Lean on Us: NEW AND IMPROVED (LukaxAdrienxReader)

Fucked Up Serendipity

"Oh my god, are they okay? Where are they now?"

"...The...morgue.." (Y/N) could practically see the lost look on Owen's face, poor guy having to be the one to break the news. "They...were both pronounced dead on scene...I'm heading up to get you now, by default you're coming home with me to stay with us, okay, kiddo? I'll help you pack and we can talk and sort everything out then, okay?"

(Y/N) was silent, unsure of what to say as they processed the news they just heard. They ran to their parents' room, phone in hand. (Y/N) looked at the pictures lining the wall, looking at their messy, unmade bed that would never be filled by their warm and loving cuddle sessions when (Y/N) had a bad day, no more movie nights once school was out for the week, no more late-night talks with dad in his office while he worked late, and no more pretending to be annoyed when their parents were all lovey dovey with each other but secretly hoping they'd find a love like that some day. Most importantly, no more family. 

All those little milestones they'd been so excited to be there for. Their parents were never going to see them get their first partner, graduate high school, get into university, get married, getting their first job- every single thing (Y/N)'s mom would go on and on about suddenly would be nothing more than a thing (Y/N) would wish they could go on and on about with their mom. It was agonizing how quickly something one took for granted could be shattered like that. 

(Y/N) knew that Owen wouldn't get there for a few hours so they dove into their parents' bed and buried themselves under the covers, burning their scent into their memory before they need to leave. Warm tears fell feverishly down their cheeks and neck, into the collar of their shirt as they sobbed. The chirping of the crickets and light of the moon pouring into the window were the only things (Y/N) managed to focus on without bursting into further despair. As the tears fell and the energy drained, (Y/N) slipped into a cold and restless slumber. 

***

Light shaking was the first thing (Y/N) could sense as they woke up, swiftly followed by uncle Owen's warm voice "Oh honey, I'm so sorry. Come here." He whispered gently, (Y/N) quickly taking the opportunity to get a much-needed hug "I can't even imagine how you're feeling right now." He spoke softly, petting their hair in an attempt to soothe the once again sobbing teen. 

Owen was only five years older than (Y/N). He was twenty-two while (Y/N)'s mom was about to be celebrating her fortieth birthday. Owen was the closest thing (Y/N) ever really had to a sibling, so it made sense why he was sent to come and collect (Y/N).

Owen took a deep, shaky breath. clearly crying too "We can stay like this as long as you need, okay?" his voice broke "Just let it all out, kiddo." he hugged her a little tighter. He encouraged them to take all the time they wanted. (Y/N) nodded in response as tears ran down their face, soaking Owen's shirt. 

After what felt like eternity, the two were in (Y/N)'s room packing everything into boxes and talking about everything but the elephant in the room. (Y/N) felt it was too soon to ask about the funeral, and Owen wasn't too enthusiastic about pushing it the topic, so they talked about (Y/N)'s new school and the mysterious Ladybug and Cat Noir, instead. 

"Are they really students?" (Y/N) asked with an astonished look on their face, pulling various sketchbooks and novels off of the shelf and placing them in their respective boxes. 

Owen laughed, clearly relieved to have something more lighthearted to talk about. "Yeah, could you imagine saving Paris every day, hiding your identity, and going to classes?" he shrugged, "I don't know about you, but I could never manage all of that and still want to be a hero. Highschool was enough for me without all that bullshit."

(Y/N) nodded in agreement "I hear you," they perked up "New heroes show up a lot, right?"

"Yeah, all the time, why?"

(Y/N) smiled, "Maybe I'll end up being one."

Owen snorted "Good luck with that one. You already have enough to deal with right now. Personally, I wouldn't want to add the pressure of saving Paris every day to my list of things to talk to my therapist about."

"I wouldn't even have a therapist for that. Secret identities, man!" (Y/N) tapped Owen's head

"Fair enough." Owen shrugged "The moving van should be here in the morning, and it's getting late. Have you eaten?"

(Y/N) shook their head, looking sad "Mom and dad were going to bring food back with them."

Owen looked at (Y/N) sympathetically, hugging them quickly "That's the real tragedy here, huh?" he repressed his tears with a laugh "we'll order whatever you want, okay? You need it after a night like this one."

"Can we get all the classics?"

Owen was already whipping out his phone "On it." 

***

Despite the moving truck being packed, the house still felt weirdly full. (Y/N) was going to inherit the place once they turned eighteen, but (Y/N)'s grandparents were going to manage it until then. 

Owen sat in the driver's seat with (Y/N) next to him, Owen was driving the Bentley while the moving company followed them in the truck. (Y/N) kept their headphones in as they drove away from the house that early autumn morning. (Y/N) actually enjoyed the car ride a lot, Owen had become a much better driver since the last time they saw him drive. They stared out the window, enjoying the light pinks and oranges of the sky as it shifted to its beautiful blue. 

The streets got busier and busier as they got closer to Paris. (Y/N)'s grandparents were both successful lawyers, though, so they knew their new house would be nice and worth the drive. Owen talked adamantly about how (Y/N) would stay in the attic but it was pretty much its own apartment. (Y/N) would get their own space but still have the parental guidance and rules like other kids. They'd even added a small music and art studio for (Y/N). Grandpa figured it would be a good coping mechanism for them given everything going on. It made (Y/N) smile, their family was working so hard to make this a good experience for them despite everything they need to do right now. 

"Maybe this will be good for me..." (Y/N) conceded, "Just wish mom and dad were here to do it with me...you know?" they said as Owen pulled up to the manor.

"I know, kiddo." Owen looked at them sadly as he parked the car and the moving truck rumbled in behind them "I know."