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You Always Bring Me Home
Pairing: Faithful x Reader (Kit)
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The air smelled like petrichor and desert sage after the storm passed — the kind that swept through Springrock with just enough force to rattle every old bolt in the roof. The kind that left mud puddles and cracked clouds and a sky so orange it hurt to look at for too long.
Kit stumbled up the stairs to the porch, boots caked in dust and face flushed from a long day on patrol. Her back ached. Her eyes burned. And her whole body begged for stillness.
And there she was.
Faithful sat on the old porch swing, bathed in that golden post-storm light, hair down, a warm mug in her hands. She was humming something — a melody Kit didn’t know but wanted to ask about. Her voice was quiet but rich, like velvet stretched over memory.
Faith looked up, and her face broke into that smile — the one that always looked like a sunrise after too many nights.
“Hey, you.” She stood slowly, careful not to wake the bundle in the cradle beside her. Kerano was fast asleep, snuggled up with Fluffle, the plush mangled but clearly adored. Kit softened at the sight, then leaned into the kiss Faith pressed to her cheek.
“You didn’t have to wait out here,” Kit murmured, setting her gear down gently. “You should be resting.”
“I was,” Faith replied, taking Kit’s hands and lacing their fingers together. “But then I remembered you always come home tired and grumpy, and I didn’t want your first sight to be Albus in a towel again.”
Kit snorted. “I’m traumatized. Never again.”
Faith’s laughter was soft — her favorite sound in the whole damn galaxy. She leaned in, touching her forehead to Kit’s. “I made you tea. Your favorite. Mint and that weird starfruit powder you like.”
Kit wanted to cry. Instead, she pulled Faith into a hug, burying her face in her shoulder. She felt Faith’s arms wrap around her like roots, grounding her. Like always.
“You’re too good to me,” Kit mumbled.
Faith pulled back just enough to cup Kit’s cheek, her thumb brushing gently under tired eyes. “No. You’re just not used to being cared for, sugar. Let me.”
Kit blinked. Her throat ached. So instead of words, she leaned in and kissed her. Slow. Grateful. Tired.
Loved.
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Later, they sat together on the porch swing, Kerano still snoring lightly in her hammock, Fluffle slumped over the edge like a soldier at rest. Kit’s head rested on Faith’s lap while soft fingers combed through her hair.
“I used to think I’d never have this,” Faith whispered.
“Have what?” Kit asked, eyes fluttering closed.
“This,” Faith murmured. “Quiet. Love. A future that doesn’t bleed.”
Kit turned slightly, pressing her lips to Faith’s thigh. “You got it now. And I’m not going anywhere.”
Faith smiled down at her. “Good. ’Cause I already carved your name into the porch post with mine.”
Kit laughed. Loud and bright. “You’re a menace.”
Faith grinned. “Only for you, Kit.”
And as the sky turned to stars and the desert settled into stillness, Kit knew — this was home.
Faith always was.
