felt anything but.
And in that moment, Luca felt full. Complete. And so utterly loved.
So loved that what were mere seconds stretched into hours as Luca turned to face him fully. His heart was still racing, but this time it wasn’t out of fear. It was because he couldn’t take his eyes off Xavier. Couldn’t wait to share his love with him.
Enchanted, Luca lifted his hands to Xavier’s face, tracing the warmth of his skin before pulling him close, lips meeting with trembling certainty.
He forgot entirely about the world, about the people, about the tearful eyes fixed on them. For Luca, time stopped. And for Xavier, whose azure eyes widened, uncharacteristically vulnerable before curving into a smile, the kiss felt like a miracle he hadn’t dared to expect.
His miracle.
His love.
And it was monumental.
It could have been in the grandest of places or in the smallest of boxes, but those two would not have cared either way.
Only now, how could Luca ever shelve away this memory?
And of the same mind was the Empress, who had sworn in her heart to keep silent. Yet unable to contain herself, the Emperor of Solaris found his arm lovingly sacrificed to her not-so-delicate taps of joy.
Teary-eyed for the beautiful future of Solaris, and silently thankful his prayer had worked as he dodged the Empress’s taps, the operative could only count himself lucky that his death would not be the one commemorating this scene.
And it was a scene to behold.
From the prince who had dared to walk an uncertain path, to the once unreachable heir who was finally ready to receive. From relatives who felt a sense of peace they had never believed they would have, to an operative who saw hope rising in the hands of such rulers.
It was a moment of joy.
A time for change.
And maybe the time for a certain chipmunk to realize just where they were and who was with them.
Xavier finally let him breathe. Their lips parted, but their foreheads stayed close, breaths mingling as if neither could come down from the dizzying high of that kiss. Their eyes were half-lidded, caught in a haze that belonged only to them.
At least, until Luca’s lashes fluttered to the side.
And he saw her.
One extremely excited Empress.
Three relatively embarrassed men.
And one floating criminal.
The little chipmunk practically poofed on the spot. This was it. This was the end. I would never live this down. Ever.


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