Thanks to the Universe

[madimpossibledreamer]

Have more fluff, and happy Thanksgiving (or just...think about all the awesome things in your life, because I guarantee you there's something because you're great, reader-san)!
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Shadowed Suspicion, universe optional, Fluff
Summary: Johan's thankful for how his life is.
Word Count: 525
Rating: Gen

            “I’m thankful,” Johan says without looking up as the door opens behind him.  He doesn’t move from his position on the porch, smiling into the sunset as the wind ruffles his hair a little.  Not even as the body settles in behind him, and a hand reaches over his shoulder to intertwine in his own.
            “Even for my mother who apparently can match yours in immaturity and started the food fight at the table?” the accented voice asks.
            “Mhmm,” Jojo responds, leaning back into the embrace.  It feels good.  Like home.
            Fitz chuckles, running his free hand through brunet hair.  “And for Buffy eating all the mayonnaise meaning that Josephine had to go on a food run to make sure you had enough to make the deviled eggs?”
            “Yep,” Johan nearly purrs in contentment.
            “And for Dawn sneaking away during the middle and eating most of the pie?”
            “Oh, I’m pretty sure she’s figuring out that was a terrible idea about now,” Jojo grins.
            “And Willow talking about Anya and how she would’ve said this is a ‘sacrificial feast?’” the blond asks and finally gets a slight sign of tension in the shoulders.
            “Man, I miss her.  I mean, not that you’re not great.  You are.  If she was here…” Johan chuckles and turns to look in Fitz’s eyes.  The angle is awkward, but it’s an important moment.  “If she was here, she’d be happy.  A little confused, too, but she’d start talking about how she should’ve realized and been more supportive and would’ve found a dozen magazines for me and demanded we kiss in front of her and maybe begged for a threesome because it’d be different.”  He squeezes his boyfriend’s hand.  “But yeah, I’m even happy about that being brought up, because she was a good person and deserves to be remembered.”
            “And that ridiculous game, whatever it was?”  Fitz has some sort of point, probably.
            But he’s perfectly content to be here, continuing this potentially aimless conversation in the light of a good day and a beautiful sunset, in the arms of someone who loves him.  Even if there isn’t a point, it’s not the end of the world.  He’d know.
            “With Mom, Grandpa, and Uncle Kakyoin?  Mario Kart.  Screaming at each other is how you play.  We enjoy it, really.”
            “And—” the blond begins, and he shakes his head, leaning back further into the chest behind him.
            “And a boyfriend who keeps asking weird questions.  All of it.”
            He feels the chuckle more than hears it, and the soft kiss at the top of his head, too.
            “It’s a good life.  My family is bizarre and I love them all.  And you know, I have so much, that maybe sometimes I take for granted, but it’s awesome and I need to embrace that.  I don’t know what it’ll be like next year.  Maybe next apocalypse season’s the worst.  But I am blessed with everyone who has my back and great times and shows and one of the bestest families that exist and so many great friends and a boyfriend that I can’t even begin to explain how amazing he is.”