Congrats for 100 followers, you deserve it!! Can I maybe request "14. kissing each other breathless" with Lukanette?☺️ I love your writing
I promise I wasn't ignore this!!! Life got a little derailed but I finally got to this!!
And thank you so much!!! 🥰 🥰 🥰 This wasn't quite what I thought this piece would end up being, and it's maybe not super on prompt... but I hope you like it 🙈
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How did she keep finding herself in situations like this? How did these things keep happening? To her?
She sucked in a breath as the swords clanged against each other.
She knew the answers to those questions…
Alya.
She was going to kill her friend when the show was over. If she didn’t die of stage fright first…
She hadn’t even wanted to audition in the first place! She had wanted to make the costumes! But Alya had insisted that she audition.
Secretly, she had been more than relieved that she hadn’t gotten the part. She had no real desire to be in the play the drama club was putting on. She had no real desire to be in any play. But Alya had been upset enough for both of them when she didn’t get the part.
Because Adrien was playing the male lead.
And Alya had had her heart set on her playing the role across from Adrien. She had tried to tell Alya that it was fine, and she didn’t even like Adrien like that anymore. That she hadn’t for a long time. But Alya hadn’t listened. She had been too busy bemoaning that Chloe landed —or likely bought—the female lead role.
Chloe had had plenty of fun tormenting her for being the understudy to the role. Or at least, she had tried to. It wasn’t like she cared about being the understudy; as far as she was concerned, it was just business as usual for Chloe.
But then Adrien had gotten tonsillitis and had to drop out.
And while the drama club had been scrambling at the last minute for a replacement—because no one had thought to cast an understudy for Adrien—Chloe had dropped out, saying she refused to work with anyone other than her Adrikins.
Leaving her stuck in a role she had never wanted.
And the play without a male lead.
Until Juleka had piped up and volunteered Luka for the role.
Sure, he was technically not a student, but he had been. And that had been good enough for the drama club.
So she and Luka had stumbled through the last week of rehearsals, trying to get a feel for the roles and learn their lines and blocking. And if she had been a bit of a nervous wreck… she had been able to chalk it up to stage fright.
But it was only now, waiting in the wings that she had realized something crucial.
“Marinette,” Alya hissed in her ear from behind, “that’s your cue!!”
Before she could do or say anything, two hands were firmly planted on her back, and the next thing she knew she was being shoved out onto the stage. She stumbled, almost tripping over the hem of her gown. The lights were blinding, and even though she couldn’t see the audience, she could feel their eyes on her.
She froze, staring out into the blank darkness as heavy silence settled on her like a lead blanket. A thick lump began to form in her throat, and her palms were suddenly feeling very sweaty and-
“My love!” She jumped, and stiffly turned to Luka. He was looking at her expectantly, having already repeated the line that was supposed to be her cue.
Her cue to…
But they had never actually practiced the kiss! How was she supposed to kiss him in front of all these people when she didn’t even know how and they had never practiced and-
“My love,” he said again, softly but still loud enough for the audience to hear as he crossed to her.
He was standing right in front of her now. Staring down softly at her with that comforting smile that always made her heart quiver and dance. Concern flashed in his eyes as he mouthed a silent question.
She nodded.
She was alright.
She was.
She just had to kiss him.
And she had only been dreaming of doing that for close to a year now and…
And his hand was reaching up to cup her cheek as his other one found her waist and pulled her closer.
The wonderful thing about Luka- the thing she loved about him- well one of the many things she loved about him was that even when he made her heart race, he put her at ease. He knew how to go with the flow. But he also knew how and when to take the lead and to guide her out of her spiralling.
So she followed his lead.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in the soft hair and the nape of his neck. And as he leaned down towards her, she leaned up to him, tilting her head just ever so slightly to the side.
Her eyes slipped shut.
And then his lips were on hers.
They were softer than she had expected. And warmer. And they were moving against hers with a pressure that was exhilarating and soothing at the same time. Her heart was fluttering in her chest, beating like a bird trying to break free and soar up into the skies. Dream-like clouds were descending on her mind and-
Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled away. Dazed, she opened her eyes and blinked up at him. His cheeks were turning bright red, and he was staring down at her with stars in his eyes.
Was he having a hard time remembering how to breathe too?
His eyes flickered down to her lips before meeting hers again.
“Marinette,” Nino whispered from behind the flat he was standing behind, “it’s your line.”
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Keith tugs him by the arm, and the before Lance can register what’s happening, he’s pushed up against the cold, brick wall of the main building and his lips are suddenly on Keith’s.
Keith’s lips are, unsurprisingly, chapped. He internally chuckles a bit—leave it to Keith to be the school’s resident heartthrob but still not care about how chapped lips are definitely a no-no when it comes to kissing (or just romance etiquette in general). Although, the “promiscuous, mysterious bad boy who steals girlfriends without a second thought and could break you in half if he wanted to” reputation he has isn’t entirely true, so he’ll let Keith get away with that.
A hand snakes up to rest on his cheek. He hums contentedly, placing his right arm on the other’s hip. Shocked screams and thrilled cheers from people above in a classroom, but Lance pays no attention to the noise as his eyes flutter closed, tilting his head to so that their lips can slot perfectly together. Keith makes a pretty noise when Lance bites softly on his lower lip, whining when Lance slips his tongue in.
There’s no fireworks—no butterflies, no adrenaline coursing through his veins; just warmth enveloping his entire body. He feels a sense of fulfillment—the fact that he managed to even get the Keith Kogane to kiss him, let alone just convince him to spend time with him? It feels like he had done the impossible.
The hand on his cheek comes down to rest on his shoulder, coaxing him to open his eyes.
What he sees is a Keith with red, swollen lips, and a look so fond that it makes his entire body start to malfunction and crash in on itself. The sight is so ethereal that he’s positive that he might faint any second.
“I’m so proud of you,” Keith admits, and if this was just a few months ago, Lance would have laughed in his face and stormed off, because why would Keith Kogane of all people ever compliment someone like him? “You’ve been working your ass off every single day for the past—what, 3 months? On multiple occasions I thought you were going to throw up because of how far you were pushing yourself.” Lance giggles a bit at that, remembering the time that he threw up the amazing sandwich Hunk had made just for him and he moped all day, saying a million sorries to Hunk every single time he go the chance to.
“I can’t even explain to you how happy I was when you guys won,” He smiles brightly, and Lance is fighting against everything in his will to not kiss Keith senseless.
Keith sighs shakily, before he stares into Lance’s eyes, purple boring into ocean blue, “Lance, I—”
An alarm goes off, and Keith is suddenly whipping out his phone, muttering a soft, quiet “shit”.
“I gotta go to practice,” Keith says hurriedly, “You know how Coran is about being late.”
Just as he starts running, Keith pauses, looking back at Lance with a small tilt of his lips, “Great job, Sharpshooter.” He adds, his face morphing into that little grin of his.
Lance stumbles the entire way to his car, tripping on nothing at least 5 times.
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Keith is in his bed, Kosmo curled up by his side, when he sees that he got tagged in a video. He doesn’t use social media often so he doesn’t see the reason why anyone would tag him, but he just shrugs it off and and clicks on the video.
He’s more than surprised when he finds out it’s a video of him kissing Lance—even more when he finds that Pidge herself had posted the video. Black and white text in the middle of the video reads “Bro got rizzed up in front of everyone 💀💀”, and people can be heard screeching in the classroom when Keith pins Lance to the wall.
He looks to the right of his screen to see that the post got ten thousand likes in a matter of hours. Not even bothering to check the comments. He tosses his phone and promptly screams into a pillow.
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