could I perhaps ask for Zayne and being eaten out for the first time? (so shy just writing this 😳😳😳😳🫣🫣🫣🫣) Thank you ms Donna 🙏🏼🙏🏼
Aww ms jas you are the cutest and thank you for playing with me! 💜
zayne x female reader (smut)
When a doctor told you to trust him, you did it, right?
Zayne wouldn’t lie to you. When he told you that he wanted to go down on you, you believed him because there was simply no alternative. It made you squirm a little, indecision flashing through your brain and all he did was watch you steadily, focused and calm. He had all the patience in the world.
So, you trusted him.
“Relax,” he breathed, guiding a large palm across your stomach. His touch was cool, but his gaze was hot, pretty green eyes gazing at you from between your parted thighs with hunger burning in them.
You tried—you really, really tried. It was a fight just to ease your muscles and not clamp your thighs shut, but to do so would only trap the hand currently working you over and somehow you knew that would only deepen your shame. The sound of his long, precise fingers thrusting slowly in out of your tight cunt made your skin burn.
This you liked and were used to; it was the next part which you were unfamiliar with and downright scared that he would find you somehow lacking. What if you tasted funny? What if he didn’t enjoy it as much as he claimed he would? What if you didn’t enjoy it?
Zayne reached for your hand and loosened your grip on the sheets. He twinned his fingers with you and gave a reassuring squeeze. “If you want me to stop, shake my hand and I will, okay?”
He waited until you nodded before lowering his mouth to your pussy. The first long lick froze the air in your lungs and bowed your spine. Zayne held your eyes as he buried himself deeper and spread your folds with his skilful tongue. There was a sound akin to a purr building in the room, and fuck, when did your body turn so molten?
You watched, completely enraptured, as he pulled his fingers dripping in your essence from your gently fluttering cunt. He used those slick digits to hold you open, groaning when he fucked into your welcoming with the wet muscle. His eyelids slid shut, and if you weren’t delirious, you’d say his cheeks were a lovely shade of pink.
Zayne ate you out with all the careful precision of a surgeon at work. His shoulders were taut with the tension of keeping his composure, something you initially appreciated, but as you slowly sank into the pleasure of his mouth on your most intimate skin, you wanted to see him lose that precious restraint.
“It’s okay, Zayne... feels good. Don’t—you don’t gotta hold back,” you managed to murmur between moans and little squeals when he used that moment to trap your swollen clit between his lips to suckle.
It was like a switch flicked over and suddenly he reared over you, his mouth finding yours and his tongue pushing the taste of your arousal onto your tongue. He moaned into you, licking inside and grinding his clothed erection directly against you.
“Then hold onto the headboard, sweetheart, and let me hear you scream.”
prompt list 21 — 3. "When I find the motherfucker who broke your heart, I'm breaking their nose." w/ tyler
prompt list 21 *drabble*
you had gone out on a couple dates with parker boudreaux and thought he really liked you the way you him; until you found him saying he only wanted to hit it and quit it to his mogul embassy buddies. you ran and found yourself knocking continuously, and albeit loudly, on the door to the locker room the hardy's, isiah, and tyler. tyler had opened the door and couldn't believe his eyes: your eyes and cheeks red and swollen from crying, smudgy makeup, and tear streaks; you were seemingly out of breath from wherever you ran from. he didn't say a word. he pulled you in and sat on the couch with you. the other three men slipped out so you'd be alone. tyler wrapped his arms around you and smoothed out your hair in an attempt to calm you. "he, he-" was all you could choke out through your sobs. "when i find the motherfucker who broke your heart, i'm breaking their nose." he mumbled loud enough for you to hear. you sniffled "you can beat parker up later. tyler, just please stay with me?" tyler kissed the top of your head "of course, buzzy. i'm right here."
I'm writing to you with an update from The Pines Ranch.
We’re well into the second draft and the story is coming together nicely. I can’t believe how much it’s evolved since the first draft, it’s a completely difference beast from the one it started as.
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Once again thank you to everyone whose has been so supportive and encouraging about this journey!
Soo, hello Daminatte nation. Are we still there? It’s been ages since wrote a maribat fanfic. Quick PSA, I will not longer update Leave Paris, Move to Gotham, because this new fanfic is based on it, so if you see similar themes between these works, don’t be surprise by it. I hope you enjoy it and please tell me what you think.
Warnings
The following work contains mentions of bl00d and disorientation. Also hints of amnesia episode. Warnings will change according to the content of the chapters.
For this episode.
The complete italic dialogues are in English, expect when they come along with the next symbol, *, there is a quote.
Universe with You
Selfish. She couldn’t afford to be selfish.
If she did not abandon Paris, the people that once loved her and billions of innocents would disappear. Not die, their souls would disappear into nothingness.
She would disappear with them.
Deafening thunders came from the cloudless and yet dark Parisian sky. The starless sky was a clear sign that the time was running out. The once heroes of Paris hold from the rusty beams of the top of the Eiffel Tower. The young guardian struggled to keep her balance while holding on to the miraculous box.
“We need to do something before the wish destroys our reality!” the blond hero yelled to his partner.
There was no way around it. The guardian knew the only solution, but it would cost everything.
“I-I know the way! It is risky, but the book says that it will assure our reality’s safety in case a wish goes wrong!” The girl took a rope from the ground and walked to the stairs while the air pushed her up.
“What’s the plan, Bugaboo?!” He said as he followed her lead.
Hawk Moth finally did it. He got his wish, but he wished it in the wrong way for the wrong thing. The man wished for his wife to come back, but she disappeared like they were about to. His wife belonged to another place, and it wanted her back no matter what.
“The other place wants the miraculous!” and a soul, “So, I’ll throw them into the void!”
The next part happened too fast.
The young heroes reached the very top of the tower. The air threatened to pull them inside the void, but they held onto the structure because their life depended on it.
“Here, hold it!” The girl gave one end of the rope to her partner while tying his waist against the railing.
“Wait, Bugaboo, what are you doing?!” The boy did not have time to react or fight her.
She knew that he would follow her until the end, but the void would only accept a soul that was lost or a soul connected to every single one of the miraculous. A fall from that height would kill him, and she would not lose him.
He would lose her.
Still, the boy held her hand in an attempt to stop her. The girl looked at him with a sad smile and watery eyes. Without saying a single word, he understood her plan.
“No, no, NO!,” he held her hand tighter. “You can’t do this! We, we can think of another way! But don’t do this!...” the boy let out a soft sob “don’t leave me, my dear friend.”
There was a time when the word “friend” would have triggered her, but now, she would give everything to be his friend forever.
She smiled, “Adrien, you will always be more than my friend, more than a lover or a brother. You are my partner, and it was always the plan, since I became the guardian, to make sure you and the world are safe.” Her voice broke. The void was getting stronger to the point that her legs were floating towards it. “This is not goodbye. It’s a see you later, and I know that we’ll see each other again somehow, somewhere.”
The boy sobbed. His nails were starting to dip into her hard, cutting her skin and making her bleed.
“And if we don’t?”
“Then I will remember our adventures. I will remember the laughs, the fights, the time we spent together and apart. When we were at school and playing video games. And if somehow I forget, I’ll remember. I’ll find a way. I promise you.”
And somehow the boy understood and regretted it.
“Before you go, was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting?”*
She shook her head, “It was not your fault. The decisions of our parents are not ours. Don’t ever blame yourself. Live the life you want, and don’t wait for me.”
Those seconds felt like a lifetime. They wished they could be together, but the thunders got louder and louder by the second.
“Pound it?” the girl asked one last time.
He smiled. “Pound it,” but instead of their iconic victory celebration, the boy let go of her hand.
To him, she looks like an angel floating… no… flying into the darkness to defeat it.
It only took the blink of an eye for it to be over.
The void was gone. She was gone.
The boy left his body hit the floor. He did not care that the rope was almost encrusted on his torso. He did not care that tomorrow he would have some bruises. He just wanted to cry until his body allowed him. He just lost everything. Plag, Chat Noir, Marinette, all of them were gone, and for what
He cried for it seemed until a soft hand softly touched his face.
“Adrien?” The boy could barely see the person in front of him, and yet he knew that blond hair and green eyes anywhere.
Paris was a beautiful place to take a vacation for anyone, well except for Bruce Wayne.
“Are you sure that those swords will be safe in Themyscira?” The billionaire put two swords on the examination table that Diana used to restore antiquities in the Louver.
“You have my word. The amazons will protect them with their lives. You don’t have to worry for al’ Gul. I talked with my mother, and she will make sure of their safety.”
The Justice League’s latest mission involved retrieving some magical swords from the black market before the League of Assassins could get them. After some conflict between parties and a very tedious reunion with Talia. The swords were secured in the Louver museum, where Wonder Woman would personally take them to Themyscira.
“Are you going to head back to Gotham after this?”
Bruce nodded. “Damian has a gallery exposition in a few days, as part of his senior graduation requirement.”
Diana smiled at the name. The youngest of the Waynes and she shared a fond love for the arts and combat with swords. In fact, she promised to teach him some amazonian tricks the next time they got together.
“Mind if I visit them at the gallery expo. It is always a pleasure to see his paintings. I am still trying to get a commission from him.”
“Not at all. My boys will be happy to see you, especially Jason. He asked me to…” but before he could finish, a deafening thunder shook the place. It was too loud that the windows almost shattered from their frequency.
Bruce and Diana look at each other.
“The weather forecast didn’t predict rain, right?” Bruce asked as she took the swords and put them in a safe under the table.
“It never rains in July, and those thunders are identical to the ones we get in Themyscira every time anyone tries to enter the varier.”
The heroes walked and made their way to the Louver. Along the way, Diana explained that those thunders only happen when a magical barrier shatters. Paris didn’t have a magical barrier, so someone or something was entering their world. This happened before when Ares broke the barrier between Olympus and Earth to get back Aphrodite in World War II. Once they were outside, they found the darkest sky in the middle of the day. People panicked while trying to look for shelter from the strong winds in the dark sky.
“It is coming from the Eiffel Tower!” somebody shoots from nowhere.
Indeed, the top of the Eiffel Tower was covered by darkness. Not even the strong light coming from the top could illuminate the sky.
They had to act quickly to secure whatever was coming from the void. Diana had her suit under her clothes, but Bruce left his suit in her apartment. He would not be too much help, and he knew it.
“Go and secure the perimeter. I’ll help the civilians and try to contact the other members. If you see something, use the communicator.”
Diana didn’t have to be told twice. She ran towards the tower while taking away her civilian clothes. The chaos gave her a convenient inattentional blindness from civilians. Once she was close enough, Diana used her lasso of truth to swing between buildings.
If this was another prank or mischief of Zeus, she would personally talk to Hades to take away his throne and create a democracy in Olympus.
The demigoddess arrived at the tower, not a single soul reminded in the place. The hurricane-like made the people flee away. The thunder got louder and louder as if it had just reached its maximum strength. She tied the lasso to one of the buildings around the tower. This was as far as her body would let her be to the void.
It only took a blink of an eye for it to be over.
The darkness, the air, all of it was gone as quickly as it came.
“Now or never,” she told herself as she went up to see what broke the barrier.
Her body hit the ground so hard that it bounced from the impact. The air of her lungs got out of her body the moment she made contact, yet she never stopped protecting the box with her body. Even with her eyes closed, everything around her was too bright. The void felt like a sensory deprivation chamber. The sounds, colors, and even smells were different.
It took her a few seconds to try to see the place around her. With all the strength left in her body, she crawled to sit down without letting go of the box.
“It can’t be,” The girl said as she looked at what was around her.
She was in Paris, or better say, she was in the same place before she got into the void. The buildings, the streets, the view was similar to her hometown, but it wasn’t her Paris.
Quickly, the girl took the box and headed to the stairs. She knew that someone was waiting for her over there, someone important to her. Yes, they were worried for her. She just needed to make sure that they were okay, and they needed to get the rope out.
The girl was so focused on getting to that person that she didn’t notice that she was limping while her nose started to bleed.
“Hey! I’m here!” she shouted as she came closer to the stairs. A bubbling feeling hit her throat. She wanted to cry out of pure raw emotions.
“I’m here, you… umm…” how weird she couldn’t remember their name, but she knew they were waiting for her. “Sorry, I… I don’t remember your name, b-but I have the box!”
She fought her tears from the frustration of not remembering them. She had the box of the miraculous, so it was her duty to protect it and them. Tears could wait.
The girl almost reached the end of the stairs when her heart started pounding. Her eyes glowed with emotions when she, in fact, saw somebody at the end of it.
“Hi, I’m here, I’m here!” she shouted out pure glee. “Were you waiting long?”
The girl stopped when she saw the person in front of her. The woman was tall with body armor that made her look intimidating. Her piercing brown eyes felt like daggers on her body. On one hand, the woman had a golden rope and a big sword ready to use on the other.
This didn't make sense. The woman was at the end of the stairs and had a rope. This is what the girl was looking for, and yet, it felt like she had the wrong person. She felt disappointed.
“You were looking for me?” the woman asked the girl without letting her guard down.
Logic told her yes, this was the person on the stair with the rope, but her heart to her not.
“I-I think so… you are here at the stairs, and you have the rope.” The woman lifted an eyebrow at that last part.
“It’s not a rope. It’s a lasso.” the woman gave her an end of the lasso to the girl. “See? It is a different material.”
The lasso felt weird on her fingers like a shock of energy. The girl looked at the woman who watched her in silence.
“I have the box.” She pointed to the wood creation with the hand holding the lasso.
“I can see that. Where did you come from?”
“The void,” she blurted out.
“And beyond the void?”
“Paris.”
“You are from here?”
“No, not this Paris. My Paris, our Paris.” The girl tried to explain. “This place looks like Paris, but it is not. The place is gloomier and colder and… and… it doesn’t have that feeling of home. Don’t you feel it?” The girl’s legs failed, ungracefully sitting on the stairs with the box on her legs.
The woman stepped closer. “I am afraid not.”
“Then you are not the one waiting for me?” she said with hope in her voice.
“I don't think I am.” the woman kneeled on her level. If she wasn’t the person who was waiting for her, where were they?.
“Tell me, what is the box?”
“The miraculous.” she held the box even closer.
“And what is that?”
“Power.”
“Why do you have it?”
“I-I am the guardian. I have to keep them safe from bad people.”
“That’s why you came from the void?”
“Yes.”
“So you opened the void to protect them from these people.”
“No,” the girl stopped for a second. Her head started hurting. “No, I didn't open it. I just jumped into it. The… the bad person opened. He wanted to… he wanted to do something forbidden, something bad, and he did it wrong, and I had to close it because it was getting bigger, but the void could only be closed by the miraculous and me. And then this person was on the stairs,” silent tears hit the cover of the wooden box, “ they had a rope, and they were waiting for me. I know that… they must be waiting. Somewhere they must be waiting for me, they were sad when I left, and I don’t want them to be sad. I need to find them so I can tell them I have the box, and we will be happy, but I have to find them and tell them I am fine. I am fine, and the box is fine, and the void is gone, and they must be fine, so I… so I have… I have to…” It was at this point that she couldn't speak anymore. She could just cry.
The woman took her lasso away from her and tried to comfort her. “Hey, hey, we’ll find your friend, and we’ll tell him that you have the box, but first we need to get you some re…”
Blood, the girl coughed blood on the woman's her face, but it did not stop there. The girl lay against the stairs while she coughed uncontrollably.
The woman got even closer to the girl to help her while she put a hand behind the band of her tiara.
“Batman, this is Wonder Woman. Prepare the medical suit, we have a young woman in need of help. She is in bad shape, hurry!”
Her body felt too cold and hot at the same time, and her lungs felt as if they were full of water. She looked at the woman for some kind of help, who passed a hand on her forehead.
Itty bitty teeny tiny bite-sized sick fic, part two. :)
"Rest, Jaskier."
The witcher took the wet cloth from lax fingers. Jaskier stirred, protesting. He pushed himself up in the chair.
"...her fever, Geralt...s'rising...."
Rough knuckles brushed Jaskier's cheek. A palm fitted itself over his eyes and he leaned into the touch. His whole body ached and the touch was so pleasant and strong and blessedly cool.
"Her fever is broken, Jask."
"...Hasn't...can't you feel it...she's on fire..."
"You're on fire, you fool," the gentle voice corrected. The impossibly large hand moved to the back of Jaskier's neck and squeezed. Then he was being man-handled to his feet. He put one hand on Geralt's large shoulder, trying to ground himself against the sudden spinning, the other hand clasped tightly in Geralt's. A preposterous thought bubbled up unbidden and he laughed even as misery lanced it's way through his limbs at the shift.
"...may I have this dance..." he slurred, grinning.
"Buy me a drink first," Geralt rumbled, his voice reverberating through Jaskier's fingers, through his bones. He wasn't helping very much as Geralt hauled him over to where the bedrolls stretched out on the floor. Geralt's grip was growing tighter. Grounding him even as he felt himself slipping.
"Easy," Geralt murmured. He lowered the other man carefully, gently, as though he might break. Maybe he was breaking, he thought, as pain radiated through his joints, washing over him as he laid back against soft blankets on hard floor. He must have made a face or a sound because suddenly Geralt's hand was pressed firmly against his cheek and his concerned chalk-pale face was looming over him.
His eyes closed and he swore he felt the hard press of dry lips against his forehead, far away and getting farther. That couldn't be real, he thought, unless....
"Am I...m' I dying?"
"No," Geralt spoke close enough that Jaskier could feel the breath in his hair. He was drifting now...the voice a quiet and firm anchor in the dark.
So, for those of you fantastic ‘lil beans who said they’d love to see a Bellarke Bones AU fic, I come baring news! I have officially started writing the fic, and I am working on getting a preview ready so I can share it with y’all. 😏💜
It is probably going to be a long ass fic, so I decided to get a few chapters in front before I post to Ao3, that way I can (hopefully) decide on a posting schedule. Anyway, I’m really passionate about this story as Bellarke and Bones are two of my great loves and I hope you will all enjoy it too.
update 12th July 2019: This story is unfortunately discontinued. There will not be a next part. I’m really sorry.
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“Bold” texts are from Keith, “italic” texts are from Lance
„Wow, that’s… rough?“
„Yes it is! I mean… I meant what I said. I just thought he would...”
“Say that he wants to be more than friends?”
“Yeah…” Lance put his head on the table they were studying at. The library was quiet and Lance had a hard time keeping his voice down while telling Hunk about his horrible not-date date.
“So how did the rest of the da…what happened after that?”
“Well, I was dying on the inside and pretended everything was fine on the outside. So, the usual.”
“Lance!”
Lance sighed and leaned back on his chair. The library’s ceiling suddenly seemed very fascinating to him. “We talked about stuff like favourite movies and such. I asked him about his bike. I had to leave for my seminar and he said he’d text me.”
“Well that doesn’t sound too bad,” Hunk decided and squeezed Lance’s shoulder supportively. “Maybe he just needs some time?”
“And what do I do if he doesn’t? I thought I’d be fine with being just friends but-,” he waved his hands around in a helpless motion. “I was basically doomed when he told me to be nice to my coffee in Spanish. I can’t just NOT crush on him now, you know. And that sucks… big time.”
Hunk smiled sympathetically at him and continued to flip through the book in front of him. “Just take it slow. Take a break for a few days and then invite him to do something and see what it feels like then. He’ll either change his mind or you could just bring me and Pidge along to make the friends thing easier. Maybe that’ll help?”
“Hmm. Yeah, maybe.”
Hunk closed his book and got up. “You up for visiting Pidge and Matt? I don’t think we’re gonna get anything done here right now. Also I think Matt finally got that video game you wanted to play so badly.”
“Nooo, Hunk. You wanted to study. I didn’t mean to distract you, I’m just gonna-“
“It’s fine, Lance. I can’t concentrate anyways. And you helped me so much with my last essay, I think I can go a day without studying.”
Lance smiled at him and got to his feet as well. “Okay. But I swear I’ll be back to normal tomorrow and then we’re gonna take a look at the stuff from Iverson’s physics lecture.” Hunk groaned loudly and made Lance laugh with his desperate expression. “I know, I know. But we both have to get better at that stuff.” He stood behind Hunk and made a gesture over his shoulder like he wanted to show Hunk a beautiful landscape.
“NASA, dude. NASA.”
“Ugh, you’re right. But Matt and Pidge now. My brain needs a break.”
Lance swung his backpack over his shoulder. “Maybe I get one of Pidge’s hugs. I love Pidge’s hugs.”
Hunk beside him nodded. “Everyone does, man. They’re the best.”
Wednesday
(3:15am): WTF DUDE? ???
(3:17am): I KNOW SORRY! Its our stupid neighbors having a party…
(3:18am): AT T HIS HOU R???
(3:18am): pls kill them for me
(3:20am): I would but prison isnt as appealing to me as you might think
(3:21am): So ur bad boy attitude knows boundaries? ;)
(3:22am): Dont mock me Im too tired for this
(3:24am): Yeh I can feel that
(3:24am): u really dont deal well without ur beauty sleep
(3:25am): Sorry :( And no, I really dont
(3:31am): KEEEEEEITHH do smth!!!!
(3:32am): I have a test tomorrow !!
(3:34am): OM G IT STOPPED
(3:35am): Keith?
(3:35am): did u kill them?
(3:36am): maybe
(3:36am): KE ITH!
(3:37am): I slipped an anonymous note under their door that I would kill their cat if they didnt turn off the music immediately…
(3:38am): O M G thats cruel
(3:38am): u dont threaten peoples pets
(3:38am): NOT COOL!
(3:39am): chill, I was joking. It said Id call the cops on them
(3:40am): Oh okay good hope ur not just saying that
(3:40am): Also thankk
(3:41am): no problem. Good night, Lance
(3:43am): Lance?
(7:36am): SORRY FELL ASLEEP!
(7:37am): Have fun at work today :)
Friday
(4:12pm): why
(4:25pm): what? u dont like it? ;)
(4:28pm): no
(4:29pm): oh come on! The queen is my best study motivation!
(4:30pm): please just stop
(4:32pm): KEITH! YOU INSULT BEYONCÉ YOU INSULT ME
(4:33pm): Can’t you study to something normal
(4:35pm): Normal normal or you normal?
(4:36pm): I dont care. Just no more beyoncé please. It’s been hours
(4:39pm): Lance?
(4:42pm): really?
(4:42pm): Evanescence? That’s mature…
(4:43pm): WAKE ME UP INSIDE
(4:43pm): WAKE ME UP INSIIIDE
(4:45pm): I hate you
(4:46pm): No u dont :)
(4:47pm): STOP THIS MADNESS!
(4:48pm): Hunk says if you come to a college thing with us tomorrow, he’ll stop me for you
(4:50pm): What kind of thing?
(4:51pm): dunno, Hunk wont say, but its really good apparently
(4:53pm): OKAY DEAL NOW PLEASE STOP
(4:54pm): Party-pooper
(4:56pm): Tell Hunk I love him
Keith got off his bike, took off his helmet and unzipped his leather jacket. He headed towards the university building with mixed feelings about what awaited him. He had fought with himself about coming today but eventually the curious side of him had won. Keith wanted to see what Hunk had planned for them and also even if it scared him to admit it…he missed Lance.
Logically he knew that it did not make any sense. They hardly knew each other. But emotionally he just… missed him. He sighed and blinked against the bright sunlight. He lifted his hand to shield his eyes against it and bumped into someone.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
“Don’t sweat it. All good here.” A friendly voice interrupted him. The tall boy in front of him looked him over and tilted his head to the side. „Hey, are you Keith by any chance?”
Keith nodded. “The one and only.”
“Oh, great! I’m Hunk.“ Keith took the big hand he was offered and returned the welcoming smile. When Hunk gestured for them to move out of the sun and stand in the tall building’s shadow Keith followed him thankfully.
“Nice to meet you. Thanks for saving me yesterday by the way.”
“Oh, no problem. Lance can get like that sometimes when he’s stressed. He didn’t mean anything by it. You know… finals and all. He’s a bit on edge around this time of the year.”
“No, I get it. NASA is a big thing, who wouldn’t freak out, right?”
Hunk gave a nervous laugh. “Yah, I guess. So umm, Lance had to pick up our friend Pidge, they should be here-“
“Exactly now.” Lance’s voice interrupted them. He stopped next to Hunk and let Pidge whom he had been carrying just now slip off his back.
“Hey, Keith. This is Pidge. They use they pronouns. I guess you already know Hunk by now.” Lance smiled at him and clapped Hunk on the back.
Keith nodded and raised his hand in greeting at Pidge. Immediately he regretted the awkward gesture and lowered his hand quickly.
“What’s up butter cup.” Pidge replied with a grin completely ignoring Keith’s weird behavior, who in return just raised an eyebrow at their choice of words.
“Lance, why did you carry Pidge here? Did you take ‘pick them up’ literally again?” Hunk asked with his hands on his hips.
“They paid me two dollars.”
Pidge shrugged. “I didn’t want to walk. It’s too early.”
“It’s almost noon, Pidge.” Hunk said while shaking his head but there was a visible smile on his lips.
“Exactly. Way too early.”
“I feel you, Pidge.” Keith threw in. “I had three coffees before I got here.”
Pidge yawned and stretched their arms over their head. “Good thinking. I only had one and I feel dead inside.”
“So, Hunk. What is this thing? Why are we here?” Lance asked and absently patted Pidge’s head while they leaned against him, eyes closed and repeatedly yawning.
“We are here, because today…” Hunk made a dramatic pause, “They are having a lecture about space for family and friends of students and-“
“AHHH STAR CEILING?” Lance interrupted Hunk excited while bouncing up and down, Hunk just smiled and nodded.
“Yep, Star ceiling.”
“What exactly is star ceiling?” Keith asked confused. Judging from Lance’s reaction this had to be the best thing in the entire universe.
“It’s only the best thing ever, dude,” Lance started to explain while taking Keith’s arm and pulling him in the direction of a big building.
“They only do this once or twice a year when they have family day for the freshmen and around finals for the really stressed out students so they don’t go all homicidal and stuff.”
They entered the lecture hall and Lance directed them to a row in the back. “It’s basically just a short lecture about space and planets and what we do here at college but at the end they turn off the lights and project stars on the ceiling and walls. Dude…it’s the most beautiful thing ever. It will change you!” He gestured for Keith to sit down in one of the empty seats and sat next to him.
Hunk took the seat on Keith’s other side and Pidge sat next to Lance. It seemed like they were just in time because a man holding a mic entered the small stage. From the corner of his eyes Keith saw Pidge leaning over to Lance and whispering something into his ear. A moment later Lance bent forward so that Hunk and Keith could both hear him.
“Sorry guys, we’re gonna get Pidge more coffee. They are literally about to murder someone. We’ll be back in a minute.” With that they both left the room and Keith was alone with Hunk, which he didn’t mind that much. They had only exchanged a few sentences but Keith already liked the guy.
The man on the stage started talking about the importance of astronomy and explained the different subjects they were teaching. Unfortunately he had a really boring and monotone voice and Keith immediately zoned out. Thank God Hunk was there to keep him entertained.
“I know this stuff isn’t really interesting, especially not when he’s talking,” Hunk pointed in the direction of the stage. “But it’s really worth it. Lance didn’t exaggerate…well maybe a little… but it actually is crazy beautiful.”
“So you three all study astronomy?” Keith asked. This was his opportunity to learn a bit more about Lance and his friends without this nervous feeling he got around his soulmate. Hunk somehow managed to create an atmosphere around him that immediately made Keith feel comfortable.
“Yeah. It was actually Lance who got me into this stuff when we were younger. We met Pidge here on our first day. They are this crazy genius and got into college early. They are only sixteen but way ahead of most of the students here. Turned out they and their brother Matt live in the same building as me and Lance so we hung with them a couple of times and now we’re all basically besties for life.”
“Space nerds unite,” Keith said with a smile.
“Haha, yeah. Basically.”
“So… do you and Pidge wanna get into NASA too or is that only Lance?” Keith checked the stage for a second but the guy was still talking about boring stuff and Keith noticed that a few other people in the audience had started quiet conversations.
“Well Pidge is as good as in, let’s be real. Me… well. Of course NASA is the dream for almost everyone at this university and I would be thrilled… but I’m not as set as Lance if that makes sense. I feel like I could work anywhere as long as I’m close to my friends.” Hunk shrugged and knitted his brows in deep thought before he cleared his throat.
“Lance is working really hard for it though. You have no idea how many scholarships he had to apply for before he finally got a foot in. Didn’t stop him though.” He smiled and Keith could feel how proud he was of his friend. “You know, the first year was rough. He failed an important test two times and was sure they were gonna kick his ass but he studied harder than all of us and now he’s always in the top 5.”
“Wow. That’s really impressive,” Keith heard himself say and immediately wanted to slap himself. Way to sound like a high school fangirl, Kogane. Can we please think before we speak, brain?!
“Yeah it is.” Hunk sighed, unfazed by Keith’s inner distress. “It’s also really hard to watch sometimes though…”
Keith raised an eyebrow at him.
“Not the part where he’s top of the class, no. I mean how he gets there. You can’t imagine how many all-nighters the boy pulls during finals and he always pushes himself to get better. I mean it’s great that he’s improving but sometimes I wish he would allow himself a break.” He stiffened and gave a quick laugh. “I’m talking too much again, aren’t I. Sorry, this must be a weird first impression.”
Keith didn’t say anything for a while and chewed on his lower lip. “Is it really that bad? I mean… I haven’t noticed anything and finals are just around the corner right?” He thought back to the few times he’d seen Lance. He had always looked cheery and well… relaxed.
Hunk seemed to be pondering over his answer for a while. That’s when they heard the door behind them open slowly and Lance and Pidge slipped back into the room, Pidge holding a coffee cup in each hand. Hunk leaned over a bit and whispered just before the other two sat down. “Look at his eyes, he thinks we don’t notice…”
Keith had no idea what he meant by that and was staring at a spot on the floor absently when Lance waved his hand in front of his face to get him out of his trance. “Keith, buddy, my man. They’re about to start, don’t pass out on me now!”
Keith blushed a little and sat up straighter. “Yeah, sorry. Not passing out. Now, let’s see your space magic thing. Hope it’s as good as you made it sound.”
The boy next to him grinned from ear to ear. “Better.”
The crowd around them applauded loudly. Apparently the speech part was over and somebody dimmed the lights, making everyone go silent. It was now completely dark in the hall. Keith could feel his palms getting sweaty. Why was this taking so long? He swallowed hard.
He whispered, almost inaudible “Lance?” but in this exact moment they turned on the projectors and surprised ahhhhs and ohhhs could be heard through the entire room.
Keith threw his head back so quickly he almost hit it on his seat’s backrest.
Lance’s words hadn’t prepared him for what he was seeing now at all. It was truly just… beautiful. Thousands of little stars were dancing on the ceiling and the floor and just everywhere. He knew he was sitting in a boring lecture hall and he felt incredibly stupid for even thinking so but for a moment he really felt like he was in space. His heartbeat sped up and his eyes wander around the entire room so quickly he was almost getting sick.
Keith was trying to take it all in before it stopped. The stars danced around his fingertips as he raised his hand in front of his face and watched. He wasn’t even questioning how the whole thing worked it was just too… too everything. In a good way.
“Sooo, did I promise too much?” Lance suddenly whispered next to his ear.
Keith just shook his head and then turned it to smile at him. “No, you didn’t. This is great! Thanks for inviting me to this.” Lance smiled at him and then quickly turned his head to the ceiling again. Neither of them mentioned that it had actually been Hunk who invited Keith.
Keith was still staring at Lance’s face from the corner of his eyes, watching the stars being projected onto his skin and their reflections in his eyes. He looked so beautiful like this, it made Keith’s head spin. He wanted to say something, to tell Lance how pretty he was but he bit his tongue instead.
Just friends he reminded himself.
That’s when he remembered Hunk’s words from earlier and looked at Lance’s eyes more closely. What was he supposed to see? The long eyelashes? The small freckles underneath them? The well blended but thick layer of… concealer? Something clicked in his brain. Hunk had mentioned that Lance wasn’t sleeping enough and pushing too hard. Of course he and many others were unable to tell if they didn’t know what to look for. Lance had covered up his dark circles almost perfectly. Almost… Keith turned his gaze to the ceiling again and frowned. Why was he pretending to be fine? It was normal to be tired around finals wasn’t it? Why was he trying to hide it?
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid we have to end this now since our time is up,” a voice sounded from the front of the room. “Thank you all for coming and enjoy the rest of your day on campus.” They turned off the projectors and disappointment could be heard all around. Some classical song started to play and people started to shift but the lights were still out. Keith dug his nails into his palm and tried to breathe evenly. It’s fine, he tried to tell himself. They’re gonna turn them back on every second. Only they didn’t.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it appears we’re having some trouble back here. We’re sure everything will be fixed soon,” the voice echoed again. “Always a bit hard to find the light switch in the dark.” The voice said and gave a fake laugh. Some parents laughed as well. Keith didn’t. He gulped and pressed deeper into his seat.
He could feel Lance stir in the dark next to him and a hand touching his shoulder. “Keith? Are you okay?” Before Keith could even think of something to respond with the lights were finally turned back on. Keith let out a very deep breath he hadn’t noticed he was holding until now. He quickly unclenched his hands and turned his head to give Lance a small smile.
“All good, yes. I’m a bit sad it was over so quickly though.”
Lance looked at him questioningly for a second longer before he returned the smile. “Right? I wish they would do this more often!”
The group got up and headed out before the mass of people in the hall could block the aisles. The bright sunlight blinded Keith for a moment when they walked outside and he held up his helmet to shield his eyes. Someone walked into him from behind and he quickly turned around to apologize for stopping in the doorway but it was Lance he was looking at. An elderly woman complained about them being in her way and they stepped aside and walked a few feet to get away from the mass.
“Sorry for bumping into you,” Lance started, “It’s just,” he pointed at the helmet in Keith’s hand. “I didn’t notice before because I was so excited about the star thing but… did you bring your bike?” Hunk listened to their conversation and laughed looking at Lance now. Keith didn’t exactly understand what he thought was so funny and turned to Pidge for help but they were just quietly smiling at the whole scene.
“Ummm, yes? It’s how I got here. I don’t have a car, soo…” Keith shrugged a little lost.
“Awesome! I mean great. I mean...,” Lance scratched his head. “Can I see it?”
“Uhh, sure. I parked right over there.” Keith pointed over his shoulder. Lance didn’t even wait for the others. He was already on his way to the parking lot, almost running. When the others caught up with him he was inspecting Keith’s bike and admiring the details of the machine by almost touching it with his nose.
Hunk and Pidge seemed kind of impressed too and Hunk slapped Keith’s shoulder. “Sweet ride, Keith!” He joined Lance in walking around the bike to get a better look. “Lance mentioned you work at a workshop. Did you build this yourself?”
Keith nodded and then realised that Hunk wasn’t looking at him so he couldn’t see. “Yah, I did. It was the first project I did without Shiro’s help. Took me a while to find all the parts. I could get a better bike if I wanted but I’m kind of sentimental I guess.”
Lance nodded. “No I get it. It’s a bit like it’s your child, right? I mean… you made her.”
Keith smiled. “Yeah. I guess.”
Pidge gave a fake cough to get everyone’s attention and pointed at the bike. “If you’re finished drooling over that can we go get some food please?”
“That?” Keith repeated in a fake hurt tone.
“They’re secretly loving this more than Lance and me. You should see the stuff they build. We should visit you at your shop and just leave Pidge there for a few hours. They’d have the time of their life.” Hunk chuckled at the expression on Pidge’s face after his revelation.
“Speaking of food though,” Lance looked at Keith and tilted his head, “We thought about grabbing a bite at Planet Altea. You in?”
Keith considered for a moment. He could spend some more time with them and get to know them better. He probably should. Shiro would tell him to… but he also really wanted to go home. The light incident had seriously freaked him out even if he didn’t want to show it. He’d rather calm down at home, alone, where he could stop pretending and no one would see what a mess he really was after such a small thing.
“Sorry, I need to leave. Shiro wants to visit an old friend of his and he’s dragging me along.” Lie. Shiro never dragged him anywhere Keith didn’t want to go. Apart of from that Shiro wasn’t even home right now.
Lance chewed his lower lip. “Ohh. Okay. We’ll text then?” The disappointed look on his face made Keith feel bad instantly.
“Yes definitely. It was really great. Thank you all for taking me.” Let me leave let me go.
Pidge and Hunk said goodbye and they watched Keith take off quickly. Lance waved one last time before he was out of sight, but Keith didn’t turn around to see it.
Usually driving calmed him down but he felt himself get more anxious with every mile. He was glad he could finally take off the helmet when he arrived at his and Shiro’s place because he could breathe more freely instantly. He put the bike in the garage, unlocked the front door and took the elevator up to their floor. After hastily unlocking the front door and locking it after himself again, he immediately kicked off his boots and headed for his bedroom.
He’d learned a few breathing techniques during his never ending counseling sessions and was really glad about that right now. After some minutes of leaning against his door he got his breathing under control. His thoughts however where still spinning, so he put his favourite playlist on shuffle and flopped down on his bed.
After a couple of songs Keith took out his phone to ask Shiro when he would be home and noticed he had gotten a few messages.
(2:17pm): Hey, u ok?
(2:18pm): Getting kind of an anxious vibe over here?!
(2:20): Also thats an awful lot of emo music for someone who insists hes not emo ;)
Shit. Sometimes he forgot the soulmate connection was a thing.
(2:33pm): Sorry! Yes I’m good
There was an immediate response.
(2:33pm): U sure? Doesnt feel like it
(2:35pm): Idk
(2:36pm): Maybe not
(2:36pm): do you wanna talk? I can call u
Keith’s whole body tensed. Was he ready for that? Should he lie, maybe say he was tired and wanted to nap or something? Should he tell the truth? He frowned.
(2:37pm): I’m not… good at phone calls
(2:37pm): Np u can just listen and I’ll do the talkin
(2:39pm): that’d be ok?
Keith swallowed. Shiro probably wouldn’t be home for a while and he really needed to talk to someone. The question was if Lance was safe to talk to? Would it overstep the friendship line? Why could things never be easy…
(2:42pm): yes, ok
[Incoming call: Lance McClain]
More author’s notes:
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Yeah after 500 years I finally updated. I could explain at length why it took my so long but it comes down to this: I was stressed, I was depressed, I’m sorry but now it’s finally here! Hooray!
As always a big THANK YOU to @alteanmoonchild for being my beta and for reading every new draft and honestly telling me when what I wrote isn’t good so I can improve and grow. I love us working together on this <3
Thank you to all of you for reading! If you have any questions or feedback send me an ask or dm me <3
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