#constellations au

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"Vast" is a more liquid-solid substance that is unlike the rest of space that everyone believes as "made of nothing", it's the color of blue-purple with white dots or smth that blends very well with it's surroundings

Ashlyn, or rather, The Monarch, is made of vast, her heart being the dying star that's keeping her alive

There's more of her kind, of course, but they're usually seen as gods, legends told by ancestors and then lost by time, but not space, haha, get it? Ok I'll shut up now-

Ashlyn in this AU is more curious of the humans and Earth, and she ended up uh...Crashing to Earth with a mortal form?? Idk I just thought of this for like only 2 days, and ended up being adopted by Logan's grandparents(None of my AU can escape the star siblings propaganda-)

She gets back to her home place after like, a decade or so, and ended up being "grounded" for 50 years because of that

During those 50 years, Aiden and the gang ended up pursuing space-astronauts-idk because they've heard of a silly rumor of where Ash might have gone

Aiden gets lost in space. Poor him.

And Billy hadn’t meant to fall asleep with Steve cradled in his arms, like they were lovers, like it meant something, like Steve actually... but he had. And now he was blinking awake in the small hours before dawn, with Steve sleeping peacefully beside him, and it felt right, like if Billy let himself think about it he might decide that he wants to wake up next Steve Harrington every day for the rest of his life.

But that wasn’t possible. For more reasons then Billy could even begin to list it was impossible, even if he briefly entertained the idea that the slumbering boy beside him felt the same, he quickly snapped himself out of it. Steve clearly tolerated him. Barely. Billy was a means to an end and nothing more, and if that meant he could be close to Steve, even if only physically, he would take it.

But this could only last so long. But in the light of the moon, as Billy’s free hand delicately fluttered across the bare back of the boy he would do anything for, he reasoned that he could let himself live in his delusion, if only for a little while. Just until he crept out of the house into the dark and left Steve peacefully sleeping in his bed, none the wiser.

Each delicate sweep of Billy fingers connected the beauty marks littered across Steve’s back, a mess of constellation for only Billy to know. Slowly, quietly, the blonde sat up on the bed, ready to swing his legs off and go in search of his jeans, lost in the mess of the room hours ago, but once again his eyes were drawn to the ethereal body beside. His eyes were always drawn to Steve. Always.

He leaned over and placed a soft kiss to a beauty mark at the base of Steve’s spine, his long curls brushing that pale skin ever so slightly. Before he could stop himself he slowly began to retrace those perfect constellations he had created with his fingers, lips pressed so softly to every star in the galaxy that was Steve Harrington’s skin.

It was when he was nuzzled into the brunette’s neck, having made his way to the moles and freckles there, that there was a long, slow, deep inhale from above, and looking up he was met with two drowsy deep brown eyes staring back into his pools of blue.

Billy inhale sharply and everything in his body tended as he prepared to jump off the bed and run. Run as far as he could and never speak to Steve Harrington again because he had ruined it. This was not part of their arrangement. This was not something that could be disguised as two teenage boys getting their rocks off in a convenient way, this was clearly not a product of the sexual tension between rivals, this was something more. Something that Billy couldn’t disguise, so all he could do was run.

But then... oh but then a smile spread on Steve’s face and he turned, tangling his legs in the sheets as his arms came up around Billy’s neck, dragging his tense body down to meet his, and pulling him into a kiss much too soft for two people who mean nothing to each other. Who are supposed to mean nothing. But the way that Steve was kissing him now, Billy could fool himself into thinking they meant something. No matter how impossible it is.

“Steve I-“

“Shh... we’ll talk about it in the morning, baby.” Steve whispered as he tucked a golden curl behind Billy’s ear. “Just stay with me, ok?”

“Ok, pretty boy. I’ll stay,” he replied as he curled himself around the other boy.

And he held him as he drifted into a sound sleep. Desperately wanting to believe this could work. Wanting nothing more than to wake up next Steve when daylight broke through the window. He wanted to hear the boy he adored tell him he wasn’t crazy for wanting him.

He wanted. But when that sunlight shown into the room only a few hours later, Steve woke to find that Billy had done what he did best.