fixing the lighting and coloring was awful

Safe Places.

Based on an ask I received!
I apologize, the story had to be edited so I rewrote the whole thing here!

Original idea by: @lightderin

Lance looked around at the accusing glares of his teammates, all different intensities. He smiled nervously, “Oops.”

They had been mapping out locations in the observatory of safe planets to land, or easy places to wormhole, in the case of an attack that needed quick escape.

The team had been at it for hours, and had over 120 spots pinpointed over multiple galaxies.

Lance, who had found the entire ordeal quite boring, had strolled away to check out the little holograms floating around.

He couldn’t help that it was hard for him to pay attention, ADHD did that to a person. Focusing just wasn’t his gig.

The blue paladin had started across the other side of the room, hands in his pockets and he just looked.

Until he thought he found Earth.

He should know what it looked like, he stared at its little hologram nearly every night.

Lance missed home.
He missed the people back there.

Without much thought, Lance reached forward to zoom in, a happy little smile on his lips.

Home.

Look at it, just right there—

“Aw, what the heck?!” A chorus of shouts came from behind and Lance jumped.

He turned to see the team staring at him, looking annoyed and tired. “Hm?”

Pidge motioned frantically to the hologram around them, “Lance, we lost our spot! We lost our points!”

Lance blinked, “…how?”

Keith groaned, “Idiot, because you were screwing around with the screen!”

Lance frowned, looking back at Earth, and saw how zoomed in it was and how the constellations and stars around him had changed too.

Oh, he didn’t think that one through.
Lance looked back at them and smiled nervously, “Oops?”

He was answered with grumbles, and a yawn from Hunk. They were tired and now were too frustrated to get significantly angry.

“Let’s go to bed, we can start again in the morning.” Shiro said, rubbing his forehead. “You too Lance.”

Lance rubbed his neck, looking at the ground as the team and the Altean duo walked past him.

He grunted when Keith bumped into him, “Watch where you’re going, Lance.” The red paladin spat.

Lance frowned.
Keith was the one who bumped into him!

“Oh yeah, mull—”
He was alone in the observatory.

He took a shaky breath, watching the doors close behind his friends, and sulked.

Great.
He had annoyed them all, again.

Why could he just keep his hands to himself? Look don’t touch, his mama had always said.

Lance sighed, arms coming up to pull up his hood and put it over his head. A safe place, where he could only see forward, and no one could see him.

Hoods were nice.
When you can only look back at your mistakes, they allow you to dream ahead and block out any side distractions.

It was a new world, your own world, and provided the blue paladin with a sense of security.

Safe.

He sat down, back in front of Earth, letting it float nearer to him and he watched it carefully.

The blue light illuminating the white space his head was tucked into, and it was just those two.

Lance and Earth.
She was such a pretty lady.

His sadness escaped through a sigh, and he allowed himself to be calm.

Tonight, he would fix it.
Lance would stay up all night and go through the map an replot every point.

And as morning came, the hood would come off, and Lance would feel a little better.

Everything would be okay.

It had to be, otherwise what would have been the point of staying up all night to do all of this for his team?

He skipped breakfast, as that time came the following morning. Not that he was incredibly hungry anyway.

“203…204, wait, no…” Lance put down another point, rubbing his eyes and swaying in his spot.

Lance had marked down every point they had previously plotted, and finding he hadn’t been able to sleep, continued on.

The blue paladin barely noticed as a door opened behind him, and the team entered.

“Wh— Lance? We thought you were still sleeping, you weren’t at breakfast.” Princess Allura said with a hint of surprise in her tone.

Lance chuckled, “Nah, thought I would finish up some of our plotting.”

Team Voltron and the Alteans were staring in awe at the color coordinated dots that glowed amongst the light blue holographic model.

“What is this?” Shiro asked.

Lance looked over, rubbing an eye.
“I felt horrible last night, messing up the work you guys did. So I stayed up and fixed it. I even took the time to color coordinate them by condition, size, and whether or not they are open at certain times.”

Each had their jaw dropped, staring at their blue paladin. He had done all of that?

“Did you sleep at all?” Hunk spoke up, brows furrowed as he stared at his friend.

The poor kid looked drained; skin paled, bags under his eyes, and red in the corners.

He was exhausted.

It took them a moment to process this, watching as Lance sat down and smiled at them. “I even found more. In at over two hundred charted locations giving the correct conditions.”

Keith said it. “Idiot.”

Lance blinked, visibly flinching at the sudden words, not what he had expected at all.

“What…?”

Pidge looked annoyed, although it was probably at the fact Lance had done something tech related better than her for once.

“You stayed up ALL NIGHT? On a map that wasn’t even that important?” She said, gaping.

Lance paused, “Not that…Wh… But you guys got so upset when I messed it up, an worked on it all day!”

Keith rolled his eyes, “Yeah, it needed done, but it wasn’t life or death. Look at you!”

Shiro, in a nicer tone, agreed. “He’s right, Lance. You didn’t have to do this, and it’s not healthy putting yourself through such stress.”

Hunk bit his lip, “I mean, you’re really tired right? What if, What o Zarkon attacked and you just fell asleep durin battle?”

“He would KILL you.” Allura confirmed. Coran nodded.

“You’ve got to take care of yourself.”

Lance looked around at his friends, not believing what he was hearing in the slightest.

How could they accuse him like this?
How could they be so rude?

Lance had done this for them, staying up all night to fix his mistake. He had wants to make them happy!

The blue paladin wanted to be apart of the team and help out for once, even if it was in a simple manner.

He hadn’t wanted to be reprimanded for a deed he believed was good.

Frustrated tears appeared, and Lance crossed his arms. “Fine, whatever, I’ll go to bed. Do what you want with that.”

He stood up, swayed, and nearly toppled over with exhaustion. Lance couldn’t stand the worried looks he was getting.

The hood came back up.
Things were supposed to have been okay.

Lance marched to his room, rubbing his nose with an aggravated sniff and glaring the tears away.

It wasn’t okay.
Why couldn’t it ever be okay?

Let You Back || Luke Hemmings

Summary: After non-stop calls from Luke Hemmings since the day of your break up, you finally let him back around to tend to the baby that he is the father of. And although unintended, the time the two of you spent for the baby blossomed into something that existed long ago.

I M A G I N E 

“No mom, I’m fine, I promise,” you cooed, having a small smile play at your lips as you held the phone to your ear. You were alone in your apartment, walking around to keep your legs strong. Having a big belly with life inside makes you a lot heavier and harder to walk and stand. So, you paced around the home while talk to your immensely concerned mother. “I won’t go home unless I really need the help, okay? But I’m sure I can manage.” With a few ‘I love you’s’ and ‘take care’s’ later, you hung up the phone and sighed. 

“It’s just you and me, little buddy,” you said quietly, smiling down fondly at your very round belly. “Others want to help, but I got this. I can take care of you and raise you, I promise I will.” Although you sounded confident, and you fairly were, you were worried over one aspect of your new coming family: the baby didn’t have a father. 

Luke Hemmings, punkrock star from 5 Seconds of Summer was the baby’s father. You loved that man more than you’ve ever loved anyone before. And he showed you the adoration he had over you, making you love him that much more. But one night without a condom changed everything drastically. His fuck up led you to the two paths the both of you strayed on. 

When you told Luke about your pregnancy 3 days in, he immediately broke up with you. As much as you cried and wailed for him to stay, Luke wasn’t having it. He claimed that he couldn’t be a father at all because he has a career to run. You argued, saying that it was him who refused to wear the condom the night that it happened. Luke then followed by rolling his eyes, leaving the hotel room and not coming back until the morning. When he came back, he was drunk and bluntly told you he fucked another girl. 

That was your queue to up and leave Luke’s life. 

But since then, Luke has relentlessly sent calls, texts, voice messages, etc. He’s even found your address and sent you various letters and random gifts. And you’ve ignored them since because you believed that you don’t require Luke. He hurt you and you deemed him as a hazard to the baby. This is gone on for 5 months after the break up, allowing you to think things through. 

It wouldn’t hurt to allow Luke around, would it? You wouldn’t have to be with him, but he would play his role in raising the baby. Plus, the extra help would be nice and maybe you’ll see yourself forgiving him in the near future. You mind scrambled over this topic, with a series of good points fighting your sensitive heart and doubt over Luke. 

And, coincidentally, he calls you. Sighing, you look down at your baby, worried more about the baby’s future than your feelings. Deciding this, you let the phone ring a few more times before picking up. Lifting it up to your ear, you say simply, “Luke.”

“Oh fuck, Y/N!” Luke sounds surprised. You smiled fondly at his accent, recalling the days when you used to make him say certain words. You were always immensely amused by the way he said ‘tomato’ or ‘potato.’ But you shook your head at the memories to go back to the conversation. “Finally you’ve picked up!”

“Yeah, well, don’t be too ecstatic, this doesn’t mean I love you again,” you said with a sigh, making him sigh lightly as well. Did he really expect you to? “But I started thinking about the baby and its future. And so I’m sorta giving you another chance…”

“Oh fuck, are you serious?” Luke asks ecstatically. It made you giggle in irony. 5 months ago, Luke wanted nothing with the baby. Now he’s more than excited to be part of its life. “I’ve actually got a 2 week vacation coming up, Y/N. So maybe I can stay with you for those 2 weeks and help out?”

“That would actually be amazing, Luke,” you said quietly as you rubbed your belly. You sat down on the couch as Luke began talking about arrangements and future plans. The two of you professionally discussed how this was going to work. But honestly, even with that call being serious, you couldn’t help but melt from his voice.


The day of his coming was a very nerve-wrecking day for you. You were suddenly worried over your appearance and the showing of the house. So, as Luke was flying over, you cleaned like a mad woman and cleaned yourself up. You did your makeup to perfection and allowed your hair to naturally dry to have it be a dry, but cute, mess. 

“Are you excited to meet your daddy?” You whispered to your belly. You were now sat on the couch resting. Doing housework as well as fixing yourself up was hard and exhausting with such a large belly. But you did it and finally got to sit down and spend time with your baby. “I’m excited, too. He didn’t sound like the jerk he was before on the phone. I think you’re gonna love him, little bug,” you say happily, rubbing your belly. 

Your door suddenly rang after a few hours, making you jump immediately from the couch. You fixed you shirt before going to the mirror to check your face. Going to the door, you open it to see a very tall and changed Luke Hemmings.

The boy you knew and loved was now a man. He had a small beard and his jawline appeared more defined. He got just a bit taller and put his hair down instead of its usually up and quiff-self. Even the black piercing was gone. Which made you sad, since you did really like his piercing. But it was those blue eyes that grabbed you. They still contained that lovely ocean color with the perfect sparkle every time light hit them, even by the slightest.

“I… hi, Luke,” you said quietly, looking up at his face. Luke looks down at you, his face beaming to see you. He slowly walks forward, so he was no longer in the doorway, but rather inside your apartment. After he scanned your face, he fixed his attention at your belly. You blushed as he looked in awe. Luke has seen pregnant woman before, but it was a completely different story as the father of the baby in a pregnant woman. 

“Y/N, you’re so gorgeous…” Luke said quietly, immediately going in for a hug. Your breath hitched as Luke held you in an embrace. Being very cautious of the baby, he didn’t push himself on you too much. But he held you in a warm, sincere hug, allowing you to take in his scent. He still smelled of Vegemite and tea and cookies and sleep. He smelled like Luke. “It’s so good to see you. It’s so bloody good, Y/N.”

“It’s good to see you, too,” you said softly as he lets go of you and stares down at you. You give him a genuine smile as he returns his, making you blush a bit. He then bends down and looks straight at your belly, making you smile.

“So is this it?” Luke asked quietly. You nod, lifting up your shirt to reveal the skin. It wasn’t incredibly huge, but you stomach stuck out quite a bit. And the weight is very much evidently. “Can I?” Luke asks as he lifts his hand near your stomach. You nod once more, watching as Luke hesitantly places his hand on your stomach. You felt the callouses on his hands from guitar playing, a fact you enjoyed about Luke very much. His music was always so soothing as his vocals were gorgeous. You then felt something jolt out from inside your stomach.

“Fuck! What the heck was that?” You groaned, rubbing your belly a bit. Luke looked at your belly in fascination, with his eyes wide open and his lips just a bit apart. He looked in shock. 

“It kicked, Y/N…” Luke whispered. The baby… kicked? It hasn’t kicked at all this entire time. But once Luke comes around, the baby is kicking. You took a breath of relief and surprise, smiling at Luke and your belly. It seems as though the baby had known Luke was there and is their father. “Do you know the gender, Y/N?”

“I actually have an appointment to find out in 2 days,” you inform, recalling the appointment easily. 

“I’m there,” Luke said, giving his word to you. “And I’m going to be here as often as I can be. I’m so sorry to you and Y/N, little buddy,” Luke starts talking to the baby, making you look at him in wonder. “I’m going to be the best damn father you’ll ever have, regardless if I’m with your mum or not. That’s a promise, little buddy.” Luke stands up straight and looks into your eyes. “I’m going to earn your forgiveness. I swear I will.” 

“Okay,” you say in a whisper, the two of your exchanging smiles before allowing Luke to come in and unpack. 


During the two weeks Luke was around, he’s been incredibly helpful. He would wake up immensely early to help you up and do house chores. As you cooked, he would clean and dry the dishes. He’d help you down the stairs and with the groceries when you couldn’t carry too many. He ensured your safety by looking at any suspicious characters and leading you away from them. He even gave you back massages when you asked. He was turning out to be a very big and vital help. 

When the both of you found out that you were going to have a son, Luke’s face lit up more than the day he came back into your life. He would help you home and then whip out his guitar. 

“What’re you gonna do with that?” You hummed as you got comfortable on your bed. Luke got a chair and put it next to you and took a seat. Tuning his guitar really quickly, he gestured for you to lift up your shirt a bit. You did as instructed, revealing your belly. He looked at the strings before beginning to play a tune. 

I’ll take what you’ve got, got, got…” Luke sang peacefully and sincerely, his hands seeming as though they were home on those strings. “I know it’s not a lot, lot, lot. But I just need another hit, you’re the thing that I can’t quit…” As he sang, you found yourself in a trance. You loved Luke’s singing. You especially loved that he was staring straight into your eyes when he was singing. 

I want to breathe you in like a vapor, I want to be the one you remember, I want to feel your love like the weather…” Luke sang, having him smile lightly at you. There was a sparkle in his eye as he looked at you. It took you back to the same sparkle he had when you first got to know him and he fell completely in love with you. “All over me, all over me…” Luke chooses to stop there, earning an applause from you. 

“You are the one I remember,” you mused, smiling at him. You ruffled his hair with your hand as he sheepishly fixed it. “I don’t think I can ever forget you.” 

“As amazing as that makes me feel,” Luke begins, smirking at you. “I really want to be the one you forgive right about now.” You nod before grabbing his hand and giving in a light, reassuring squeeze. 

“You’re getting there,” you whispered, getting a wide smile from the Australian. 


As the months go by, you didn’t expect Luke to keep his promise. Every vacation he got was dedicated to you as he would fly in immediately and help around. It made you feel happy yet bad that he was doing this. Happy that he was being the father you always imagined him to be. But you felt bad at the fact that he was using all his vacations on you. You know his family misses him a lot and he deserves to be with them after all that time being away from them. 

“Luke, what are you doing?” You asked quietly, holding onto your fairly large 7-month belly. You found him in the living room with a laptop. He was very glued onto whatever he was doing, typing away happily on it. Joining him on the couch, you looked over to see what he was ogling. 

“I just ordered a crapton of punkrock clothing for my buddy in there,” Luke says happily as he places his hand on your belly. You put yours on his, smiling at how much work and effort he’s putting into this. You then frowned as you closed the laptop and sighed. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” Luke asked worriedly as he turns completely to face you. 

“It’s just that… I feel that you’re too focused on our baby now that you’re forgetting your family,” you say softly as you rubbing his hand. “I love that you’re around for me and our little bean, but I want you to have your own time to spend with your family. It feels like I’m depriving you of that, and I don’t want to do that to you, Luke.”

“Aw, Y/N!” Luke says, smiling at you. He takes both of your hands in his as his light blue eyes gleam at you. “That’s really sweet and it means the world to me that you’re still so considerate to me, even after I hurt you terribly. But it’s not that I’m here out of obligation, Y/N. I’m here because I want to be here. I want to make up for the time I’ve abandoned you and left you alone to fend for yourself and our baby– our child. And during this time with you has made me realize a lot of things, Y/N.”

“Like?” You pondered.

“Like how much I regret leaving you. Not just for the fact that we have a child, but for the fact that I left one of the greatest girls I’ve ever met in my life. You’re funny and sweet and lovely and gorgeous– you’re everything I’d really like and need in a girl. I’m especially pissed for leaving you for that duck-faced disgrace.”

“You mean Arzaylea?” You comment with a scoff. 

“So you have been keeping track of me!” Luke says excitedly. You roll your eyes as he smiles a big smile for you. It made you smile, too, and feel warm inside. Luke always had the heart-fluttering smiles that always lit up the room. Who knew that he still had these affects on you. “Anyways, Y/N, I really do want to be here.” The two of you smile before getting the laptop back to look at the clothing Luke bought. 

“Luke,” you giggled, pointing at one of the things in his cart. “How are khakis punkrock?”


“One more push, Y/N!” The doctor yelled as you wailed in pain. You were hooked up to a series of machines with nurses around you. Your legs were spread and you were experiencing awful pain. But Luke was right beside you, holding your hand as you squeezed his tightly. 

“It hurts so bad!” You cried, pushing as hard as you can. 

“I know, but you’ve got this, Y/N!” Luke encouraged as you squeezed his hand harder. Before you two knew it, a loud cry was heard from below you and your pain was gradually fading away. You looked up at the doctor, with your face flushed and drenched with sweat. 

“Congratulations on your beautiful baby boy, Mr. and Mrs. Hemmings,” the doctor says as he wraps the baby in a towel and hands him to you. Taking the baby in your arms, you began to cry. It was sleeping softly in your arms, with its small heartbeat barely in a rush. As you wept, Luke leaned down and looked at the newborn. 

“This is our little buddy?” Luke whispers in fascination. You nodded through your weeping, allowing Luke to take the baby in his arms. You look up and watch as Luke holds him and cradles him. It seems like Luke was addicted to his fix, because he couldn’t stop staring at him. “Wow.”

“What’s up, Luke?” You said in a croaky voice as you wiped your tears. 

“He’s just so beautiful,” Luke breathes. “Just like you, Y/N.”

In a few hours, you and the baby were cleaned up and assigned a room. Machines were still hooked onto you as you were recovering, relieving you that everything went well and everything is well. As you were laying down, Luke was ogling the baby in the hospital cradle they provided. It’s like he was now obsessed with him, more than he was when he was just in the belly. 

“Luke, bring him over,” you ask, watching as Luke picks up the baby gently and walks over to your bed. You get him in your arms, making you smile with glee. You then move over a bit, giving some space to your right. You pat on the space, gesturing for Luke to join. He blushed before joining you on the bed. It was a tight fit, but you didn’t care as you leaned your head down on Luke’s shoulder. 

“Are you feeling better now?” Luke asked as he brushed his fingers on the baby’s delicate head. 

“Very much, yes,” you whisper before closing your eyes. Right here, in this moment, you felt complete. It was you, your new baby, and the rightful father that has proven himself. You give Luke a kiss on the cheek before returning to his shoulder to close your eyes once more. Holding the baby with one arm, you take the other to weave your fingers through Lukes. “I forgive you,” you say quietly. Luke smiled a real big smile before falling into a deep slumber with you. 


“Hush, Alex, it’s okay now!” You cooed at Alex, your 2 month old baby. He was crying, wailing loudly at midnight that both you and Luke woke up. You sent Luke to warm up some milk as you cradled Alex in your arms. 

“I’ve got the milk!” Luke says successfully as he rushes to you and hands you the warm bottle. With ease, you get Alex to take the nipple of the bottle into his mouth. Quiet is returned as Alex begins to drink it quickly. His blue eyes, the color of his fathers, was focused on the bottle as he drank. “You know, I’m just as hungry as you, buddy,” Luke comments, placing his hand on his stomach. 

“I’m pretty hungry as well,” you comment with a sigh. “Wait for me downstairs, okay? Once I put him to rest, I’ll make us a midnight snack.” Luke smiles eagerly before leaving the room. A few moments later, Alex finishes the milk and falls into a deep sleep. You place him down cautiously in his cradle, keeping in mind as to how fragile he is. Walking out with the empty bottle, you find Luke on the couch, looking absolutely exhausted. 

“He asleep?” Luke says quietly as you joined him on the couch. You drop your head on his shoulder, playing with the empty bottle in your hands. 

“Yes,” you breath as you snuggled on Luke’s side. Luke sighs in happiness, putting his arm around your shoulder to let you be more comfortable. In the moment, you found yourself getting butterflies in your stomach. Luke was brushing his fingertips on your shoulder, earning goosebumps from you. 

“Hey, Y/N?” Luke chirps, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, Luke?”

“I love you,” he says quietly, making your heart race. “Always have, and probably always will. It never ended, really. The day that we broke up was the worst day of my life. It felt like I lost everything: my love, my motivation, my inspiration. Everything was gone once you disappeared. Like everything was in black and white.” 

“Black and white?” You asked.

“Mhm,” Luke hums. “But since I came back, you brought back the color. Everything felt better and real. My music has feeling, my life feels like it serves a bigger purpose than being an artist. I now get to be the father of a baby I created with the girl I want to be with for the rest of my life. Life doesn’t get any better than this moment right here, Y/N.”

“You sure about that?” You mused before you grab Lukes face and plant a passionate kiss on his lips. You’ve been so desperate to do that since the day you saw him, but couldn’t. You were stubborn and believed that your feelings for him were gone. Any that appeared was just an illusion created by your hopeful mind. But your heart was loud and rang your feelings loud and clear. “I love you, too, Luke.”

And with that, you and Luke fell asleep together on the couch, happy smiles playing at both of your lips. 

that realization that now that ive created this mobile masterlist, i have to put this story there, on my actual masterlist, and respond it to an anon lmaoo

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You know what breaks my heart?
How we have grown so accustom and numb to the ways God has reveled Himself to us. Most of the time, we forget to simply look up and fix our eyes on Heaven.
Yet he still paints the sky for us every night. Whether we have admired it or ignored it. He will never stop doing it. He wants to remind us of His faithfulness at the very start and at the very end of each and every day in the way He lights up the sky with awe-inspiring colors.
It is such a perfect reflection of His love for us. Whether we have acknowledged what He has done for us or not, He still pursues us.

Soulmate

[ Based on the AU where you only see black and white until you meet your soulmate ]

‘I wonder if I’ll ever meet them…’

Ivan sighed to himself as he walked into the grocery store, needing to buy some food for dinner. He chose to cook something Italian, and was thinking simple pasta. It would be easy to make, as he didn’t feel like cooking anything that took a lot of time.

The Russian was thinking about his soulmate. ‘It’s so hard to live in this world… Not seeing color until you meet your soulmate…’ Ivan shook his head again, giving another sigh.

He has only heard about what color looks like. It was impossible to describe. He wanted to know what blue was, what purple was, what pink was. A long list of colors he’s never seen, was dying to see.

But most of all, he just really wanted to meet his soulmate. His special one, the person he’d know forever. He was scared that he’ll never meet them, since he’s seen people who never got to meet their other half. What if that happens to him? He was terrified of the idea.

He was already twenty-five, and still hadn’t dated anyone. He didn’t want to start a relationship with someone who wasn’t his soulmate. What if he met him while they were dating? That would cause a lot of heart break.

He was also saving himself for that special someone. Sex wise, he wanted his first time to be with his soulmate. He had thought it was a good idea, but now he was rethinking it. He was fearful that when the time came to have sex, his inexperience would make the act awkward and not enjoyable for his love.

Ivan tried to push all his negative thoughts aside and went to focus on his food. ‘It’s not the time to think about how much you’ll suck in bed…’ He thought, sighing as he walked to the isle to find some pasta and sauce.

Ivan picked up a box and looked at it, trying to see if this was the one he liked. Reading the label, he jumped when someone bumped into him by mistake, which made him drop the box.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry!”

“it’s okay…”

Ivan’s words trailed off as he looked at the man right next to him. Suddenly, colors quickly filled the room. His eyes could finally see. The floor turned a light brown, while the shelves of food turned different blues and reds. The ceiling stayed white, but everything was bright. The browns, purples, greens, reds, they all surrounded him so fast.

But his eye’s stayed fix on one thing- The man in front of him. His hair turned a shiny blonde, his skin was a peach color. But his eyes, his eyes were the best thing Ivan had ever seen. It was the prettiest color to him. Those beautiful blue eyes that he could look into all day.

The man however, was staring right back at Ivan. He was at awe at all the colors, as they hit him suddenly like they did to the Russian. And just like Ivan, he couldn’t stop staring at his eyes. The violet windows to his soul. He was lost in them. That color was the most stunning to him.

After a while, both of them got embarrassed from the staring. But they couldn’t help it. To each other, they both were dazzling to look at.

“Hi…” Ivan said softly, his voice low. He had a smile on his face, he was so happy. In this moment, he had just found his soulmate, the person he would be with forever. And the man who would be his was so handsome! He was so lucky!

The man felt the exact same way. His partner was beautiful, he had struck gold. He replied back in a soft tone as well, not sure what to say.

“Hi… Wow.. You’re beautiful…” He couldn’t help it, those words just slipped out of his mouth.

“Ah thank you… You are too…’ Ivan said back, his face flushed. He had just met him, and he was already exchanging sweet words with him. “I’m… Ivan… what’s your name…?”

“Alfred…” The man said, still grinning at Ivan. ‘Alfred… I love his name…’ Ivan thought, trying to come up with words to reply. He was just so gorgeous, it made Ivan speechless.

Ivan laughed nervously, not knowing what to say. He was just so amazing to look at, and he couldn’t keep his eyes away. He looked so kind, his smile could light up a room. Alfred then took his hand and brought it to his lips. Giving it a kiss, he held the hand close, grinning.

‘Ah… How sweet…’ Ivan thought, mentally screaming with joy.

“You… Wanna get some coffee…?” Alfred asked, wanting to spent time with him as soon as possible. He wanted to sit down with Ivan and listen to him. He wanted to learn every single thing he could. He wanted to know all the details of his life, what he’s gone through. What makes him smile, frown, cry, laugh.

He wanted to know everything about Ivan.

The Russian smiled softly, nodding as he placed his hand over Alfred’s. He was still holding the hand that he had kissed.

“I would love to get to know you…”

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