juno

— mekamars truther

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Malboro Nights Masterlist

Hana Song, in her penultimate year in college, is doing well for herself. Not only is she one of the world's most popular StarCraft streamers, she's blessed with a sparklingly-high GPA and fantastic group of friends. Her life, in general, is pretty easy going. That's until Juno Teo Minh falls from Mars, crashing straight into Hana's life. Everything Hana knew about life is upheaved, and she finds herself falling in love with both the world around her and this beautiful Martian she's teaching how to live on Earth. It feels like fate has brought these two together.

Cover art and co-created by my wonderful boyfriend <3

Chapter One: Star Cross'd Lovers

Chapter Two: The Robotics Club meet on Wednesdays

Chapter Three: Jageun Gom

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Malboro Nights, Ch. 3 | MekaMars

Chapter Three: Jageun Gom

Masterlist

W.C: 4.5k Summary: Demons from Hana's past threaten to ruin the relationship she is building with Juno. Author's Note: A new character! I hope you all enjoy this one <3

Ever since she was a Freshman, Hana Song very rarely cooked for herself. 

“I have no idea why you insist on dragging me out on these trips.”

Watchpoint University dorms were built to ‘inspire independence’, and contained neat, decently-sized kitchens in which the students were encouraged to cook their own meals and keep themselves sustained. It was a space Hana was largely unfamiliar with, unless she was microwaving something or what Angela was cooking smelt particularly good that day.

Angela laughed quietly, looking down at her shopping list. “Because you steal our food often enough for you to at least choose a few meals for yourself.” 

“And pay,” came Lena’s voice from below. She was crouched, rifling through the bargain shelf through slightly stale cereals that were half price. Kiriko stood next to her, frowning down at her phone. When Lena spoke she looked up, searched for Hana’s eyes quickly and nodded.

“Uh, yeah, pay, miss face-of-Nano-Cola. You’ve got poor Lena snuffling about in the reduced cereal section like a racoon.” 

All four of the women fell about laughing, Lena jokingly smacking Kiriko on the leg. The four of them shared a floor at their dorms, and had done so for two years at that point. None of them were serious about Hana paying, because they were always spoiled by her anyway. Only the week prior, Hana had knocked on Kiriko’s door with a basketful of beauty products that she’d been sent in PR, and knew that Kiriko would use it far more than she would. 

Hana leant her weight on the shopping cart, lazily pushing it around the corner, following Angela like she was her bored child. Although she complained, she did enjoy these shopping trips. She loved the way the women had their assigned seats in her car, which she had lovingly named Tokki, and how each of them would argue over what songs should play on the radio. How they begged her to put the roof down on sunny days or turn the heat on during winter. Hana loved that familiarity more than anything. They walked slowly past the medicine aisle, and Hana straightened, pushing the cart towards Angela.

“Stay there a sec, ‘kay?” she breathed, before rushing over towards the rows of Band-Aids. Angela cocked an eyebrow, glancing at the other two women. 

“Hana, I gave you a stack of those at the beginning of September,” she called to her friend, who was leafing through different boxes with an air of concentration that none of them had ever seen her possess. “What are you doing to need more?”

Hana held up a box of Band-Aids that were adorned with little multicoloured planets and yellow stars. “Correction. You gave me a stack of boring Band-Aids. Juno hurt herself coming to class the other day and I had to cover her legs in boring beige.” 

Kiriko, Lena and Angela all shared a look. As Hana walked back over and casually dropped the box into the cart, she caught it and paused.

“What?” 

“You’re buying Band-Aids for Juno?” Kiriko asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Rolling her eyes, Hana took the handle of the cart and began pushing it away from them. 

“This is her first time ever riding a bike. You think they had those things on Mars? I’m just being cautious.” 

Kiriko and Lena began to walk ahead, but Angela just kept staring, the smallest hint of a fond smile on her face. 

-

Juno ghosted her fingertips over the multicoloured planets on the Band-Aid that Hana had put on her knee that morning. October had brought more rain than Juno had anticipated could even be possible, which soaked through the scattered, yellowing leaves on the sidewalk, turning Juno’s cycle to college into a treacherous, slippery journey. But, despite the physical pain of falling over, Juno’s chest filled with warmth at the sight of the space-themed medical assistance. The thought of Hana seeing something like that in a store and thinking of her made Juno slightly lightheaded. Is this what friendship was like? If so, she couldn’t quite decide if she wanted a million more friends or a million years longer with the friends she already had. 

Beside her, Wuyang Ye poked at his lunch. He had an important in-class exam next period, and had been quiet all throughout lunch. Anran had introduced them one day, in the two hours of free time Juno had between Intro to Robotics and American Lit on Thursdays. In the two weeks that had followed their introduction, they’d been meeting up in their free periods together. Wuyang had also introduced Juno to Illari and Lena, who had heard of Juno through the grapevine but hadn’t met her until recently. They shared the same free periods on Thursdays, so sat across from them that day. 

“Wuyang, it is very important to eat!” Juno stressed, pushing his paper plate towards him. The man shook his head, his face crumpling at the sight of his hot dog. 

“I feel sick even thinking about food,” he said, pushing the plate back away. “I feel sick thinking about anything.”

Illari jerked her thumb towards the food truck Wuyang had bought the hot dog from. “Dude, you paid nearly $12 for that. That should be enough incentive to eat even a bit.” 

Wuyang picked the hot dog up and took a bite, smiling bashfully when Juno burst out laughing next to him. 

“Hana is that truck’s number one customer, I swear,” Lena mumbled, eyeing the hot dog as if it would, at any moment, reach out and slap her. Juno wasn’t sure why the mention of Hana’s name excited her so much. Any insight into her friend by other people seemed so thrilling, like she was putting one more piece into her Hana-shaped puzzle. 

“You don’t enjoy them, Lena?” Juno asked, cocking her head. Lena laughed, shaking her head.

“Honestly, Juno, if you plan to be around Hana a lot, you’ll get sick of the smell of them,” Lena replied, turning herself away from Wuyang, who was now enthusiastically shoving hot dog into his mouth, his appetite returned in full force. 

“I plan to be around Hana as much as possible,” Juno said, her face set and assured. Lena tried to hide her expression of amusement. If Hana was here right now, listening to this, Lena was sure the woman would explode. “I find her fascinating!” 

“I’m sure she feels the same way about you, Juney,” Illari said quietly, smiling as she rested her cheek on the back of her hand. 

-

As it always does, Monday eventually rolled around again. Juno sat on the desk, with Hana on the seat in front of her, carefully re-bandaging the cut Juno had gotten last week.

“... and that’s why we eventually had to switch to terminals, as they are far more reliable than the computers Earth sent us!” Juno was just finishing a story, watching Hana’s hands closely. It didn’t look like it, but Hana had been intently listening the entire time. Everything that came out of Juno’s mouth felt sacred, and Hana was so in awe of the fact this woman lived on Mars that every time she spoke about home, it felt like she was talking about a sci-fi movie she’d just watched and was recounting the plot.

“Yeah, our laptops are slightly more powerful but less secure,” Hana said, sitting up, satisfied with her medical skills. She’d put so many Band-Aids on Juno at that point that she could map the woman’s knees and shins perfectly. But she didn’t linger on that thought too much. “There you go, all patched up. Is it still hurting you?”

Juno extended her knee and bent it a few times, her mouth drawing up into one corner as she considered it.

“Not as much as it did before! Thank you, Hana. You’re so wonderful.” 

Coughing, Hana fumbled about in her bag, looking for something she didn’t even need. Anything not to look at Juno, or the way the Martian’s face had softened as her eyes scanned Hana’s face, an insurmountable fondness building in her chest as her friend avoided her. Hana helped Juno off the table, and they both settled into a comfortable silence. Juno had rubbed off on Hana: she sat up a little more, tried to take in more of what the professor was saying rather than instantly jotting notes down to look at later. It was all subconscious; Hana barely felt herself doing it. She just slotted in next to Juno so effortlessly that it was like she’d treated classes like this her entire life. 

Professor Oladele clapped her hands together, standing in front of the screen and smiling at her class. 

“We’re going to start talking about our yearly projects this seminar,” she began, her smile morphing into an excited grin. “This is my first time overseeing your projects, and I’ll be marking them alongside your regular professor. I’ve been told to tell you to resume your usual partners, and I’ll go around each pair in this lesson to discuss ideas with you.” 

Brigitte often had this strange, prophetical sixth sense. The hairs on the back of her neck tingled slightly, like she was a cat with its hackles raised. As the room around her erupted in conversation, her own partner excitedly tugging on her sleeve, she couldn’t help but glance back at Hana and Juno, that weird foreboding feeling washing over her. 

Juno glanced around the room, chewing on her lip. That same oppressive feeling that she’d felt her first time at Robotics Club came crawling back as everybody around her naturally fell into their pairs. When she glanced over at Hana, she was scrolling through her phone, a bored look on her face. 

“Um, Hana?” Juno said quietly. Professor Oladele was right at the front of the class, and it would be a good hour until she reached Juno and Hana right at the back. 

“Hm?”

“I… I believe I require a partner.”

Hana snorted, clicking her phone off and looking at Juno. “Don’t look at me. I don’t do partners.” 

Another side of Hana that Juno had unlocked. Hana had many friends, and was bright and extroverted when she was confronted with a crowd. In private, she was slightly more withdrawn and preferred to observe before contributing. Something Juno had noticed whilst hanging out with Hana and their friends was that Hana never commanded her friends like she did with a crowd. Juno liked that about her. Really liked that. Hana had quickly become her comfort, and she made Juno feel like she wasn’t crazy, because she had Hana to look to. Until right at that moment. Juno turned to her friend, frowning. 

“What does that mean?” Juno probed, and Hana laughed again, driving a painful sting into Juno’s chest. 

“I don’t work with other people that much, Juno. I’ve always done Robotics projects alone, I just… work better that way.” 

Why did she seem so irritated? Juno turned back towards the front of the class, feverishly chewing on the inside of her cheek. Perhaps she didn’t know Hana as well as she thought. Brigitte glanced behind her again and her face fell when she caught Juno’s expression. Hana fucking Song, Brigitte thought angrily to herself, I knew you were going to do this. Brigitte watched Juno’s cogs turn, practically hearing the gears grind before she pushed herself away from the table and made her way over to Efi. Hana caught Brigitte’s eye and, pulling a face, mouthed ‘What?’ in response to Brigitte’s thunderous expression. Juno and Efi made their way over to Hana’s table, the Professor’s hand on the small of Juno’s back, her heart breaking for the quiet, frightened way in which the girl had approached her. 

“There you are, Juno, sit back down,” Efi began, guiding Juno back into her seat before turning her attention to Hana. “Miss Song, what exactly is the problem here?” 

Hana glanced between Juno and Efi, hoping to catch Juno’s eye, but the Martian was staring at her balled up hands on top of the table, the tops of her cheeks bright pink. 

“There is no problem, Professor, I was just telling Juno that I don’t do partners-”

Efi held a hand up to silence her. “You don’t do partners? What about Juno? There’s nobody else in the class she can pair with.” 

“There was an odd number before, the other professor said that-”

“I’m not the old professor, Miss Song.” Efi’s voice was stern, much older than she was. There was a fury behind her dark eyes. Hana had always been so kind to Juno, so she had no idea why she was being so selfish and cruel over something so stupid as a project. 

Next to them, Juno was struggling to breathe steadily. It was escaping her nose in short, warm bursts as she pursed her lips, trying to will the tears that were threatening to escape to retreat back into her eyes. This was humiliating. Hana was arguing so insistently, clearly vehemently against having Juno as her partner. Was her work in Robotics Club really so poor that Hana felt like it threatened her GPA? Juno had been under the impression that her work had been excellent, and she was picking up Earth’s advancements in Robotics very well. Hana herself had sung her praises. So what was the reason for this display? People were glancing behind them, looking between them. Brigitte was rigid as she watched the interaction, only picking up on scraps of words over the general hum of conversation in the room. Her heart broke for Juno, whose eyes were glistening with tears and arms were shaking because she was balling her hands into fists so tight. 

“I don’t do partners, I work better alone. I don’t want to work with Juno,” Hana insisted. Efi couldn’t help but tut in frustration. 

“Juno is your partner, Miss Song. End of discussion.” 

Juno had to look away from Hana when she made a noise of annoyance, throwing her hands up in the air. Brigitte met Juno’s eye, and Juno just shook her head, defeated. What else could she do? 

As soon as the hand hit the hour, Juno grabbed her bag and flew out of the room as fast as she could, absolutely not looking behind her. Hana watched her leave, confusion flickering across her face. That confusion only deepened when Brigitte grabbed her by the arm, yanking her to look at her.

“What-”

“What the fuck was that, Hana?” Brigitte hissed. “Are you kidding me?” 

Hana’s face fell. Was what she did really that bad? Of course, she had felt bad. She knew as soon as Juno refused to talk to her that she’d fucked up, but her insistance upon no partners had nothing to do with Juno. If anything, she was blessed to have the Martian as a partner. Her approaches to robotics were largely unconventional, but extremely genius. They had a very good chance of winning if they took any project they made to the annual Science Fair, but Hana had gotten so used to working alone that she feared her ability, or, more accurately, inability, to work with another person. 

“I don’t like partners, Brig, you know why,” Hana managed, her heart falling to her stomach when Brig pulled away to pinch the bridge of her nose and groan. Hana felt panic start to rise in her throat, a thick, sticky feeling that didn’t budge even when she tried to swallow it down. She searched Brig’s face desperately. “You know why.”

“You’re running away?” 

Hana gripped her bag close to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut, wishing her friend away. Guilt had coated her entire body; it was if her limbs were made from lead, every slight move she made with great effort. It was two hours until her flight, and Yuna Lee had accosted her outside the hangar. Hana hadn’t expected any of the MEKA team to be there that day, which was precisely why Hana had chosen that day to leave. Facing any of them was too difficult, and the most difficult one to face had emerged from the fray. Hana kicked herself: she knew she should have flown commercial. It was a huge risk using the MEKA base- and one of their aircrafts- to get to America.

The fact Hana couldn’t even look at Yuna infuriated her. Fury battered against her chest as she shoved Hana back, hard. The girl stumbled, eyes opening as she found her footing, raising her arms defensively. 

“You are weak,” Yuna spat, her top lip curling upwards into a feral, furious snarl. Hana had never seen such anger before, not even when they had been fighting the enemy. “One hardship and you’re deserting your team? To what? Stream your stupid little game?” 

“To get an education, Yuna,” Hana replied, before her friend could spit any more vitriol. Hana’s success as a streamer had been a point of contention between them for years. Yuna thought it was distracting her from reality, or being a good fighter. Hana did it to make the people of Korea have somebody to idolise. To distract them from reality, not Hana: she was all too rooted in reality. It crept into her dreams, squeezed her heart and filled her with crippling fear. 

Yuna had darted across the room, gripped a can of Nano Cola with Hana’s grinning face plastered on it, and hurtled it right at her. It smacked her in the chest and hit the ground, bursting upon impact and spinning, splattering Nano Cola all over Hana’s shoes and the hangar floor. 

“I hope you get more stupid drink endorsements wherever you’re escaping to,” Yuna hissed, her breath coming out in short, angry bursts as she glared at somebody she used to love. “The rest of us will still be here, risking our lives whilst the glorious Hana Song gets to basque in a new education funded by the money we made her by murdering people!” 

Yuna spun around to leave. Hana knew this was her last chance. She stepped over the Nano Cola can, which had now rolled to a tired stop, and reached her hand out. 

“Jageum gom-” 

Little bear. 

Hana should have expected the slap. It made her stagger anyway, her hand flying up to her cheek, the impact of Yuna’s hand stinging the soft skin there. It was too late. Yuna’s footsteps had disappeared back inside the base, and all Hana could do was wait until the aircraft was ready for her to escape into. 

Maybe Yuna was right. 

Brigitte’s chest muffled Hana’s long, breathy belly sobs. She hugged her friend as tightly as she could, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head. Hana was still in the wrong. There was no doubting that, and it was up to her to make it up and explain things to Juno. But until she did that, Brigitte would be there for her, like she always was. Because if it was the other way around, Hana would do the same for her in a heartbeat. Hana Song never abandoned her friends.

Brigitte carefully pulled out her phone, keeping one arm tightly around her friend, and opened Anran’s contact card. 

B. Lindholm: code bear. i2r lab. be here asap. bring angela if u see her. love you.

-

Pocketing his wallet, another $12 down, Wuyang looked around as he waited for his hot dog to be made. Next to him, Kiriko leant against the side of the food truck, frowning down at her phone. Her frown deepened, her head snapping up to catch Anran and Angela rushing across the campus towards the engineering building.

“Oh, shit,” Kiriko hissed, grabbing her backpack from the ground and nudging Wuyang. “Emergency. Gotta go.”

Before Wuyang had even a second to think, Kiriko was rushing off, sprinting across the yard and calling after Anran. Anran gripped her hand and guided her and Angela into the building. Wuyang, taking his hot dog from the food truck employee, watched them go. What could have happened to make them all run like that? The look on Angela’s face had been intense. When Wuyang got back to his table, Illari was there with Juno, her arm around her as the Martian cried into her own hands. He dropped the hot dog on the table, cried out softly when it teetered dangerously to the side, before rushing over to put a hand on Juno’s back.

“Juno? What happened?” he asked, his eyes flicking between her and Illari. The woman’s face was slightly crumpled in sympathy as she rubbed her thumb over Juno’s shoulder, shaking her head.

“Her and Hana had an argument,” Illari said quietly, tucking Juno’s hair behind her ear to get it out of her face. 

“She was awful to me, Wuyang,” Juno said, pulling her face out of her hands to look back at him. It was Wuyang’s turn for his face to crumple, not thinking when he reached out to swipe away a stream of tears with his thumb. Sobbing softly, Juno turned her face into the touch, and Wuyang felt electricity burst in his hand. It trembled when he brought it away, his heart leaping when Juno leant into him and began to recount the story again so he was brought up to speed. Illari shook her head the entire way through her recounting it, tutting. She’d known Hana since they were Freshmen, but they’d never been that close. Illari knew that she wasn’t a bad person, but how was Juno to know that? All she had to work with was first impressions, she hadn’t known Hana for years like everyone else did. 

“Listen,” Illari said, wiping Juno’s tears away and holding her face so the woman was looking at her properly. Juno’s bottom lip wobbled. “Give it some time. Have a think about what you want to say to her when you see her next. When will you see her again?” 

“Wednesday,” Juno sniffed, bringing the tissue Wuyang had given her to her face and dabbing her nose tenderly. “I’m making a facial recognition doorbell with her and Brigitte in the club.” 

“Facial recognition?” Wuyang remarked, amazed. He gave Juno’s arm a squeeze. “I’d love to have you as my Robotics partner, Juno.” 

Illari quirked an eyebrow. “Wuyang, you’re a medicine major.” 

“So? You saw how good my robot was at Lucio’s party last year. I’m sure that can get me by.” 

The both of them wore relieved smiles when Juno broke into laughter between them. 

“I am sorry for being so dramatic,” Juno said, sniffing again. Her expression wasn’t as bright as it usually was, but she had cheered up considerably. “I just want Hana to like me. Her behaviour has made me feel very inadequate.”

“You should tell her that, eventually,” Illari replied, glancing down at her phone. “I said I’d meet someone soon. Will you guys be okay?” 

Smiling softly, Juno nodded. 

“Wuyang will take very good care of me, I am sure!” 

The blush that coated Wuyang’s face was unmistakable, and Illari walked away from the table feeling quite the wingman. 

-

n3rfth1s donated $10!

n3rfth1s: this is lowkey the quietest ive ever seen u. u gud? love u btw

Hana glanced up at the donation and grimaced. Was her mood really that noticeable? She’d streamed that night to very strictly remove her brain from gnawing on the memories of that day. Turning from Hana to D.Va helped her process things. For a while, she could be the energetic, unapologetic streamer who cursed at StarCraft and cried laughing at the antics of her audience. By detaching from her reality, she could come back to being Hana Song with a clear mind. 

Doing the exact thing Yuna once accused her of. 

Hana took her headset off to ruffle her hair.

“You’re all annoyingly observant,” she teased, shaking her hair out of the way to put her headset back on. “What if I had taken a vow of silence or something, hm?” 

sockroach: well youve lost if you were

meerkatn1p: bro thinks shes an omnic monk

furryfucker420: “you’re all so observant” do u think we’re watching this with sound and video off

Hana burst into laughter.

“Thank you for your astute observation, furryfucker420,” she giggled, shaking her head. What was the point of lying? If it was obvious, she might as well mention it. “I did something mean today to someone I… someone I really like.” 

She rolled her eyes when chat exploded. 

“I knew you guys would focus on the person I like and not the fact I’ve been a morally reprehensible person. Focus on the right thing, people!” 

Hana clicked off StarCraft and changed the stream so it was just her. She thanked a few people for their donations before reaching over and cracking open a Nano Cola. They had sent her a mini fridge two years ago, and she always had it next to her desk. It was the most low-effort way of promoting them, along with the occasional ‘Buy Nano Cola!’ pop up that would show every now and then on her stream. All she could think about was Juno, even when streaming. 

“I’ve met a girl,” she began, giving a second for the chat to catch up. She couldn’t stop the grin when there were several ‘GAY!!!’ chats rolling in, along with a burst of excited chatter. “So you can stop posting old photos of me and Lucio on Twitter now and trying to claim they’re recent.”

She stuck her tongue out jokingly before continuing. 

“And I was just… mean to her today. I didn’t mean it, but that’s not the point. I did something bad and I’m genuinely too embarrassed to apologise.” 

She wasn’t expecting to feel so much better after talking to her chat. Brigitte, Anran, Angela and Kiriko had sat with her for hours that evening, talking at length about Yuna and everything that waited for Hana back in Korea. As a rule, Hana did not talk about Korea or her time with the MEKA squad on stream. Her moderators were under strict orders to permaban anyone who mentioned it. So getting to talk to her friends about her past, then her fans about Juno… it felt like a good balance. Obviously, she didn’t give them all the details. In fact, she didn’t give them any about Juno. Just about her own feelings. Juno wasn’t D.Va’s to have. She was Hana’s. When she ended the stream and said goodnight to her viewers, she got straight into bed. The day had exhausted her. Seeing Juno on Wednesday- if she even showed up to the club- was Hana’s chance to explain herself. Brig and Angela had encouraged her to just open up completely to Juno, seeing no cons to doing so. 

As Hana fell asleep, she prayed to whatever lurked in the sky that she hadn’t fucked this thing she had with Juno up. Across the city, Juno lay in bed staring at the ceiling, excited to see Wuyang for coffee the next day. 

[mekamars-truther]

someone's turning them into bunnies

i know it's mostly the same person shh

bunnywatch

artist cred

artist cred

artist cred

artist cred

artist cred

artist cred

artist cred

[mirrorseadreams]

Juno.

[cosmic-g1rl]

that’s my girllll <3

[mekamars-truther]

Malboro nights cover <33

@nanidotorg @cosmic-g1rl

don't ask me why juno looks a little bit lobotomised...

[cosmic-g1rl]

MY BOY SO TALENTED

[mekamars-truther]

yall will never guess what...

very lazy hana for a redraw of go for it Nakamura

maybe a book cover for our fic @cosmic-g1rl

[cosmic-g1rl]

my boy so talented this is absolutely being the cover of Marlboro Nights are you kidding

[cosmic-g1rl]

Malboro Nights, Ch. 2 | MekaMars

Chapter Two: The Robotics Club meet on Wednesdays

Chapter One

Summary: In an attempt to be a good neighbour, Juno begins her own little robotics project in the hope that her new friends at the club can help her. Hana realises that her fondness for Juno runs deeper than she previously thought. Word Count: 6.7k Author's Note: Chapter twoooo! I'm having so much fun writing this. I hope you enjoy reading! Likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

Yawning, Angela Zielger gripped the side of the curtain and carefully pulled it open, allowing the blueish morning light to filter into the dorm room. There came a quiet groan from behind her.

“You look good from down here.” 

Angela turned. Moira was lying in her bed, one long arm thrown over her pale stomach, wearing only a vest that had hiked up her torso in her sleep and a pair of underwear. Angela exhaled sharply through her nose at her companion’s comment. 

“Good morning to you too,” Angela replied, collecting her clothes from the floor that Moira had hastily yanked off her the night before. From the bed, Moira watched her closely. The way her arms moved as she collected her clothes, the curve of her waist as it shifted and twisted with each movement of her body. Angela was perfect. Her chin was always lifted, her air always confident, her movements graceful. Even now, she was trying to smooth the creases out of her blouse, crouched on Moira’s dingy floor, surrounded by the mess that she’d been nagging Moira to clean away for weeks now. Angela’s dorm room, across the quad, was the perfect image of cleanliness and order. Everything in its rightful place, academic achievements lined up on the shelf above her desk, dusted every Sunday. 

Moira reached across to her nightstand, searching blindly for her pack of cigarettes as she kept her eyes trained on the woman she loved. When they’d been separated over the summer, Moira had returned to the habit. If she didn’t keep her hands busy with it, the thoughts of Angela circled in her head until she felt like she was going insane. At the sight of Moira pulling a cigarette from the back, Angela’s expression soured. 

“I thought you quit,” she said quietly, stepping into her trousers. 

“I did, then you broke up with me for the third time,” Moira replied, not unkindly. It was just a fact. Angela tutted.

“You were being horrid.” 

Moira didn’t reply. It was impossible for her to admit that, yes, she was horrid. They were arguing constantly, over the smallest of infractions from either partner, their relationship slowly withering and rotting away. Sex was spiteful and angry, and Moira was so miserable with herself that she turned it into being nasty to Angela. Her sweet, perfect Angela. 

Moira stood from the bed and approached Angela, who was buttoning her trousers. She flinched slightly when Moira took a hold of her chin carefully, pulling her face up to look at her. Angela’s expression softened when she took in Moira’s sharp features, her mop of fiery ginger hair, and the way her eyes always fixed wholly on her. Like she was the only woman in the world. Be damned what anyone else thought of her. Angela knew how good this could be for her, as long as Moira was on her best behaviour. Brigitte still hadn’t spoken to her. When she spoke about this with Moira, the woman could only scoff. They shared the same sentiments: only they could decide what was good enough for them, nobody else. Moira’s arm wound around Angela’s waist as she pulled her in, their mouths meeting softly, Angela’s eyes fluttering shut. 

“When do you have classes?” Moira asked into Angela’s mouth. 

“In two hours.” 

A giggle fell from Angela’s mouth as Moira tossed her cigarette onto her desk and pushed her gently back down into the bed, her hands making quick work of the button on Angela’s trousers. 

Across the campus, Hana was balancing on Brigitte’s shoulders, wobbling dangerously as she tried to Blu Tack a banner to the wall. 

“Hold onto my legs tighter!” Hana ordered, brow furrowed as she pressed the banner tightly to the wall. “Tighter, Brig! If I fall, I’ll break every single one of my limbs.”

Brigitte rolled her eyes. “I’m not that tall. Besides, why does the banner need to be this high up? And when have we ever even had a banner?” 

Hana seriously considered bringing her knee to her friend’s face to shut her up, but considering Brigitte could very easily sling her across the room, she thought against it. No, they hadn’t ever had a banner before, but this year was different. Not only was it Brigitte’s last year at college, this was the first year that Hana wanted to make an actual good impression. For all of the freshmen, of course. Nobody else. Hana leant back slightly, finally satisfied with the placement of the banner. She had commissioned one of her viewers to make it, and it was quite beautiful. The background was grey, and the artist had drawn the words ‘Robotics Club’ out of little multicoloured robots, with a large metal cog for the ‘o’. 

Brig helped Hana down from her shoulders, and the President stood in front of the banner, a proud smile on her face and her hands on her hips. 

“Makes us look good, successful. Don’t you think?” she asked, her eyes raking over the banner, triple checking that they’d put it up equally. She also worried about the integrity of the Blu Tack they were using. It had to stay up all day. Embarrassed wouldn’t even be the word to explain how she’d feel if she invited the club and all its new members into the room and they saw a saggy, pathetic-looking banner. 

“Anran’s excited to meet her,” Brig said from across the room, unscrewing her water bottle and taking a long drink. Having Hana on her shoulders for the past hour had exhausted her, and she’d planned on going to the gym with Anran after Club. That was definitely being cancelled. Brig leant back on the table and watched Hana’s reaction. 

“Is she? Kiriko said the same thing to me…” Hana replied absently, reaching up to unfurl a small crease in the banner. Brig smirked. 

“So the banner is for Juno.” 

Hana whipped around, shaking her head. “No? When did I even insinuate that?” 

“I didn’t even mention her name. I just said that Anran is excited to meet her.” Brig couldn’t help but laugh at the bashful look on Hana’s face, her teeth chewing on the inside of her cheek absently as she felt a warm blush creep up her neck. 

“Is it too much?” Hana asked quietly. Brig softened instantly. It wasn’t often she managed to get such tenderness out of her best friend. Hana, as a rule, was boisterous, confident and never doubted herself out loud. She’d do it internally instead, overanalysing everything she’s doing or has done. All inside her head, whilst she’s joking around with either her chat or the people around her. For as long as Brigitte knew her, Hana was like that. Only occasionally did she allow Brigitte any sort of insight into the war that was raging inside her head, and that was whenever it got a little too much. 

Brigitte grabbed both of their bags and walked over to Hana, handing her her bag and putting her arm over her shoulders. 

“It’s perfect, Han. Come on, you’ve got Physics Lab to go to.” 

She laughed loudly at Hana’s loud, dramatic groan of dismay. The pair of them walked through the halls of their college, shouldering past other students and talking amongst themselves. 

“How was your first Psychology Gen Ed class?” Brigitte asked, smirking when her friend rolled her eyes. Psychology was the least of the evil options that Hana had been forced to take alongside her usual studies. The class was only two hours a week, split into two lessons days apart, but the hour seemed to drag on and on. Hana had managed to score a seat in the back of the class that year, however, and spent her time playing StarCraft instead of listening to their teacher drone on and on about Freud or patterns of behaviour. Hana knew that if she actually listened and did the reading that she’d probably do a whole lot better than she was doing in that class, but she found it difficult to grasp theories and concepts. In robotics and engineering, all of the facts are in front of you. Hana could test a theory physically, by gripping a spanner or completing a line of code. Physical, real concepts that didn’t require ‘variables’ or ‘test subjects’. 

It did, however, create a good topic of discussion whenever she went for dinner at the Lindholm’s. They spoke for hours, their plates long cleared, about the psychology of omnics. Their engineering, their history. Torbjorn had been a professor at the college for years, and had a wealth of information locked inside his brain that Hana was eager to access. Brigitte often joked that Hana was only friends with her for access to her Dad, and Hana laughed it off. She wasn’t just friends with Brig because she was a Lindholm, but it admittedly did help. Brig herself was a treasure trove of her own knowledge, always willing to aid Hana with her mad ideas and midnight tinkering. 

“Not all bad,” Hana said as she bit into a cereal bar. The rest of her words were slightly muffled by her chewing. “I just play video games in the corner.” 

It was Brigitte’s turn to roll her eyes, shoving her friend into her Physics Lab lovingly. 

-

“Um… Junkrat? What… exactly are you doing to the doorbell now?” 

Juno Teo Minh was crouched in the hallway, arms around her bent legs, staring skeptically at her neighbour’s door. Junkrat had fashioned a bizarre-looking handheld metal contraption, very recently welded together, Juno concluded, based on the welding mask that was hiked up his face and resting at an angle on his head. 

“Mako kept getting annoyed that the doorbell was squirting squid ink at him,” Junkrat grumbled, jerking his thumb at his boyfriend, who was stood at the threshold of their apartment, large arms crossed as he watched Junkrat move. Juno waved at her neighbour. Mako nodded back wordlessly. Feeling quite friendly today, clearly. “So, in all my amazing genius, I fashioned Junkrat’s Brilliant, Long-Distance Remote Squid Ink Activator!” 

Juno pursed her lips when Junkrat laughed wickedly, thrusting the Brilliant, Long-Distance Remote Squid Ink Activator in the air in celebration. 

“How will you know when the person at the doorbell is or isn’t Mako?” Juno questioned, earning a deep chuckle from the usually silent Mako and a look of horror from Junkrat. 

“I… haven’t thought that far ahead.” 

The entire wobbly bike ride to the campus, Juno thought over ideas to help her neighbour. She very nearly crashed twice trying to think back to the logistics of the camera systems of the colony. If she could fashion Junkrat and Mako a doorbell that had a camera with some sort of facial recognition, she would be a very polite neighbour indeed. Luckily for the Martian, she knew a group that would be perfect to help her with her little neighbourly project. Excitement spiked through her body as she wheeled her bike into the bike rack. All she had to get through that day was Orbital Mechanics and Advanced Astronomy before she could see her new friends in the Robotics Club. Before she could see Hana. You see, Hana hadn’t escaped her head. The woman had been rolling about in there. Juno just wanted to know so much about her new friend. Someone who’s President of the Robotics Club must be a fascinatingly intelligent person; Juno was thrilled she got the privilege to be her friend. Once her bike had been safely locked away, Juno shouldered her backpack and began the walk up the slope from the bike shed and onto main campus. Finding her way around hadn’t been too difficult: the winding corridors of the main teaching buildings weren’t too dissimilar to the ones she grew up with on the colony. Juno liked how every room had its own specific use, whether it be a teaching room, a professor’s office or a janitor’s closet. It had been the only thing on Earth so far that had been similar to home. A small albeit sharp pain bit at Juno’s chest. She missed her Mother. She missed how her hands would smell like ethanol after cleaning up the lab in the evenings, or how she used to hum when cooking. Juno missed how her Father would look in his armchair, glasses perched at the end of his nose as he read through a journal article that was helping in his research into the molecular makeup of Martian gases. It wasn’t that Juno felt lonely on Earth. Not at all. In fact, she felt overwhelmed with gratitude at the small circle she’d found herself already nestled within, and was excited to meet more people. No, Juno missed the comforts that came with her colony. 

As she turned the corner to enter the lab Orbital Mechanics was taught in, Juno was surprised to find herself blinking back tears. Stopping, she sniffed hard and rubbed her eyes, determined to not cry. Missing home didn’t do anything at all productive for her. Instead, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, crying out when she very almost dropped it, not used to its shape at all, and fiddled with it until she pulled up Mei’s number. 

Juno: We should go for dinner soon, Auntie Mei! Father has told me to try Vietnamese food whilst I am on Earth! From Juno 

Smiling, she carefully pocketed her phone again and entered her class, greeting her new classmates with an excited grin. 

- 

Brigitte held a length of red thread in her mouth, eyebrows furrowed underneath her magnifying goggles as she tried for the fourth time to do a blanket stitch on a literal moving target. Beneath her, the target wiggled again, a breathy laugh emanating from it. Usually, that same breathy laugh would make Brig grin, but it instead drew a noise of frustration from her. 

“Anran, I love you, but if you move one more time I’m going to rip it even more,” she said through her teeth, the thread still held firmly between them. Beneath her, Anran laughed, low in her throat. 

“It’s hard not to get all giggly when your girlfriend is straddling you.” 

The pair were on the floor of the classroom that the Robotics Club was hosted in, waiting for Hana to get back from the technician’s room with equipment. Anran had discovered that she possessed a particular talent for ripping her clothing during classes, within which she studied the engineering of battling and fighting. Due to this, Brigitte had also unearthed a talent for sewing, which Anran insisted she did whilst the clothes still had a human being inside. It was the neckline she’d ripped that day, after getting her blouse caught in one of her fans as she jerked it outward in a mock fight with a training bot. Brigitte glared at her girlfriend as her hands came up to push her hair out of the way. 

“I don’t know why you insist on me doing it this way,” Brig mumbled as she finally managed to loop the last bit of thread around the hole. Anran hummed happily. 

“I like being close to you,” she replied flirtatiously, hooking her finger under Brigitte’s chin and pulling her closely. Their mouths met softly (Brig having quickly yanked the thread from her mouth) as Anran’s hand moved into her girlfriend’s hair. Brigitte held herself up with an arm either side of Anran’s head, grinning into their kiss as it deepened slowly, their warm mouths moving rhythmically against one another. Brigitte pulled away to take off her goggles, holding onto Anran’s chin so she didn’t move as she arched up to toss them to the side. She shivered as Anran ghosted her hands down her sides, quickly shifting her weight so she could kiss the woman beneath her easier. A small noise of pleasure fell from Anran’s mouth as Brig brought her mouth roughly back to hers, her hand sliding around Anran’s neck and holding her closely at the bottom of her head. Brigitte groaned as the woman dug her nails into her biceps, perhaps Anran’s favourite place to hold on her girlfriend.

“Brig, can you please tell your Dad to stock up on screws, this is the third time I’ve had to run across to- Oh my God, guys, get a room!” 

Hana stood at the door, a horrified expression stretching her mouth open and downwards and furrowing her eyebrows, hands grasping a trolley laden with building materials. Brigitte sprung upwards at the same time Anran made a rush to sit up, the top of Brig’s head colliding with her girlfriend’s chin. Crying out in pain, the pair of them fell apart, Brig rolling about the floor clutching her head, Anran sitting up, pressing the tips of her fingers gently to her chin. Hana shook her head, shocked by the both of them.

“Members could have arrived at any minute!” Hana scolded, wheeling the trolley into the room. Brigitte stood, still rubbing her head, and helped Anran from her place on the floor. They both looked at each other and grinned. As Hana began dishing out the robotics parts to each table that Brigitte had laid out earlier, Brig finished the stitch on Anran’s neckline and carefully cut the rest of the thread off. 

“You’re only jealous because you wish you could be making out with Juno,” Anran teased, grinning at their friend. It took a lot of resolve deep within Brigitte not to burst into laughter. Hana whipped around, a half-finished robotic arm in hand. 

“No I do not!” she said, sharply. “I’ve met the woman twice.” 

Anran simply shrugged. “Me and Brig boned the first night we met.” 

Hana rolled her eyes as Brig spluttered Anran’s name in shock. The woman didn’t seem phased whatsoever. She scratched her hooked nose as she thought back to that night, nodded, then went on: “Yeah, the same night. In my living room. Was a good thing Wuyang was away that night, huh Brig?”

Brig once again stumbled to tell Anran off for being so open. Frowning, Hana continued distributing the parts. 

“I have too much respect for Juno to do that.”

“Why do you have respect for me, Hana?” 

All three women whipped around in shock. Why the hell was that door so silent? Surely part of a door’s intention is to announce the exit and entrance of someone. There’s also no way it got regularly oiled in order to be so silent. Juno stood at the door, smiling at them, fiddling with her hands. Her face fell a little when she noticed none of them smiling back. “Am I too early..?”

“No!” Hana practically fell over herself putting the box of parts she was holding to rush over to where Juno was. The woman had turned to leave, her shoulder barely pointed towards the door. Hana rushed past Anran and Brig and to Juno, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her into the room. “Right on time!” 

She was, in fact, far too early, and the Club wasn’t scheduled for another twenty minutes. Anran and Brigitte shared a knowing look. 

“Oh Moons, I was so worried I’d be too early and look too eager! But, as I’ve heard people say on Earth, the early worm is caught by the bird!” Juno laughed, sliding her hand so she could fit it into Hana’s easier. Hana’s eyes widened as she looked back at their intertwined hands. There was no way Juno knew the significance of this. She’d taken what Hana had done at face value, and simply moved so Hana could accomplish the task of showing her into the room easier. Hana knew that. So why was her heart beating so fast that she felt sick? Juno stilled, looking around the room in amazement. “I love the banner! And these parts… is this from an Omnic model?” 

Hana didn’t know why she felt so disappointed when Juno let go of her hand to go and explore the different parts she’d just set out. She stood in the middle of the room, watching Brigitte talk through a few different models and where they’d been sourced. Her eyes watched Juno closely, the way she introduced herself to Anran, the careful way her small hands moved over the mechanic pieces. The way their hands fit together was burnt into Hana’s brain now. How warm Juno’s was, how they were ever so slightly calloused on the palm. From what? What had she done in her life, up in Mars, that had roughened her hands so? Hana couldn’t even imagine. She’d just have to find out. 

The Club room quickly began to fill once it hit 6pm. Robotics was one of the most popular clubs on campus, with lots of the students of Watchpoint Academy being engineering students. A thrill filled Hana at the sight of everyone milling around, making conversation, some people already getting stuck in. Brig caught her eye from across the room and Hana nodded. She hauled herself up so she was stood on a table, realising this was the second time that day that she was at a considerable height in the air in that room, and clapped her hands together to get everyone’s attention. People turned to look; people always turned to look at Hana Song. From the corner, she noticed Juno, eyes fixed on her like she was the only person in the room, the hint of a warm smile on her face. 

“Hey everyone!” Hana called out, forcing her gaze from Juno to sweep it across the crowd instead. Hana was good at crowds. Knowing people at face value. Keeping up the facade. By the starstruck look in some people’s faces, they knew her purely as D.Va, and she was more than happy to feed that to them. “Welcome to the first Robotics Club meet up of the year!” 

Hana dragged out the vowels in the word, throwing her hand up in the air and drinking in the cheers and claps she’d elicited from her crowd. Brig watched Hana command the crowd from across the room. There was a reason she was President and not Brig. You’d think that a Lindholm would be the perfect fit for the President of a Robotics Club. Brigitte was fantastic at commanding a team, helping people with tasks and teaching newcomers how to work certain things and program specific tasks. But leading a Club at college was a whole different can of worms. It was almost political in a sense, with your personality and ability to hold people’s attention integral to keeping a committed group of members. When Brigitte had approached Hana the year previously to take over as President, Hana understood. She didn’t even need to tell the woman why she was so desperate to step down. Hana had taken the role with so much grace and humbleness that it made Brigitte a little emotional. Beside her, Anran wrapped an arm around her waist as Hana began talking about what they had planned for their members that day. 

At the other side of the room, Juno couldn’t quite place nor understand the uneasy feeling that was brewing in her stomach. It was as if Hana had transformed into an entirely different person. No longer did the quiet, teasing woman she’d shared a handful of conversations with stand on that table. Instead, a winking, giggling, shouty woman paraded there, quipping calls from her audience with incredible speed and wit. Juno could tell she did this often. This was not her first “rodeo”, as her father would say. Once Hana was finished with her piece and had climbed off the table, everybody went about their own things again. Juno stayed in her corner, her teeth finding the inside of her cheek as she glanced at the door. Making new friends was not as easy as she once thought. Everyone had split into their own little groups, forming seemingly impenetrable circles around tables. Suddenly, everyone felt very tall and ghoulish, and Juno wanted the ground to swallow her up and take her back to her apartment. Poor Junkrat, she thought to herself as her shoulders rose to her ears and she tried to sink back into her hair. I’ll never be able to make him his perfect doorbell.

Of course, Hana found her. 

“Whatcha doing all the way back here?” Hana asked quietly, reaching out to squeeze Juno’s arm. “Do you want to come sit at a table with me and Brig?” 

Juno let out a small breath and nodded, moving her arm so she could take a hold of Hana’s hand once more. Something about the feeling of it grounded her; Hana’s guidance made her feel as if she was not alone on this giant blue planet. Not only that, but the Hana she knew had made a return. Juno liked to believe that this was a side that Hana reserved only for her friends. And so it was: Hana did think Juno was her friend. Anran was sitting on Brig’s lap when they walked over, a bored expression on her face as Brigitte was turned to another person, animatedly discussing something. Hana realised that right then was the socially acceptable time to let go of Juno’s hand, and she did so regrettably. Juno, much brighter than she appeared in the corner, gladly took an empty seat across from Anran and Brig, her hands instantly reaching for an old, battered camera part. 

“Oh, Juno, you won’t wanna work with anything like that,” Hana said, taking the seat next to her. “They’re from super old training bots the University used to use. They only used to use crappy thermal cameras.” 

Juno’s eyes sparkled. What a find! 

“Oh moons, that’s perfect!” Juno’s excitement was so sudden and bursting that even Brigitte stopped her conversation to look. “If I can create a program for Junkrat’s doorbell using this camera instead of the one in it already, I can definitely stop poor Mako from being inked!” 

Hana blinked. “What?”

“Yes! Clustered comets, this is wonderful, Hana! We used to use cameras just like these in the colony to recognise the scientists from the cooks!”

Juno snorted to herself, a joke that only she understood based on the stunned silence from the people around her. She continued: “Earth uses Python too, correct? I shall use a terminal… somewhere… to write a program, and Junkrat can repurpose his Brilliant, Long-Distance Remote Squid Ink Activator into something else, and I will be the greatest neighbour on Earth!”

Juno stopped dead, suddenly filled with concern, her earlier excitement seemingly vanished into thin air. Everyone had whiplash. How can somebody go through so many emotions in such a short amount of time? “That’s assuming Mako will let me take a few scans of his face for the recognition software… he does not seem like the kind of man to want me to bother him with photographs…”

Hana was overwhelmed with both fondness and confusion. This was the same babbling that had made her stupid for Juno in the first place. Before Hana could speak, Anran cut in, her face stuck in that of extreme confusion. 

“Juno, honey, what the hell are you talking about?” she said quietly. Juno looked around at all of them, not too sure why what she said didn’t make any sense to any of them. 

“Do you… not know what facial recognition software is?” she asked, her question genuine. From anyone else they would have taken great offence, but Juno’s expression was so earnest that they knew it was an honest inquiry. 

“No, we know what facial recognition software is,” Brigitte said, her eyes narrowed. “I think we’re all a little more bothered about who Junkrat and Mako are.”

Anran whipped around to gawk at her girlfriend. “That’s what you were confused by. Not the squid ink? You are seriously ignoring the squid ink?”

Brigitte threw her hands up in the air. “Obviously I’m not ignoring the squid ink but there is seriously so much going on right now that I think context is the most important.” 

Laughing, Hana put her hand on Juno’s shoulder and brought her voice down low, calm. Juno was becoming distressed again, not enjoying Anran and Brigitte’s tone. 

“Just start from the beginning, Juno,” Hana said quietly, her words only for her, as Anran and Brigitte bickered over how you even acquire squid ink. “Tell us who Junkrat and Mako are first.” 

Once Juno told the full story, of how she met Junkrat for the first time to her conversation with her neighbours that morning, everyone was now satisfied and rid of their great confusion. Brigitte sat there, her arm around Anran’s waist, in deep thought. 

“You used thermal facial recognition on the colony?” she asked, her eyes flicking up to the Martian. By that point, Hana had disappeared across the room and reappeared with a packet of cookies, which Juno was happily munching on. The Martian nodded, and Brigitte hummed in thought. “We have much better cameras here than that. Hey, Hana, aren’t we doing programming in the club in the next week or two?” 

Hana nodded. “I’ve literally just booked an IT room.” 

“I can help you program something next week. Get Project: Good Neighbour on the road!” Brigitte smiled, wide, and Juno giggled. Hana had thrown the name out as a joke and it had instantly stuck. 

“Thank you all so much for being such good friends!” 

Hana smiled at Juno, warm and fond. 

By 8pm, everyone had filtered out the room and into the darkness of the September night. To apologise for their earlier actions, Anran and Brigitte had offered to tidy and lock up. Hana was more than happy to accept their offer; she was exhausted and needed to film a brand deal to send to her editor before she went to bed. Her and Juno wandered out into the campus, and Hana was glad to feel the cool wind on her face. 

“Are you going to be okay getting home?” Hana turned to Juno to ask. Her heart leapt when she saw Juno was already smiling up at her. 

“Yes, thank you Hana. It is only a 14 minute and 23 second bike ride to my home if there is little traffic,” Juno replied, nodding over in the direction of the bike rack. Footsteps echoed ahead, and Lucio emerged from the shadows, waving. 

“Your nighttime escort has arrived!” he called, his voice echoing across the empty campus square. Smiling, Hana rolled her eyes. Being a campus celebrity, or a celebrity in general, did come with its perks, but it also came with its very real chance of being followed by unsavoury people. After a particularly unpleasant experience with a fan last year, Lucio had begun walking Hana back to her dorm at night after Robotics Club meetups. 

Juno glanced between the newcomer and Hana. There was a different kind of familiarity on Hana’s face that she held for him compared to Brigitte or Anran. She wondered what their relationship was. It was the man she had been talking to at the fair, who was playing that wonderful music. 

“Juno, this is Lucio. He can give you and your bike a ride back to your apartment if you need it,” Hana said. Lucio darted in and fist bumped Juno, who was alight with glee. Her first ever fist bump! 

“You were playing the music at the fair!” Juno observed excitedly. “You did a very commendable job!” 

“Thank you little lady,” Lucio replied, looking pleased with himself. Something Hana did like about Lucio was that he was never big headed about his talents. He took compliments well, and always found something to compliment back. Tonight was no exception. “I like your funky hair. You’d look great at a rave!” 

Frowning, Juno looked to Hana. “Hana, what is a rave?” 

Something inside the woman melted. For her to seek Hana for answers, showing her trust for her already made her slightly dizzy with joy. 

“It’s an event where people gather and listen to extremely loud music,” she replied, not expecting to find it slightly difficult to explain to her. “They all… wear certain kinds of clothes, and they listen to a specific kind of music. With a lot of… bass, I think?” 

“Meh, close enough,” Lucio said, shrugging. “So, did you need a ride, Juno?” 

Juno declined the ride and bid goodbye to both of them. Hana watched her until she turned the corner and vanished out of sight before she started walking. Lucio didn’t question it. He walked alongside Hana, his hands deep in his pockets.

“So… talking about raves…”

“No, I’m not being a special guest at another one of your events. Last time I did it I had people asking if we were together again for weeks,” she replied, shutting that down immediately. Lucio laughed loudly, shaking his head. 

“Jeez, Hana. You always think I’m in work mode. I’m not you,” he said, nudging her with his elbow. “No, I’m throwing another party in a few weeks. You coming?” 

The image of taking Juno to Lucio’s party flashed into Hana’s mind, and she could taste Lucio’s infamous Jell-O shots on her tongue already. She scoffed. 

“Of course I am. I told you a million times, I only dated you for access to those things,” she teased, grinning at the man. Lucio snorted, shaking his head as he opened the door to her dorm for her. 

-

Concern was slowly beginning to rise in Hana’s chest. Every time she glanced at the clock above the whiteboard it grew in size. Her nails rapped impatiently on the trackpad of her laptop, nudging the cursor this way and that. Juno was eight minutes late to Intro to Robotics. Okay, technically not late to the class: in the three weeks she’d shared the class with her, Juno had always arrived fifteen minutes before the hour, barely a second after. It was always her first class of the day, so Hana knew she’d be somewhere in the city on her bike. She glanced at her phone. Should she call her? No. Eight minutes was too short of a time to panic, realistically. Besides, Juno was a grown woman. If she wanted to be late, she could be late. She could skip the class that day all together. But let’s be so honest. Juno wasn’t like every other woman on Earth. Hana had grown this intense desire to look after her, shield her from whatever bad things the Earth offered. 

“Fuck it,” Hana grumbled, snatching her phone from the table and jabbing her thumb onto the phone app. Before she could even search for Juno’s name, the door opened and Juno stumbled in. Hana wasn’t sure why she stood up. Her legs moved before her brain did. 

Breathing heavily, Juno limped to the back of the class where her table she shared with Hana resided. Her usually neat bob was slightly skewed upwards on the left, a small brown twig poking out from the mess. One of her hands dragged her backpack behind her, the other her scuffed helmet. Hana’s eyes widened, and she rushed from behind her table to put a supporting arm around her shoulder. Brigitte, also noting Juno’s state, darting over to take her backpack and helmet from her. 

“I was… I was so startled by a pigeon that I didn’t see that I wasn't riding towards a drop kerb,” Juno explained quietly. “I flew right over the handlebars. Nothing is damaged. I-I used to be a medic on Mars, you see, and I saw lots of broken bones indeed. No broken bones on this Martian today!” 

The laugh that followed was a little hysterical as she blinked around. Juno turned her hands around so they were palm-up and Brigitte hissed at the sight of the bright red scuffs on her pale palms. Hana’s eyes travelled down- Juno liked to wear skirts, even in the September chill- and she winced when she saw the grazes littering her bare legs. 

“Oh Juno…” Hana said, helping her sit down. Moving quickly, she dove down for her own bag and rustled around in it frantically until she pulled out some alcohol wipes and a thick wad of Band-Aids. Brigitte began to slowly work the twig out of Juno’s hair as Hana crouched in front of her. “Thank God for Angela and her insistence that we all carry first aid with us.” 

Brigitte laughed quietly. “She’s an angel indeed.” 

Juno watched as Hana gently took her hand in hers, her breath catching in her throat as Hana’s eyes searched her face. 

“I’m going to clean your scrapes and then bandage the ones bleeding on your legs, ‘kay? Might sting a little, Juney. It’s okay if you flinch.” 

How could Juno flinch when she was treating her with such tenderness? Hana had also never called her Juney before. Perhaps it was a name just reserved for this moment, whilst she was injured, but Juno wanted to hear that name more. It was tender, intimate, meaningful, and Juno was feeling a whole host of emotions she’d never felt before. 

Once Hana was satisfied with the marks on her hands, she moved to her shins to clean the grazes there. Her face was set, focused, her eyes occasionally flickering to Juno’s face to check on her. Every time their eyes met, Hana felt a jolt of electricity, the unmistakable flipping of her stomach. It was Juno’s knees that had suffered the blunt of the fall. One of them was weeping blood, which Hana cleaned up around the wound before taking a clean wipe and moving it over the gash. Juno hissed, tensing up, her knee jerking. 

“I’m sorry-” she began. 

“Don’t apologise, its okay Juney, I promise,” Hana said quietly, smoothing her thumb over Juno’s leg to comfort her. “I’ll be as quick as I can.” 

Hana Song was true to her word. She didn’t do a particularly neat job of Band-Aiding Juno’s legs, but it had stopped the bleeding and her grazes were clean. Once Juno had smoothed her hair down, she let out a big breath. 

“Thank you both so much,” she said, touching a hand to Brigitte’s arm and Hana’s shoulder.

“So you… were distracted by a pigeon?” Brigitte asked, pinching her lips together tightly to try not to laugh. Juno’s eyes widened. 

“Yes! Earth’s avifauna is very startling to me! Birds fly with no reason or hesitation! I am not used to these feathered creatures!” 

It was no use. Now that the panic was over, Hana and Brigitte fell about laughing, with Juno smiling fondly between them. 

[mekamars-truther]

okay i am going to make an analysis post on this weeks free episode but what the fuck is this...

the second picture is one of the first episodes

why did they feed her through the youtube content farm slop machine....

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nobody hates lazy webcomic slop more than a vehement mekamars shipper who is also an artist

i laughed so much at this

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Malboro Nights, Ch. 1 | MekaMars

Chapter One: Star Cross'd Lovers

Word Count: 6.7k Tags/Warnings: Juno is still from Mars, College AU, Overwatch doesn't exist, multiple ships: Hana/Juno, Brigitte/Anran, Junkrat/Roadhog, Angela/Moira. Fluff, angst and some smut incoming, but not in this chapter. Summary: Hana Song, in her penultimate year in college, is doing well for herself. Not only is she one of the world's most popular StarCraft streamers, she's blessed with a sparklingly-high GPA and fantastic group of friends. Her life, in general, is pretty easy going.That's until Juno Teo Minh falls from Mars, crashing straight into Hana's life. Everything Hana knew about life is upheaved, and she finds herself falling in love with both the world around her and this beautiful Martian she's teaching how to live on Earth. It feels like fate has brought these two together.

Author's Note: It's finally here! Thank you so much to my wonderful @mekamars-truther for the inspiration for this work and for being my beta reader. I love you so much. I'm so excited for this fic and I hope you all love it as much as we do. I don't really have a posting schedule, but I'm hoping to be consistent in publishing chapters. I'm a liiittle bit of a perfectionist so chapters might have small gaps between publishing them!

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September had become too cold, too quickly. 

Leaves on the tips of the trees were just beginning to lose their green hues, slowly melting into the fierce oranges fall was famous for. Watchpoint Academy students walked around campus with their jackets fastened close to their chests, the occasional especially chilly person donning the College’s maroon and yellow striped scarves. As it always was at the beginning of the year, the campus was bustling with activity. Freshmen were excitedly moving in, cardboard boxes strewn in dorm corridors, streamers from a party the night before still littering the grounds, trodden on and damp. These dorms, specifically, were a burst of people. Freshmen flitted around nervously, trying out the greetings they’d been practicing in the mirror, shoving clothes messily into wardrobes, sticking up posters that best represented their interests on the walls and standing back, hands on hips, nodding. Sophomores settled themselves back in a little easier, perhaps a little cockier, mulling around wanting the freshmen to ask them questions on where things were and how things worked. Their rooms were easier to set up, they didn’t need to make big first impressions anymore, but each one of them still kicked their doors open to let people peer inside upon passing. Juniors were much the same, just much less likely to have their doors wide open. Seniors like Angela Ziegler stalked down the hallways, eyebrow quirked, blonde ponytail bobbing as she stopped at a teetering pile of folded cardboard boxes. 

“And what are you planning to do with these?” she questioned a freshman, who squeaked in response and shovelled the boxes into her room. It was Angela’s second year as a Resident Assistant, and she was doing her first round of the year to make sure everyone was behaving. Her eyes wandered over to the very last door in the corridor. It was shut, probably locked, and already had the first group of the year mulling outside. Sighing, Angela began her slow advance towards the mingling. They weren’t trying very hard to be quiet, but their voices were hushed nonetheless. It was no quieter than speaking normally, and made them look quite ridiculous. 

“My friend told me this is her room. She lived in room 203 last year.” 

“Really? It only has the name Hana on the door…” 

“Hana is her real name, idiot. It’s not exactly going to say D.Va, is it?” 

“Don’t call me an idiot, idiot.” 

“You’re the one-”

Angela cleared her throat, and the group whipped around, startled. Five sets of wide eyes blinked back at the blonde woman, who smiled at them all. 

“Can I help you at all?” Angela asked, kindly. The group glanced at each other. The first idiot shook her head, pink, curly hair whipping around her freckled face with the ferocity of the shake. 

“Nope! No thank you! We were just, um, checking out everyone’s rooms!” she squeaked, her face growing increasingly more pink by the moment. It took a lot of self-control for Angela not to burst into laughter. What a terrible, terrible liar. She hoped the young woman wasn’t pursuing a career in politics or acting. Each of them looked at each other nervously, and Angela cocked a carefully maintained eyebrow. 

“Do any of you even live on floor 2?” she pushed, taking a step more towards them. A hand darted out and gripped the pink-haired girl’s arm, tightly. When none of them responded, Angela crossed her arms and shook her head, motioning towards the exit door with a sharp nod of her head. “Out. All of you.” 

She didn’t need to tell them twice. Each of them scarpered down the hall, one of them tripping up over the cardboard boxes the freshmen hadn’t cleared up yet. Rolling her eyes, Angela turned towards Hana’s door and rapped on it in the rhythm her and Hana had decided on last year, so she knew it was her. Angela stepped back and listened to a quiet rustling, the whine of a chair’s wheels and soft footsteps before the lock slid open and Hana’s face appeared in a crack in the door. 

“They gone?” she asked, and Angela grinned, nodding. Sighing in relief, Hana opened the door further, stepping forward and leaning against the doorframe, blocking Angela’s view to the dark interior of her dorm room. “Thanks, Angela. They’re all so sweet but I just wanna relax and get settled in again… y’know?” 

Angela smiled at her friend. “That’s okay, Hana. Are you running the Robotics stall again this year?”

“Yeah,” Hana replied, blowing her cheeks out as she rubbed the back of her neck, looking away from Angela, the floor suddenly very interesting. Angela crossed her arms and Hana laughed nervously. “Sooo, not exactly relaxing, hey?”

“Hana Song.” 

“Angela, I promise, this time I won’t set fire to anything-” 

“Hana.” 

“No, honest, it’s just a normal robot this time, nothing crazy, I-” 

“Hana.”

Angela’s tone made Hana’s dark eyes shoot up, grimacing in preparation for a lecture. But when she was met with a grin, she frowned. Was she on drugs? Had somebody at that college finally figured out successful human cloning? Was she a robot? Actually, that last one was quite probable. Angela chuckled at Hana’s intense frown.

“All I’m asking of you this year is that you at least tell me when you’re building something so I can prepare my lie to tell campus security when something inevitably goes bang?” 

Hana’s frown quickly melted into a grin as she nodded at her friend, teeth glinting in the dim hallway lights. 

“You got it.” 

-

Fresher’s Fair was loud and windy, and Hana was already ever so slightly fed up. Robotics and Engineering were the college’s pride and joy, so they’d put them front and centre. Not only students attended Fresher’s: employers and scouts also nestled about, poking their noses into clubs and seeing if anyone had potential. Robotics always had a chunky crowd constantly flowing past, but ever since Hana became a big part of it, that had doubled. 

And that year, the organisers had decided that they were placing the Robotics Club right next to the DJ. Right next to Lucio, the school’s music prodigy. Right next to Lucio, Hana Song’s ex-boyfriend. There wasn’t anything wrong with Lucio, he was a great guy really. But his voice was beginning to ring in Hana’s ears a little bit. Whilst he was playing a song, his head bopping, Hana reached over and tugged at his sleeve. Lucio startled, spinning around to confront someone, his frown dissolving when he saw it was Hana vying for his attention. A bright smile filled his features, slipping off one of his headphones and nodding at her. 

“You likin’ the set, Hana?” he shouted, reaching out and clapping Hana on the shoulder. His wide grin began to falter a little when Hana shook her head slowly, her face deadpan. “What? I’ve been playing my own stuff! You like my stuff! I even threw in that K-Pop band you like!” 

Okay, she did appreciate that. He’d smirked at her when she’d whirled around to throw him a very enthusiastic thumbs up when it began playing, but she’d heard everything else a million times when he was writing it for the first time. When they were dating, she sat with her legs flung over his lap, watching him intently mix his music whilst she fiddled with a program on her own laptop for her engineering class. The same looped section of the song over and over again, driving Hana slightly insane. 

Hana reached up, putting one of her hands on Lucio’s arm. He glanced down at it, a frown flickering briefly over his features. Things had ended well enough between the pair of them, but touch like this still made Lucio’s stomach warm. 

“Just turn it down a touch,” Hana managed, her voice barely loud enough over the booming song. Rolling his eyes, the grin back on his face, Lucio nodded, pulling himself away from her and nudging the volume dial down just a smidge. Hana threw him a thumbs up when he glanced back at her, before turning back to her stall. Brigitte was busy talking to someone, and she turned just in time to see her friend motioning towards her. Brigitte was her fellow Robotics Club executive, and possibly Hana’s closest friend. They had multiple classes together, both being Engineering majors, and Brigitte was fiercely offline. It balanced Hana’s tendencies to be a little too online perfectly: Brig had no idea of Hana’s fame. Hana was pretty sure Brig didn’t even know what streaming was. It was nice to switch off around her. 

“...and this is our President, Hana Song,” Brig was saying, desperately motioning her head with sharp movements, eyes slightly wide. “You’ll love her.” 

Hana’s eyes slid to who Brig was talking to. It was a woman, around Hana’s age she assumed, standing with one of their flyers in her hands, large brown eyes blinking at Hana in amazed curiosity. Her purple bob curled around her soft, pale face, streaks of glowing pink illuminating the smooth skin of her forehead and cheeks. Hana swallowed nervously. Maybe a viewer? The intensity of the curiosity the young woman was beaming her way was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. It felt like nothing else in the world mattered to this woman but Hana. There was excitement behind it, but also a level of distance. So perhaps not a viewer. As Hana approached them, the woman’s smile only grew in size, her eyes practically sparkling. 

“Hello!” the woman said, bursting forward with an intensity that made Hana flinch slightly. Her hand flew from behind her back, palm out, fingers splayed wide, asking for a handshake. When Hana took her soft hand in hers, the woman squeezed her hand a little too tightly, shook it a little too hard. “My name is Juno and I’m a transfer student! I love robots!” 

Brig also couldn’t keep her eyes off of the woman. Mouth open in a stunned smile, Hana’s friend nodded slowly. “Tell our President where from, Juno.” 

Juno’s eyes flickered from Brigitte to Hana, excitement rising in her chest. “Mars!” 

-

Smoothing her hands over her skirt, Juno sucked in a deep, shaky breath as she stared at herself in the mirror next to her bed. There were clothes scattered all over the room, an explosion of colour and an inside-out space suit. Juno eyed it warily, wanting nothing more than to be inside of it. It was her comfort, her last memory of home. Wearing skirts and t shirts and anything that flowed felt foreign to her, but she was determined to breach her comfort zone for her first ever day at college. 

Juno leant down and grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder and trying not to look too hard at the stain that was on the carpet. Auntie Mei had recommended this student housing, claiming it to be the best of the best, where all of the best parties happened. She’d lived there herself as a student. When they arrived in Mei’s car and saw the dilapidated state of the housing, Mei swallowed nervously before admitting that her college days were over twenty years ago. So Juno found herself living in a small, tired room that she’d tried her best to dress up. Soft fairy lights were strung up along the ceiling, twinkling a gentle purple. Her bed, as messy as it was whilst she was getting dressed, had the faces of the moon on, and the mirror she was looking in was from Mars. Soft, rounded edges, holes in the top and bottom from where it had been bolted to the wall to keep it from floating upwards. The photo of Juno and her parents was carefully Blu-Taced onto the reflective surface. Reaching out, she brushed the pads of her fingers carefully over her parent’s faces.

“I can do this,” Juno said gently to herself. “I have all the tools I need.”

With one last touch to her Mother’s face in the photo, Juno turned quickly on her heel and rushed out of her room. She knew herself too well: if she had stayed a second longer, this outfit would be stripped off and she’d be late to the fair. There’s no way she could be late! There were so many things she wanted to do and people she wanted to talk to. Down the hall, one of her neighbours was tinkering with the camera doorbell she’d watched him shoddily install the day before. Juno couldn’t help but stare as she locked her door. Her neighbour, noticing her look, took a sort of double take towards her, nodding at her.

“G’day.” 

Juno blinked. “Pardon me?” 

“Look, I’m tryin’ to fit my handy dandy doorbell with squid ink, here,” her neighbour replied, gesturing at his doorbell in annoyance. Frowning, Juno walked over to her neighbour’s door and ducked down, chin in her hand. 

“The ink of a squid?” Juno asked, glancing at her neighbour. The name above his doorbell read Fawkes. He’d been friendly enough, but often shouted at nighttime. Juno was fascinated by him. “Whatever for?” 

Her neighbour’s eyes lit up and he tapped himself gently on the head with the screwdriver he was brandishing. “Ahh, someone with curiosity! I’m fending off the enemy! One squirt of squid ink and they’ll be blinded instantly!” 

“And what about people who aren’t your enemy? Do they also get squirted?”

The man called Fawkes cackled loudly. “Of course!” 

Juno’s eyes had been fixated on the mechanism of the doorbell, and she nodded at the man’s words. “How fascinating. If you move this screw, here…” 

Without asking, she took the screwdriver from her neighbour, who didn’t seem bothered at all by her intrusion. With a little tinkering, Juno moved things around until the pouch of squid ink he had put in there was primed to be squeezed whenever the doorbell rang. Her neighbour clapped her on the back, laughing wildly. 

“You kids from the college are something else!” he laughed, closing the doorbell over and screwing it back into place. Smiling, Juno stood, pride beaming from her. She just helped her first person on Earth! Her neighbour turned to her and shook her hand enthusiastically. “I’m Jameson. Jameson Fawkes. What do I have the honour of calling you, m’lady?” 

Juno giggled. “I’m Juno. Juno Teo Minh. I am from Mars!” 

He sat back on his haunches, blinked at her a few times, scratched his nose, then nodded. Made sense. A lady from Mars? Sure, that could happen. Juno glanced down at her watch and gasped. 

“It was lovely to meet you, Jameson!” she began, ripping herself up from her place on the floor and beginning to run down the hall towards the elevator. “I have to get to college now! Bye!” 

“Who’s Jameson?” he called after her. Juno stopped, frowning, turning back to her neighbour and cocking her head. 

“You..?”

He stood up and jabbed the handle of his screwdriver into the doorbell. It rang out gently before dark, black ink shot out from a hole he’d cut out, covering his white tank in the liquid. After making an exclaim of excitement, he waved at Juno. 

“Everyone calls me Junkrat.” 

Something Juno had worried about on her journey to Earth was acclimating to the way in which society spoke. On Mars, everyone was direct and kindhearted. They were all scientists who didn’t see a point in being anything but direct, and saying what they saw. Junkrat made Juno feel relieved; people on Earth weren’t all too different after all! Juno nodded once, leaving her new friend with a small salute. 

“Okay! See you later, Junkrat.” 

Juno had walked to the campus once before, with Auntie Mei, and now she was doing it alone she noticed so much more. The way the sun dappled between the leaves overhead, each sunbeam rustling and morphing with the sway of the trees in the wind. Juno gawked at people riding past on bikes, their baskets rattling as they passed over the cobbled street. Everything around her felt so alive, so fresh; as the campus finally came into view, the hints of conversation and boom of the music coming from the throng of people, the Martian couldn’t help the excitement that crept up her spine. This was the Earth she had been promised by her parents, the giantness of the population finally solidifying in her mind. People moved perfectly around one another, shoulders tipping back to allow a group through, small apologies when foreign arms bumped one another, laughter echoing when friends recognised one another. Everything in such perfect harmony. Juno’s mind swam with the possibility of everything at once, and it was quite overwhelming. She almost tripped over herself climbing the stone staircase that led to the courtyard, realising that everything was very suddenly in her hands. Back on Mars, she had one singular fate, and that was to carry on the colony, complete their vital research. On Earth? Juno could pick anything. She was pursuing a scientific degree, but she could pull out and learn how to paint, or drive a racecar (surely it’s not too different to a spaceship?), or join a band. As the thronging crowd in front of her buzzed with excitement and energy for a new academic year, Juno shouldered her way through it in awe, buzzing with excitement and energy for an entirely new life. 

Where was she to start? Someone at the top of the steps had handed her a stall map, and she glanced down at it, her eyes raking over the names. Economics club, Arts and Crafts, RPG… Robotics Club! Right next to the DJ. What a brilliant combination! Juno adored Earth music, and she had heard that the DJ was somebody quite well liked on Earth for his music. Juno wrestled through the crowd, wishing she’d brought her boots to get above the crowd and find this stall easier. Following the music, she shouldered her way through people and finally found herself standing in front of the stall. Two women were running it, one of them who had just moved away to talk to the DJ, her long brown hair brushing in the soft wind. The other stood with her hands on her hips, her strong arms being the first thing Juno noticed. Their eyes met, and a bright smile brightened the woman’s face.

“Hey! You interested in Robotics Club?” she asked, moving one of her hands down to rifle through a stack of flyers, pulling one out and motioning Juno closer. Gladly, Juno did move closer, excitement prickling up the back of her neck. She held onto the straps of her backpack tightly, almost trying to keep in her own anticipation. Set a good first impression, Juno, she said to herself as she stepped forward, taking the now-outstretched flyer and raking her eyes over it.

The flyer was much higher quality than Juno expected it to be. The paper was glossy, soft, the lettering in bold colours and the pictures high quality. The woman manning the stall laughed, almost embarrassed, rubbing the back of her neck as her eyes flickered from Juno to the flyer in her hand. 

“Yeah… Hana paid for the fancy flyers,” she said, jabbing her thumb in the direction of her fellow exec, who was currently putting her hand on the DJ’s arm and saying something to him that Juno couldn’t hear. “I think it makes us look a little pretentious.” 

Juno shook her head, laughing, her eyes falling away from Hana. “Not at all! I think it makes you look involved. I’m not quite used to the idea of advertisement yet, we didn’t have the need for that in the colony, but from what I understand so far, this looks quite effective!” 

Juno didn’t notice the look of confusement that crossed the woman’s features. Her eyes were raking over the flyer, flicking it open to begin to read the inside. 

“The colony?” the woman questioned. Juno looked up and smiled at her.

“Yes! Sorry, how rude of me, I haven’t introduced myself at all. I’m Juno, and I’m from Mars!” 

It took the woman a while to respond. It took so long that Juno glanced up from her flyer and repeated herself, the first flames of worry beginning to flicker behind her chest. 

“Well! I’m Brigitte but everyone calls me Brig…” she was trying to get the attention of the other woman running the stall, waving almost desperately. How exciting! Juno thought to herself, closing the flyer over and focusing all of her attention on a new possible friend. “... and this is our President, Hana Song. You’ll love her.” 

Hana Song turned around finally, her eyes meeting Juno’s. Something unfamiliar began to swell in Juno’s chest, a feeling that sat somewhere between excitement and something sickly. Hana was beautiful. Perhaps about Juno’s age, but it was hard to guess, with sharp brown eyes and a perfectly curated bang sitting across her milky forehead. Juno was obsessed with the pink whiskers she’d painted onto her face, and as she approached them, the young Martian was suddenly overburdened with the want to make a good impression. Juno wanted to be in this woman’s life. There was no exact reason why, but the manner in which Hana Song carried herself over to Juno made her nervous. 

“Hello!” Juno offered her hand, just as she’d been taught, and gave Hana a good, strong handshake. “My name is Juno and I’m a transfer student! I love robots!” 

A firm handshake and an immediate common ground. This was connections 101, surely. Juno felt confident in herself.

Brigitte hadn’t quite stopped staring at Juno yet. Something about Juno just made her believe her instantly. What would she realistically get out of lying about something like this? Brigitte finally ripped her eyes away from Juno to glance at Hana, who was staring at the young woman in equal amounts of awe.

“Tell our President where from, Juno.” Brigitte urged, nodding at Juno in encouragement. Excitement rose in Juno’s chest. Junkrat had been so casual about learning that Juno was from Mars, she assumed everyone would find this normal. It was her normal, so why wouldn’t anyone else hold it in the same regard? “Mars!” Juno replied, a smile beaming from her. The smile didn’t last long. Hana stared at her, eyebrows pulled together in confusion, eyes flicking over Juno’s face again and again. Clearly, Hana did not go through the same thought processes as Brigitte. In fact, the look on her face was slowly morphing into one of skepticism, and Juno found herself beginning to panic. It was a cold, slippery feeling that began in the bottom of her stomach and crept upwards. 

“Mars?” Hana pressed, one of her eyebrows cocked. Swallowing nervously, Juno fumbled in her bag for her coin purse. Clicking it open, with Brig and Hana watching curiously, she pulled out a folded photograph and handed it to them, stepping back to allow them time to process. Hana took it from her, with Brig stepping behind her slightly to get a look too, not able to control her own curiosity. That made Juno feel slightly better, at least. Surely if they didn’t believe her, they wouldn’t entertain her like this? Juno’s teeth found the skin on the inside of her lip and began to chew nervously. 

“Huh,” Hana began, tracing her finger over the photo. It was a photo of Juno, surrounded by a group of people in white lab coats. They were stood at a giant window overlooking what is unmistakably a barren landscape with the inky black sky of space bordering it. “You’re not lying. Did you say your name was Juno?” 

The Martian let out a breath of relief, nodding enthusiastically as she took the photograph back from Hana, folded it carefully and clicked it back into her coin purse. Hana and Brig glanced at one another, smiling. 

“We meet every Wednesday,” Brig said, watching her friend carefully. Hana was staring at Juno, eyes slightly narrowed, drinking her in as if she wasn’t ever going to see her again so she had to get all the staring in now. “We’d love to see you at Robotics. Right, Hana?” 

“Yes,” Hana replied, far too quickly, smiling at Juno. Juno smiled back. “I’d love to see you on Wednesday.” 

- 

“You liked her.” 

“No I didn’t.” 

“Yes you did.” 

“No, I didn’t.”

“Are we five years old? Yes, you- don’t you dare throw that at me, Hana Song.” 

They were in Brigitte’s room, the day before classes started up again for the year. Brig sat at her desk, magnifying goggles hiked up to her forehead as she looked over at Hana, soldering a motherboard. Hana stood on her bed, holding a controller she was tinkering with for a project over her head, eyebrows raised at her best friend. Brigitte had been teasing Hana about Juno for two days at that point, and Hana swore if she heard the woman’s name again she was going to drop out. Because it wasn’t just Brigitte that was bringing Juno’s name up: Hana couldn’t stop thinking about her. Juno’s name rolled about in her head like a loose marble. The way her hair bobbed as she walked away from the stall, the darkness of her eyes, the way her lips pulled up into a toothy grin. It was ridiculous. Hana hadn’t streamed all weekend because of it, and the anticipation to see her on Wednesday was almost too much; it made her feel a little queasy. 

Hana, tossing the controller back onto the bed, flopped down and pulled one of Brig’s pillows into her lap. Sulking. Laughing, Brigitte shook her head as she pulled the goggles back down over her eyes and turned back to continue soldering, picking up the soldering iron and making small little lines to heat the material up. Hana opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by a banging on the wall behind her. 

“Hana!” Angela’s muffled voice came from behind the wall, coming from the room next to Brig’s. “Ten minutes before curfew!” 

At her desk, Brig went very still. Clutching the pillow, Hana told her friend in a quiet, hushed voice that she could explain, that she meant to tell her, that she wasn’t sure how to approach it. 

“Why on Earth,” Brig began, her voice eerily quiet. Squeaking, Hana recoiled back on the bed as Brig turned around. Her goggles were still on, making her eyes look gigantic. She looked like a very angry bug. “Is Angela in Moira’s room?” 

Hana bared her teeth. “They’re hashing things out.” 

“Hashing things out?” Brigitte dropped her soldering iron on the table in frustration before cursing and whipping around to pick it up and put it carefully back in its proper holder. She was quick to turn back and look at Hana accusingly with her large angry bug eyes. “Hana, last time she and Moira were together Angela nearly had a nervous breakdown. She’s terrible for her. Why have you let her do that?” 

Annoyance flickered briefly across Hana’s features as she slowly began to uncurl herself from Brig’s pillow. 

“Brig, Angela is smarter than the pair of us combined. I don’t ‘let her’ do anything. She makes all those decisions herself. We just have to trust that she knows what she’s doing.” 

Brig didn’t seem convinced, and when the knock came on the door from Angela for her and Hana to go back to their dorms together, Brig couldn’t even look at her. She frowned at her unfinished motherboard instead, hands clenched into fists.

“Brig’s angry at me.” 

They were walking across the quad to their own building. Everything around them was quiet, dark, with most people adhering to the curfew far before it came down. Angela’s hands were folded in her lap as she walked, looking out across the quad almost wistfully. What she said was not a question: she knew Brigitte would be upset with her decision. Sighing, Hana eyed her friend warily. Angela and Brig had been rocky for a while, ever since she started seeing Moira. Hana felt stuck smack-bang in the middle, unable to be torn either way. 

“Yeah,” Hana sighed, looking away from her friend and at the floor. The path was covered in damp brown leaves. “She just wants what’s best for you, Angela.” 

Angela pursed her lips, still not looking at Hana. “I’m the one who gets to decide that.” 

They walked in silence for the rest of the way back to their dorm. They passed Kiriko’s and Lena’s rooms and Angela disappeared into her own without even a backwards glance at Hana. She lingered in the dimly lit hallway for a moment, staring at Angela’s closed door before fishing her keys from her hoodie pocket and retreating to her own room. 

Tossing her keys on the desk, she toed her shoes off and surveyed her room tiredly. The clock on her bedstand read 10:09, and she knew the smart decision would be to get a good night’s sleep before her first Intro to Robotics class of the year the next day. Her mind wandered to the Martian briefly, excitement bubbling in her stomach at the prospect of possibly seeing her around campus. Everyone in Intro to Robotics had settled in last year, and Hana couldn’t imagine Juno being in class the next day. So she could relax. Hana sat down at her desk and booted up her PC, clicking on her LED lights as it whirred to life. Streaming took her mind off of things, allowing her to become a different person. When she streamed, she was D.Va, not Hana Song. Just a few hours, that’s all she needed. She had to feed her fans somehow. Once everything was set up, Hana settled into her chair and began the stream. Everything was silent for a moment before the chat began to explode, making a grin curl the corners of Hana’s lips. 

“Hey everyone,” she sang, dragging out the last syllable, waving both her hands. “Sorry I’ve been quiet. Missed me?” 

The chat agreed that, yes, they had missed her. Hana giggled, swirling her hair around one finger as she rolled her eyes at a paid message that made fun of her for focusing on her college work. She’d planned on playing StarCraft for a little bit then leaving to sleep, but the more she spoke to her chat, the later it got. 

It was 4AM when Hana eventually ended the stream, yawning and rubbing one eye.

-

Robotics was at 10AM on Mondays. Everyone sat in their usual seats, in the pairs they’d been in for a year at that point. Hana, as always, sat at the back on her own. That particular Monday, Hana was sprawled across the desk, her head on the cool wood of the tabletop. Brig leant against the wall, arms crossed, grinning knowingly at her friend.

“I’ve told you a million times before to not stream so late before a day of classes. What else have you got today?” Brig’s voice was teasing and light. 

Hana’s voice was muffled by the table. “Video Game Design an hour after this. Kill me, Brig. Right now.” 

Cackling, Brigitte kicked herself off of the wall and clapped Hana on the back, catching her by surprise and making her cough. 

“Brig!” 

“Sorry, I’m like my Dad. I forget how heavy handed I can be,” Brigitte laughed, easing her hand over her friend’s back instead. Hana groaned into the table again. Brig lifted her head to check if the teacher was there yet, and went completely still when she watched Juno nervously step into the room, clutching her backpack like it was going to float away at any moment. Was that anxiety or habitual from being raised on a planet with a gravitational pull 62% weaker than Earth’s? Brigitte physically shook that thought away. Stupid. Of course it was anxiety. 

Juno’s eyes were as wide as saucers. Brig watched as she checked the number on the door with her timetable three times, before being brave enough to carefully fold the paper back up and slide it into her jacket pocket. She stayed firmly by the door to the classroom, eyes fixed ahead. The scene must have been so alien to her. A decently sized group of people around her age, some of them talking amongst themselves, others idly dozing like Hana, others having textbooks open and cramming in some last minute notes before the semester began. Perhaps it was more casual than she was expecting? She’d dressed herself in a shirt and tie, along with a skirt and a pair of purple cowboy boots. Honestly, on anyone else it would look a little crazy, but on Juno it just worked. Her firm placement in the doorway meant their teacher, Professor Oladele, walked smack into her. 

“Oh! Sorry…” she began, trying to manoeuvre Juno out of the way with a carefully placed hand on her elbow. A flicker of recognition crossed Professor Oladele’s eyes. “You must be Juno. Here, come to my desk and we will get you sorted out.” 

Nothing on Juno’s face gave away any hint of shock at Efi Oladele’s age. Efi was barely taller than Juno’s shoulders as she walked her to her desk, dropping her briefcase on the desk with a thud. Efi was by far the youngest professor on campus and, perhaps, in the entire world. She had been brought in to teach Intro to Robotics whilst their usual teacher was on maternity leave. 

“I have something that will wake you up.” Brigitte spoke in a hushed voice, leaning down to bring her mouth to Hana’s ear as she kept her eyes locked on Professor Oladele and Juno. 

Hana flinched. “If you hit me again…”

“No, no. Although now you say it…” 

Without looking up, Hana jerked away. “You’re an asshole, Lindholm.” 

“Hana, trust me. I have something that will wake you up.” 

“I don’t trust you anymore.” 

“Hana, honestly.” 

“No.” 

“Hana-”

“Miss Song, is there a spare seat next to you still, or has Miss Lindholm finally forgiven you for blowing up her project last year?” Professor Oladele called out from across the room. There was a scatter of laughter amongst the other students at the memory of Hana and Brig’s disastrous argument after Hana tried to modify one of Brig’s projects the year before. Brigitte scowled. 

“No way have I forgiven her,” she replied, pushing away from the table and going over to her own table. When she turned around, Hana had finally sat up, and was staring at the front of the room, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. “I told you that would wake you up.” 

Hana didn’t bother looking Brig’s way, because she knew she’d be annoyed at the smirk on her friend’s face. Juno caught her eye and waved, a smile on her face. Hana had been the first person she’d recognised from the fair the other day. Still in slight shock, Hana waved back. 

“You can sit next to Miss Song, Juno,” Professor Oladele said, motioning towards the woman. “You’ll have to forgive her in advance for her proclivity to make things go boom.” 

Efi opened her small fists to mimic an explosion, cocking an eyebrow at Hana as she did. A growing blush creeping up from her neck, Hana looked away, a pout forming on her face. 

Juno was overwhelmed with joy. All morning, she’d been pacing her room waiting for a suitable time to leave and get to campus. A bubbling cocktail of anxiety and excitement had stirred her stomach and made her change her outfit twice. She’d repacked her backpack three times and relistened to the last message from her mother just the once. Everything was for them. 

“You’ve travelled from Mars to Earth by yourself, Juno,” she told herself sternly in the mirror that morning. “You can do the first day of college.” 

Sitting next to Hana must have been fate. The woman had extended such kindness towards her at the fair that it eased many of Juno’s worries about making friends in her first ever class. A smile firmly on her features, she bounced over to Hana’s table and sat down next to her, plopping her backpack on the floor. Hana kept her eyes firmly affixed elsewhere, and Juno leant forward and tried to beam her smile at her new friend, encouraging her to possibly smile back. 

“Of course you’re in a robotics class, President!” Juno joked, giggling nervously. Hana glanced back at her, eyes raking over the Martian’s pretty features. She was not ready to see Juno again. For the past few days she’d been able to ignore the weight on her chest caused by this newcomer by knowing that when they did meet again, it was at the club, in a situation Hana could control. Hana could absolutely not control this. Juno just kept smiling at her, and Hana couldn’t ignore her. 

“Am I that predictable?” she teased, her voice low as Professor Oladele had begun speaking. As Juno giggled again, Hana reached down to pull her laptop from her bag, spamming the spacebar a few times to get it to boot up. Juno folded her arms in front of her and turned her attention to the front. Next to her, Hana yawned as she opened up her notes and the reading that she was definitely meant to finish the night before. 

As the lecture progressed, Juno glanced around, realising she was the only one without a laptop out. She’d spent the last twenty minutes bolt-upright, hands tightly clasped, drinking in each of the professor’s words with great interest. 

“Hana?”

“That’s me.”

Juno frowned at her new friend. Hana was leaning slightly away from Juno, her head resting heavy on her hand. “I know that’s you, Hana.” 

“I was- it’s just a joke. What’s up?”

Juno motioned at the people surrounding them. “Why does everyone have their laptops out?” 

Hana explained under her breath that it was for taking notes, turning her screen towards Juno so she could see the notes she’d already taken. Hana studied the way that, when she was frowning, Juno’s chin would crease slightly, her eyebrows never really deepened, just turned ever so gently. It made Hana’s mouth a little dry to be observing her so closely. At this proximity, she could smell Juno’s gentle vanilla perfume, see the way she’d dusted shimmer on her eyelids, notice the way her dark eyes moved when she was studying something. 

“Can people not just… remember?” Juno asked. Hana was still getting used to how earnest the Martian was. 

“It gets a bit tricky when you have other classes to remember too,” Hana replied, clicking off her Intro to Robotics note tab to show Juno the other classes she had that semester. The frown hadn’t left Juno’s face just yet, and Hana couldn’t help the small smile that grew on her face at the sight of it. 

“I think I’ll remember everything,” Juno replied, sitting up, satisfied with her conclusion. Hana simply shrugged, turning her laptop back to herself and typing up a new set of notes. For the rest of the lecture, Juno stayed very still, listening intently to the topic at hand. It wasn’t anything she didn’t already know from her time at the colony, but it was still fascinating to hear it spoken about in such detail.

Chairs scraped as people collected their things and got ready to leave. Brigitte stood from her desk and made her way through the gentle stream of students to Hana and Juno’s desk. 

“How was your first lesson, Juno?” Brigitte asked, thumping her very gently on the back. Hana watched, narrowing her eyes at Brig. Why did she get massive smacks on the back and Juno gets the gentle treatment? “It was wonderful!” Juno exclaimed, shouldering her backpack. “Hana is a wonderful tablemate! She showed me how to take notes!” 

“Not that she plans to take any of her own,” Hana mumbled, shoving her laptop unceremoniously into her backpack. Juno simply smiled. 

“I will remember it all!”

“Uh huh.” 

Brig watched Juno leave, both hands on either strap of her backpack, eyes sparkling with a newfound excitement for her day. All previous anxiety she’d been carrying around with her that morning had dispelled completely. Next to her, Hana sighed deeply. 

“You were right.” 

Brig raised an eyebrow. “Not often you admit that. What was I right about?” 

“I do like her.”

[junoalien]

BLIZZARD LET JUNO HAVE HER PURPLE HAIR AND MY LIFE IS YOURS OH MOONS PLEASE. IM SICK OF HER BEING BLONDE WITH BLUE EYES LET THAT GIRL HAVE HER PURPLE HAIR. AND HER HELMET. PLEASE

[cosmic-g1rl]

I Circle You - MekaMars

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Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Juno and Hana go on a hike together, where Juno witnesses one of Earth’s greatest displays of love for the first time

Author's Note: Thank you so much to my wonderful boyfriend @mekamars-truther for this idea. You are my ultimate muse and the love of my life. I hope you all enjoy <3

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It was Juno who crested the hill first.

She’d been a pace ahead of Hana the entire hike, occasionally running back to slip her a kiss, or stroke her hair for a moment before darting back off and drinking in the endlessness of the grand, blue sky above her. Soft, white clouds speckled the royal blue expanse, the sun’s golden rays beating down just behind them, as if they’d been walking away from it this entire time, trying to escape its heat. Juno gasped softly, coming to a complete stop for the first time in hours.

She could see everything.

It felt as if the entirety of Earth stretched out beneath her feet, reeling on and on until it dipped down the curve of the planet and disappeared out of view, but never out of reach. The Martian couldn’t explain why her heart felt as big as it did then, as if all of the trees had been waiting for her to see them, and the grass had grown beneath her feet for her to collapse on in her sudden weakness upon seeing such beauty. The reservoir felt as big as an ocean and as little as a puddle to her up on the hill. It sparkled like a giant, winking gem, and she could see the small dark images of waterfowl bobbing along its lapping waters. Her tongue felt too big in her mouth, too dry, sticky; the reservoir felt as if it was there for her. To nurse her. Everything sang to her; everything felt made for her.

But when Hana put her hand, carefully, on the small of her back, her perspective shifted.

It wasn’t made for her. It was made for everything. Everything that breathed and blinked on this planet deserved this. They deserved this hill, the relief of the cool waters, the shade the giant trees provided. Hana probed Juno for her thoughts, quietly, squeezing her waist gently as they both stood there, soaking in the sights. All Juno could do was turn to her girlfriend, tears brimming, threatening to spill, and nod. Hana understood. She’d been to this reservoir tons of times and it still never failed to take her breath away. Everything felt right when she was there. She could forget about cities, money, jobs, deadlines, worries. All she had to focus on was the way the breeze smelt sweet and how her girlfriend’s sweaty back felt against her arm. How the birds sang overhead, and bugs buzzed around them with endless curiosity. Up there, the pair of them felt endless. Locked together until they stopped breathing, and forever afterwards.

The pair of them decided to sit down; they’d been hiking for a while. They moved just off of the path, near a patch of bushes, and Juno rooted around in her backpack for their water bottles and snacks. Hana rolled her eyes, an unmoving grin plastered on her face as Juno fussed about her. About a mile back, Hana had been stung by nettles- completely her fault, she was trying to get a photo of a frog for Lucio and got startled when it, as frogs do, hopped away- and Juno was cleaning and applying aloe vera gel to the small area, a stern look on her soft features.

Hana hooked her finger around Juno’s chin and gently urged her to look at her. “You fret too much.”

Juno hummed, bringing her face closer to kiss Hana’s chapped lips. “Not enough. Never enough.”

Once Juno was satisfied with Hana’s care, they fell into a comfortable silence, sitting together, Juno’s legs over Hana’s lap, sipping water and munching on granola bars. Hana grimaced on every bite. This felt a little too healthy for what she usually reached for, but Juno insisted. Who was she to deny her girlfriend’s expertise on the human body? The breeze had picked up a little more, and the pair of them welcomed the small relief from the sun’s consistent brilliance. Juno sat with her eyes closed, her head tipped back, lips slightly parted as she allowed herself the feeling of the wind. Hana watched her closely, feeling her heart swell. Something she’d never experienced before coming to Earth was the feeling of wind. Every time she could, she liked to appreciate it, and Hana forever had time for her to do that. Hana forever had time for her.

As she watched Juno soak in the sun and the breeze, something caught her eye. Her gaze followed it, and she gasped softly when she realised what she was seeing. Juno, drawn by Hana’s shock, opened her eyes and searched her girlfriend’s face.

“What is it, Hana?”

Hana took Juno’s hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and pointed skyward. “Look!”

Juno followed Hana’s directions and let out her own breath of shock. Two bald eagles soared through the sky, almost as one, carefully circling each other before falling back and letting the wind catch their giant wings. They were close enough to pick out the soft yellow of their hooked beaks, and the smallest hint of the patterns on their brown feathers. In excitement, Juno stood, rushing over to the edge of the hill, her eyes fixed intently on the birds. Hana followed after her, winding an arm around her waist and hushing her, not unkindly, but enough to reassure her that quietness was acceptable. Her eyes narrowed as the eagles circled each other in tighter, more purposeful movements.

“Are they..?” Hana’s sentence trailed off, lost in her own thoughts, and Juno glanced between her and the eagles, her fists clenched in excitement.

“Are they what? What? What will they do, Hana? When-”

Juno was cut off by Hana’s hand pointing at them again.

Both of the eagles’ claws reached out at the same time. They soared closer to one another, claws outstretched as if they were in an airborne imitation of the Creation of Adam. Both of their claws brushed against one another, and missed. Instantly, with flaps of the wings so synchronised you’d believe they’d rehearsed and prepared for this their entire lives, they circled back on one another, claws outstretched, desperate for one another’s touch.

“What are they doing?” Juno probed in an awestruck whisper, not able to look away. She didn’t see the smile of amazement playing on Hana’s face, or the way she was brimming with her own tears of amazement this time.

“It’s a death spiral,” Hana replied softly, her hand coming up to cover her mouth in shock as the eagles finally locked claws. Once they were interlocked, their powerful wings each beat once and they grabbed each other with both feet, beginning their whipping spiral down to the floor in a flurry of circular aviary.

Juno was horrified.

“No!” she cried out, wrenching herself from Hana’s grasp and almost falling over herself to kick her Martian Overboots into gear. One of them hummed and propelled her upwards, but she was in such a rush that the other kept slipping. She was wonky, off-kilter, dangerously close to tipping backwards. “We… We have to stop them, Hana! It’s our duty to save them!”

It was hard for Hana to wrench her eyes away from the birds, but she had to stop Juno. Lunging, she caught Juno’s ankle and tugged her away from where she was desperately trying to get to the birds as they spiralled closer to the ground. A noise of anguish left Juno’s mouth as she watched, horrified.

“We can’t stop them, June-bug,” Hana called, trying to tug her girlfriend back to the ground, but now both of her boots were working, there wasn’t much Hana could do. She felt her own feet begin to lift from the floor. “Just keep watching, baby, please.”

The eagles spiralled closer and closer to the ground, their claws never leaving the other, and Juno couldn’t help the tears. She had never seen anything die before. Why was Hana doing this to her? Why was the world so cruel that this was just something acceptable that happened? What were humans there for if not to stop this nonsense? Juno was close to kicking Hana away: something she never thought she’d do before. But just as she lifted her leg to propel herself away, the birds spiralled down to not even a foot from the floor, and with a magnificent crack of their wings, pushed themselves away from each other and back up towards the sky. Crying out in relief, Juno propelled herself to Hana, who had let go of her ankle the second the birds let go of one another, and hugged her tightly, burying her face into her chest. Why couldn’t she stop crying? Sobs wracked her chest as she pulled Hana closer, so deeply shaken by the display that it kept replaying in her mind over and over again. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, willing the image away. They were okay, the birds were okay. When she looked up, despite being terrified that if she looked again they’d be encapsulated in another spiral, she breathed a shaky sigh of relief to see they were soaring across the reservoir.

“Why, Hana? Why would they do that?”

Hana had a very serious look on her face as she took her girlfriend’s wet face into her hands and stared at her, searching her dark eyes, pushing tears away with her thumbs.

“Juno, we are not here to mess with nature. We look after the sick ones, just like you did when you fixed my nettle sting.”

Hana presented her arm to Juno to look at before continuing on: “But that was a mating ritual, June-bug. I think you and I would be pretty upset if somebody interrupted me and you hanging out together, don’t you think? It’s the same thing.”

A frown pressed down on Juno’s brows as she ran her fingers carefully along Hana’s healing sting. “A mating ritual? But they could have died.”

“That’s the point. They show complete trust in one another as they spiral down to what could be their death. Letting go at the very last minute to prove to one another they’re worthy of mating.”

Hana watched as Juno thought about it, practically hearing her cogs turning. All Hana could think was God, I’d do it. I’d spiral to the ground with you and trust you the entire way down.

Imagine if it was me and Hana, Juno thought to herself as she surveyed her girlfriend’s face. I would trust her. If we were those eagles, I would choose Hana to be my mate.

Never looking away from her, Juno took Hana’s hands and positioned them around her shoulders. Hana tightened her grip, pressing her forehead against Juno’s as she kicked off from the ground, boosting them up into the air. Taking in a shaky breath, Hana let herself look down. They weren’t as high as the eagles were, but humans dropped a lot quicker and were a lot heavier than eagles. It wasn’t that she was nervous. She’d never seen Juno look so serious in her life. There was a soft edge to the glimmer in her lover’s eyes that she’d never seen before. It tightened the skin around her eyes, heavied her eyelids, drew her eyebrows upwards as Juno looked at her. Hana felt like she was the only thing in the entire world. Hovering above the hill with her Martian girlfriend, clinging to her bony shoulders, legs locked with hers, trusting her more than she ever thought it was possible to trust someone. It felt as if, in that moment, they were a whole. Not two bodies, but one entirety, one whole, one unity. Unity made Hana think of the word universe. How they’d come to one another from across the universe and somehow became something so whole, so right. Everything seemed to quiet around them. Hana felt like the eagle then, her claws digging into Juno’s shoulders, feeling as if their skin was one breathing organ shared between them.

“Do you know what they reminded me of?” Juno asked, breathless.

“What?”

“Planets. Orbiting their suns. Spinning around them dutifully every single day, unknowing of space’s expansion, or that one day their sun will die. Do you think the eagles know the other will die one day?”

Hana couldn’t help herself. She pressed her lips tightly to Juno’s, capturing her mouth in a searing, salty kiss: the two of them were crying, feeling the full brevity of their connection in that one moment. Juno pulled away and kicked one of her boots off.

She kicked herself out and moved Hana’s hands to her own. Hana’s weight began to drag them down, through the air, and Juno swung herself around so they were spinning. It was clumsy, nowhere near as graceful and rehearsed and natural as the eagles, but they gazed at one another with giddy excitement as they span to the ground. Hana glanced behind her, watched as the grassy floor lurched upwards to meet her, dangerously close, and felt complete peace.

Just before Hana could go thudding to the ground, Juno kicked her boot back on and pulled Hana in for another kiss as they floated to the floor, mouths locked.

[tired-fandom-ndn]

Sometimes "rarepair" means "you are literally the only person who posts about this on tumblr dot com" and you have to learn to be okay with that.

[cosmic-g1rl]

@mekamars-truther

[solarasalem]

I wanna draw Mekamars ship art sooo bad but im not great at drawing yet 😭 so heres a Juno in space instead

[mekamars-truther]

I love draft reading my gfs mekamars college streamer au and coming up with even more world building <33

[cosmic-g1rl]

boyfriend n beta reader in one <3

[mekamars-truther]

mekamars and they slowly become mind readers for eachother

for context we do not have dorms 😭😭

[cosmic-g1rl]

i’m writing a mekamars college au and i take my work very seriously 🤭

[mekamars-truther]

Bouta be me and gf on fortnite

can you tell i'm the man in the relationship <3

yes i'm playing dva shut up

@cosmic-g1rl

[cosmic-g1rl]

need to see d.va do the scouse shuffle

[mekamars-truther]

Hana would do this just to be a little shit

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