#but I'm a firm believer in puppet found family but I also like found family that can still tease joke around and prank each other

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❗❗❗ I used a translator so the text is bad i think ❗❗❗

October

Hunter fell in love with october.

He didn't notice it himself - october had taken away his first friend, left a hollow in his ribs and terrible scars on his skin.

But october also left him with many fond memories of his days in the human world. Hunter would never be able to forget his and Luz's awkward confession and first date, which ended with dried mud on his boots and pants and laughter to tears.

Maybe the reason to love october was more obvious?

Maybe it was only because she loved him, too.

Hunter sighed, flicking the off button and setting the machine aside. He'd fixed all the clothes that barely had any damage, and now he had the basement to clean up. He and Luz had made quite a mess when they made the sets for the puppet show. She said she'd always wanted to do something like that, but she'd been a kid herself before - no one wanted to hang out with her and so there was no one to show her stories but her mother. And Luz loved other people's laughter. She loved to make people smile.

And Hunter loved her.

--

He opened his eyes slowly, too tired to move. He was met only by the dark ceiling and the soft sniffing of Luz, who was nestled against his side. The arm she was lying on was stiff, and Hunter began to gently smooth the girl's hair to get the blood flowing.

Just to get the blood flowing. Nothing more.

Thoughts stirred in his head, intrusively looming, keeping him awake. What if, what if, what if...

But there was no more rush, no more danger, no need to grasp at every straw, trying to pull on everyone at once. They were home, safe, with their families.

But his thoughts were eating away at him every minute of his loneliness, trying to blame every sin and every scratch on his friends' skin. Luz kept telling him, over and over again, in soft whispers or with firm conviction, with a smile and tears, that he was not responsible for all the events that had happened and it was not his fault that something so terrible had touched the Boiling Isles. Hunter believed her, only because it was impossible not to believe her - she was always the one who kept her word to the last.

Luz curled up, resting her head on Hunter's chest, and sighed softly.

- I can hear you thinking, - she murmured, her voice hoarse from sleep, not bothering to open her eyes. She hissed, throwing her leg over his, her cold feet against his skin.

And somehow I felt at once calmer. But Hunter just grinned, didn't answer. Just continued stroking Luz's hair, pulling her tighter against him, to the disgruntled sleepy muttering. As much as she protested, she was still chilly. And she huddled closer to him, closer to his warmth. That's why Hunter loved october. For its coldness, for their ability to be closer every minute. For the fact that Miss Noceda made the best hot chocolate. For Luz wearing his sweaters, wrapping herself in them like a blanket.

And even more, he loved her, just for having her.

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- I'm glad I have such a hot guy practicing under my window... - Luz wiggled her eyebrows deliberately, leaning on the window sill... - But not at six in the morning! You're still supposed to be in bed and warming me up at that time!

Hunter stopped his exercise, put aside what had once been a rake, and walked over to the window. Luz reached out to him, shuddering from the cold air and blinking her eyes, barely awake and all disheveled, grabbed his neck with her hands, pulling him closer to her. She kissed the bridge of his nose, giggling when Hunter's ears turned red, and tried to continue tormenting him, kissing his whole face sleepily. He moved toward him. His hands found themselves under Luz's tank top, pressed firmly against her belly. The girl shrieked, bouncing back, clawing at the carpet with her foot and almost falling, before running to the window and slamming the giggling Hunter over the head with the first notebook from the table.

- Dumb! Your hands are freezing! - She kept hitting him with the notebook, though the snorting gave her away.

- Now you're awake, - Hunter tried to grab her again, but to no avail.

Luz laughed, dodging his hands, and Hunter laughed with her. There was something about the way they continued what had once started in Latissa. When they could never have imagined that they would live together in the Noceda family home. That Hunter would set up his workshop in the basement. That Luz would warm her cold feet at night, pressing them against Hunter's constantly hot body. That they would share a bed at all, and then, over breakfast, argue about who snored harder.

I guess Kikimora could be thanked for that.

But only a little.

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Hunter lazily guided the spatula over the frying pan, mixing the eggs into a crooked omelet. Miss Noceda, after much persuasion that Hunter was not "forcing" herself to get up in the morning and make breakfast, finally relented and pushed her alarm clock back to eight in the morning. She understood, but didn't expect, that the time would come so quickly when she no longer had to worry about the kids. Even in little things like this.

Luz hugged Hunter from behind, resting her head on his shoulder. She could barely reach her chin, but the urge to breathe into his ear was always stronger. She loved the way the sensitive witch's ears twitched.

- Is that for me-e-e? - She grinned slyly, almost hanging onto the boy.

- No, you cook it yourself, - He turned with a stone face, carrying the plates to the table. Luz lurched behind, too insistent to let him go, but as soon as breakfast touched the table, she immediately jumped up to a chair, sitting down as comfortably as possible while Hunter fussed in the kitchen, getting out glasses and lactose-free milk. He paused for a moment, looking at the cardboard box still unopened.

- Would you like a cooked breakfast?

- Absolutely! And you will, too! - Luz, who'd eaten almost half of her omelet, pointed accusingly in the direction of where Hunter was supposed to be. He snorted, retrieving extra plates and a Halloween themed box of ready-to-eat breakfast from the cabinet.

- You know I don't like to eat that much in the morning.

- Prepared breakfasts won't kill you, you won't even get full of them. But they're delicious!

- I can't argue with you, sunshine, - Hunter patted the girl's hair and kissed the top of her head before he sat down at the table.

Tonight was going to be a long day of holiday preparations. And at night they could relax watching some kind of movie, sprawled out in the middle of Luz's room. She'll turn on the lights, he'll bring the cookies they made. They'll fall asleep on the floor, completely oblivious to the movie. Miss Noceda will come in, turn out the lights, smile and kiss them, her children, obnoxious and finally happy. And in the morning they will complain about each other, talking about who, to whom, and what they kicked in the night.

And Hunter loved this everyday life. He loved the cozy month of october.

After all, it was in october that he had once realized he loved her.

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- Luz! Luz! Look! - Hunter waved his arms in delight, almost bouncing on the spot with joy. Luz looked back and a soft smile lit up her face.

- Cardinals! You didn't tell me they were here, too!

The girl moved closer to Hunter, leaning slightly on his shoulder and watching the birds sharing something in the tree. She really hadn't told Hunter that they could sometimes be seen in Gravesfield. All she'd forgotten about such a small thing, but now it seemed as if it was something important, something very special - the way Hunter watched those funny birds in awe. As if they hadn't taken away that part of him that reveled in Flapjack's silly antics, tugging at an annoying strand.

- If you want, we can make a feeder. Maybe they'll come and visit, - she smiled, her eyes closed without hearing the answer. She pressed herself harder against Hunter, chilled by the october chill, and ducked her nose into her scarf.

Hunter exhaled unevenly, hugged her tighter, and whispered softly:

- ...I wish I could.

October was ending, bringing with it only colder winds, ripping off the remnants of the colored leaves that reminded him so much of the Boiling Isles.

But it didn't matter.

For as much as Hunter loved october, he still loved Luz more.

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