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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Tell me you love me, before I go.

A/N: A very short smutty writing I had in my swirling whole night, which unapologetically I ended up writing in the wee hours of dark.

Summary: Harry and Y/N are rivals -- very passive aggressive enemies. When on a mission Y/N breaks into his room he had no choice but to punish her.

AU: Rivals to lovers, dark sci-fi, angry rough sex, spanking and spitting, reassurance kink and unrequited love.

A war between two groups. Left one with nothing but a tech base and other with almost everything. So the Arsonists raid the Phantoms' buildings to steal food items and necessary fuels for their people since they're mostly unarmed due to lack of weapons they try to use their brain as much as possible.

Y/N works in one of the tech bases of Arsonists and right now she's standing with her five more mates trying to figure out how to break through these large gates of the villain's building, one of his most strong headquarters.

They've to collect some data before another truck of fuel arrives for Phantoms next Wednesday so they could have access to it without doing much effort.

Once sneaking in successfully because the two guards were too muddled in gossiping their arsess about their maiden. The building's nothing too extravagant, sleek and able to live, dimmed to an unpleasant light indicating everyone inside it is sleeping.

She barges into the villain's room easily and almost had all the information in her hands from his drawers when the door to the room banged close, startling her at spot and the frames of her glasses fell on the carpeted floor.

"Shit."

"D'ya think cursing would take ye' out of here? if so you're down bad" Her heart sinks in when his cold insensate voice booms within the walls — a heavy boot comes crushing her glasses, again and again mercilessly.

Her blood boils. Because, what the fuck. Doesn't he have any manners?

"Do you think I need my glasses to punch the shit out of you, you prick!!" She pounced at him, almost breaking his nose into a splitted eiffel tower but he dodged it, twisting her wrists at her back and snatching the files from her sneering menacingly —- letting her painful grunts fly over his head without any remorse.

"Well, well." She yelps when he tightens his grip angrily, "Look what cat dragged in come little mousey we're going to have some fun." She didn't know until now that someone could be this strong as he puts her in a chair like a rag doll binding her with no escape out.

She tries to squirm and wriggle her butt out but he just tuts standing tall and evil in front of her, she rakes her gaze slowly up to his tanned biceps and clavicles popping from underneath his flimsy shirt, matted curls grazing his shoulders.

"Oh no, trust me sweetheart, you're going to want to stay strapped in here. We're going to find out how many times an Arsonist can break –- and for the fact my people will kill you on the spot if you step out of my room." Shiver runs down her body from fear and he chuckles, flopping onto the edge of his bed, man spreading, leaning onto the heels of his palms behind him.

"You're pathetic!" She spits out. Full of venom.

"Pfft, a thief telling me that 'm pathetic." He shakes his head and she's despising his audacity as if he rules the world. She could kick him square in his sexy face but the thing's she's bound to this damn uncomfy chair.

"Atleast, I don't go on killing people." She grumps and it's like she pushed a button when his irises turn pitch dark. Her eyes widen in astonishment, reeking with fear when he leaves his spot in a thunder striding towards her furiously and drags the chair closer to him, almost lifting it inches above floor.

The next thing she knows that a gun is resting against her temple ready to be fired, "Ye' really that desperate fo' me to prove it to you, huh?" He growls, hooded gaze following the gun that's sliding down her cheek and the way her breath wavers —- lips trembles, nose twitches he knows he's fucked.

"Will it hurt?" If she's going to die it better be an easy way.

His eyes soften at that. Taking in the rosy features of her, the plushiness and squishiness of her skin that his fingers feels like dipping into cream. The women of Phantom aren't like this; they're built differently to fight and kill who wrongs them -- they're almost heartless at this point.

"Dunno, You'll get to know after taking one." He shrugs like it's not a biggie tipping her chin with the gun's pointer and her eyelids slip shuts. She couldn't cry. Even her dead body wouldn't forgive her if she would cry infront of her worst enemy for the last time.

"I hate you, Harry. I'd never ever forgive you for kidnapping my cat when we were small." There she said it. If she's gonna die soon she better let it off her chest. Before it could hit him right in the wound he builds a shield fast arguing back with a stoic chuckle.

"Guilt tripping wouldn't help, darling." He tuts patting her cheek with the gun's barrel —- funny case it's empty of bullets. He just shooted all of them whilst doing target practice.

"Fuck you." She yells.

"It'd take much more action than just undressing me naked with your bare eyes." He squeaks dramatically. Stepping away and pouts when she huffs trying to kick her feet in his direction.

"Not my fault that you're a perv."

He pouts feigning fake disappointment putting a hand on his chest, "You're such a grudge holder."

"Think about 10 ways to fuck me until then 'm heading to make amends for you -- see what they offer in return of their precious nerd." He smirks, it's sad such a gorgeous face could be such evil she thinks.

When he comes back she's fallen asleep from getting tired and exhausted being trapped in the same spot for hours, "Sorry, peaches but they don't want you back –- even told me to kill you if that what it ta —- oooh" He halts in his tracks closing the door behind him quietly not to wake her up and pads softly towards her, putting her dangling head back gently in a comfortable position and tucks a strand of her hair that's tickling her nose behind her ear.

You're not supposed to act that way with your enemy, you FUCKER.

His brain screams but his heart says otherwise.

She has changed. She never cries anymore. Everytime they kidnapped her or she ended up being caught from his henchmen —- she'd always need company to make her feel less frightened from the hollowness of their buildings, would cry when they'd lock her up in dark rooms.

It's awfully hurtful how once bestfriends turns into rivals just because of a conflict that ruined their and their families lives.

She has been doing all of this for people who doesn't even care about her. They're using her and many others like her to build a nuclear power plant so they could become intimidating.

He retires to sleep. Debating in his sleep whether he should just free her and tell her to sleep in one of the rooms of the buildings but soon the possibilities died when he was high in his slumber.

He groans, knuckling the sleepiness away from his eyes. He woke up from loud the thumping and found Y/N trying to break the door knob, he winces covering his ears when she screams watching him lunge towards her in rush.

His chocolate curls bouncing atop his head. His emerald eyes speaking with morning's gold and lips ripe like cherry. His brows kinked in annoyance and expression pinched in rage.

"You're confident." He rasps out in his morning husk and slams his hands on either side of her head trapping, cornering her between him and the wall.

"Did you really think it was going to be this easy." He nothing but purres, pushing her against the door. She gasps abruptly aware of their height differences moreso the radiation of power he daunts that she ignored her whole life.

"Hmm." He hummed. Eyes black with intimidation burning her under the intensity of it, he keeps his focus on her, smirking. "It suits you. This trying to fight me, desperation is a beautiful look on you."

"Fuck you."

"I mean if, ask nicely." His smile is sweetly honey and lethal if you ask me.

She glares at him with blazing daggers, "This isn't the way you make people love you." Her chest heaving with his heat close to her and his scent enveloping her.

"Love?" He laughs fondly even, crinkled forming by his eyes and he breathes out when she hovers her dry lips over his's, "Sweet thing this isn't about love — if ye ask me far from that." He's lying. He's full of bullshit.

"And yet you don't touch me or hurt me." She squints her eyes up at him wrecking her brain how to slip away from his hold, "If you beg so." He simpers awfully lewd for her. Sure as rock for what he said with his whole chest.

"Come get me then!" She trips him aside and rushes for the door when he pushes her into it tightening his hand around her throat, it's aching him to tell her the truth but he wants to let her know her worth. He rests his forehead against her's muttering a rumble deep within his chest, "They don't want you Y/N." Her windpipes squeezes painfully. The statement punching her lungs. Tears springing in her eyes.

"You're lying!!" She looks up at him shattered and desperate.

He caresses his knuckles against her tear stained cheek, "Shh, shh baby I'll always want you even if they don't — " He jerks back when she blows hit at his brawny chest yelling at him.

"It's because of you!! You, you, you." He sighs. Grabbing her wrists and pining them above her head, "Shut up, please." His chillness irks her more and she nips at him feastly.

"Make me." So he does. When her eyes drift up at his determined ones it takes her breath away and she knew it was over for her.

His lips catches her's in a hard kiss, driving them apart with the force of it. Nothing gentle mind mushing about it rather pricking needles into her skin with the severeness of it. She feels the door rattling against her back when he shifts, pushing her against it with his hips, every thought of her exploding into white noise of want and lust. The dark curl of desire twisting in her stomach and pearling sweat on her neck. With the last thread of restraint in herself she tries to pull away.

"No." He says bringing her lips back to his's. Cupping her cheeks to deepen the kiss and it's ardent as before not loosing it's spark, she slips her hands under his shirt — pulling him closer and the low groan at the back of his throat, a small pleading noise of want sets her skin on fire.

"Fuck me." She mewls. Trying to latch on his body like a kitten with it's dainty paws.

He glides his clammy palms down her bum and grabs her thighs wrapping them around his waist. Not breaking the kiss but tasting ever dulcet corners of her mouth and creating heavenly noises.

The next thing they know she's crawling back with the help of her bum to settle in the nest of pillows and he's fumbling with his belt buckle quite aggressively, she tugs the hem of his shirt down not satiated enough from having his lips on her and meanders her fingers in his hair to pull at them roughly in order to flush her chest up against his's.

"Never thought your sheets would have smelled other than sex." Because, genuinely. They smell that of fresh mint and roses.

"So, you think of me doing dirty on this bed you're laying at the moment?" He asks mock and degradation evident in his tone, "D'ya get wet dreamin' 'bout me railin' ye' to death?" He grazes his teeth along her jaw and sucks at her earlobe counting in her silence.

"Shut up." She gasps, probably from the abrupt press of his bulge against the inside of her thigh.

"Make me then." He growls. Fisting the hem of her hoodie and pulls it over her head throwing it among his skinny jeans. Her head falls back and lips tremble from the effect of slap he landed at her outer thigh —-- she knows she can't shut him.

Though he knows that her single command and he'd be at his knees for her.

When she clings to him for dear life and whimpers in his ear softly, his eyes widen in realization and he leans away to watch her expressions diffuse into manifold emotions. His nose scrunches up and he holds back his cooes for her.

She's a subby. A cute one.

Her eyes blink open to the sight of him out of his boxers and it waters her mouth —- her mind manipulating her to lunge forward and take his heavy member in her palm to give a good suck to his shiny crimson head.

Down her throat. Nestle her nose against the trim patch of hair under his balls.

"Like what y'see, doll?" He highers his chin quite smug about her staring and she hates him for that, "Pretty cocky for someone who likes staring at his enemy's tits." Her voice groggy. She wheezes a squeak through her nose when Harry pulls his shirt over his head revealing toned pecs and abs -- skin sewn with tats.

Unfortunately, she doesn't get to stare at it for longer when that shirt comes wrapping around her eyes blocking her sight.

He can never let her have nice things would he?

"Wanted to gag your mouth with it … but I'd rather love hearing you moan fo' daddy." He nips at her collarbones -- sucking it harshly to leave a prominent mark. His calloused hand rubs over her tummy smiling against her skin when she jolts and lets a little squeal slip.

His cock drips precome at her tummy and her breath shudders into heavy pants when the tip of his cock dipped in her belly button nudging it.

"Ha —- " He glides his sticky head down her happy trail and slips his large palm into her panties cupping her with his middle finger teasing her entrance, "Couldn't hear you!" He ducks down to put his ear near her lips and drums the pads of his digits against her cheek.

She huffs and squirms for a second then moans breathily when he spanks the side of her hip leaving a sting, "Oh my god, daddy." His grin victorious and he lowers down to smudge his lips against her parted ones -- kissing her tongue and humming around it.

She's somewhere it's hard to configure out, in between paradise and wonderland.

"Tell me princess, what d'I do with you in your filthy dreams?" He grabs her jaw patching gentle pecks against her lips and he slops his finger into her throbbing pussy, "Fuckin' drippin' down ye' bum fo' me." She cries out trying to hook her thigh around him but he hisses slapping her cunt hardly -- turning her into a thrashing mess. She's trying hard to suppress the bitter-sweet sensation of her own body getting out of control and her glistening pussy lips flutter erratically creating sloppy noises.

She squirts drenching the sheets underneath them and her panties.

He slides his arm under her arching back pushing her up against his chest with a jerk, "Daddy's askin' you somethin'." He grits, propping his knee in between her thighs to rub it against her soaking centre.

She gulps, licking her dry lips, "You–your rings … ah!" Her whimpers are muffled against his chest and he twists his thumb in tight circles to smear her wetness from her slit to clitoris, "What 'bout them, doll?"

How does she tell him she liked what he did earlier.

"Daddy, please … " She whines blindly searching for his face but he grips her wrists in his one hand and groans, "How's daddy gonna make you feel good when you don't tell him, pet?" He takes a kitten lick of her perky nipple. Teasing her areola with the tip of his cold tongue against her warm sweaty body —- he laps at it hungrily then creates a suckling noises, the noises, his slobbery tongue on her body, his fingers curled inside her pussy and the thick humidity is too overwhelming, she feels like fainting.

She wants him, inside her needy pussy.

She can't take the teasing anymore.

"Spanking! I – I liked it when you did it, please." He kisses her nipple for the last time before smashing his mouth against her's in a fervent sinfulness and parts away with a smooching noise to sit back on his heels, "It wasn't that hard was it? Just a word and I could give you my whole world." The sincerity in his voice makes her want to hug him and kiss him for lifetime but for now he has other plans as he rips her panties away moaning obscenely gruff at the sight of her pussy weeping for him to pound his cock inside her, so ready and full of dripping honeyed wetness for him.

"Your safe word is clouds." He whispers in her ear. He knows her limits and her resistance but by any chance he'd cross it he'd never forgive himself, "What's it?" He asks and she says in wavering, "Clouds."

"Atta girl." He pets her cheek.

Her nail scratches the side of his hands that are pinning her down when he spits on her already damp cunt, a loud noise resonates along with her needy cries when his free hand adorned in jewels came spanking her pussy and her pelvis remains lifted in air bathing in the sting of metal and the throb rattling in her whole core.

"This's what you wanted?" He kisses his teeth slapping her slick clit again and again, "To be roughed up by daddy, hmm." She bobs her head squirming and wriggling. Her words struck in her throat.

"To be manhandled." He hums a growlish moan tasting his own fingers coated in her juices, "I'll show you what being manhandled really feels like." He promises her. She gasps a sweet yelp when he flips her over and throws her bum up.

His cock rubbing against her thigh and her heartbeat fastens, anticipating something, crimping the sheets in her fists and mewls into the mattress when he spanks her ass loving the way it jiggles stroking it afterwards to subside the burn down before landing another brutal one.

She bolts her eyes shut throwing back her hips at him and he lays all the way over her back pushing her down on the bed, her cum trickling down the inside of her thigh, "Want daddy's cock?" He asks. Slicking the head of his prick up and down her asshole and slit.

When she nods vigorously he bumps it in furious circles against her swollen bundle of nerves, "Then beg fo' it," He says intimidatingly and she doesn't waste a second before blabbering shamelessly.

"Daddy … please I want your massive cock inside me, all of it." In her entire lifetime -- she never once uttered these kind of words.

His heart mushes into a puddle seeing her a babbling mess and grabby hands for him, he kisses her gently speaking to her with foremost affectionate, "shh, shh moppet. You could have it anytime you want it, daddy's g'na fill you to rim with his cum and make you keep it there for hours with his prick still snug inside your little pussy, just made for him, c'mere...yeah just like that." He lays her back gently that her front is facing him now and wraps his hand around her calve raising it and pushing it against her chest firmly.

A series of pornographic moans and whimpers echoes in his bedroom when he seathes inside her slowly stretching her out in by inch leaving a burn behind her pulsating walls, their breath laboured breaths mingling, "Fuck you're so warm baby —-- hugging daddy's cock so good." He whines looking down where they're connected and knotted. His stomach twists and turns, his hips stiffens and he resists from pushing inside her when she's not ready but her milking him with her wetness isn't doing him any mercy too.

She gropes his ass, nudging him to move and their teeths clanks, temples falls against eachother and lips whisper prayers of their unrequited love when he pulls all the way back to pound back inside her roughly.

"You're daddy's good girl, making him feel so good. I want to keep you to myself. all of you and cherish you, make love to you, w'na mark you however I want." He groans eyes rolling back under his closed lids grinding his hips against her's in rhythmic pleasuring motions to give her clit stimulations and she cries out feeling another bursting orgasm bubbling in her tummy.

"'M gonna cum, daddy!" She tugs at his roots and he drives more maniacly inside her, "Squirt around daddy's cock pet, so your pussy could swallow it deeper inside you." The headboard of bed hits against the wall vigorously and she digs her heels deeper into the dimples at his back moaning at the top of her lungs when she gushes all over his dick making more squelching, soapy, dirty noises of him raming inside her.

She desires for more.

She has become one little insatiable thing.

His balls smacks against her bum and his thursts turn faster to chase his high, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He curses nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and keeps his hand around his throat with the slight pressure of claimation.

"Come fo' me again." He spanks her ass and she clamps shut down at him pushing him to the edge of ecstasy, "Squeezing me so tight -- gimme more, I know you can princess." Her legs tremble around his waist when she crampies around him and his cock's head strokes against her sweet spot doing wonders to just topple her off real quick.

"Daddy!" She feels floaty and foggy head coming on his cock for the many times she has forgotten. Her mind blocking out even the weak shuddering whimpers and beaten moans of Harry as he reaches his orgasm unloading inside her -- his cum sticking thickly to her walls and some of it oozing outside of her pussy hole but he pumps it back with lazy strokes.

He lifts his smushed face from the dip of her neck, his own curls sweaty against the nape of his neck and he smoothes his palms down her sides to calm her, his lips brushing featherly against the corner of her mouth as she keeps on blabbering something.

When he tries to pull out gently she cries out pawing at his shoulders, "Daddy no!" He caresses her sweaty hair back and gets rid of her blindfold, pecking her nose sweetly.

He wants to take care of her. He yearned to have her like this for years. He has to bring her back from her sub-space before it's too late.

"It's no daddy anymore, petal. I'll crush you in this position — " Carefully he tries to retreat but stop when she says in a very dejected feeble voice, bottom lip wobbling and tears springing at the corners of her eyes, "You don't want me too?" OH NO. This's what Harry was afraid about. A breakdown. He saw the storm coming but didn't know it could be this worst right when she's in her sub-space.

His face pales at that. His state in frenzy and panic.

"No bubba. I want you my precious girl -- s'just you're gonna get tired like this, hmm. 'N I have so much to show you and make you meet new people -- couldn't have me baby walkin' on her wobbly legs for whole day could I?" He cups her cheeks tenderly and smiles down at her warmly smothering her in devoted kisses.

"Promise, daddy?" She sniffles staring up at him with doe innocent eyes and he shakes his head, "Harry sweet angel, come back to me moppet." He keeps his gaze locked with her's, gliding his thumb delicately against her cheeks and seals his promise with a kiss.

"Promise."

She lets him pull out and he shushes her wrecked whimpers with his lips. Falling to side with a large puff of breather and embraces her with his arm slinged around her shoulders protectively and she hides her face in his chest, mumbling incoherent things and he tries to stay with her emotionally and physically much as possible -- assuring her and soothing her with his sweet nothings.

"Harry." She whispers softly and his ears perks up at that looking down at her with most loving eyes, "Hi baby." He giggles quietly kissing the tip of her nose and she sniffs cuddling into him.

"Sorry —- " He shakes his head pinching her chin to make her look up.

"You don't have to darling -- s'okay, everything's alright." After, making sure she's okay and giving her million re-assurances because he loves to he cleaned her with a damp wash rag.

"Such a pretty babe." He makes her blush treating her as if she's a china glass doll who'd break at his slightest poke and showers her in praises and kisses because dunno who got her self-esteem and confidence like that but that person sure needs to get punched in their face.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks tenderly applying a thin layer of cream on her red imprints. She shakes her intervining her fingers into his's one by one and kisses his knuckle, "No."

"Good." He chuckles as if he was holding his breath.

"How bout you take a lil nap and I see if I could bring us some brekkie, hmm?" He's gonna break his own rule. Taking food from mess area to your rooms and taking long showers was never allowed, having lights on after 12 because of the risk of attacks.

"'M not hungry, please stay." Her eyes half open and her face buried into his scented pillow, "Dunno. But to me you look like y'could faint any time soon." He says sternly pulling a snugly clean duvet over her body.

"Okie but come back quick."

"Don't worry. In a snap I'll be infront of you."

It's her fourth day here. She came out of his room to socialize just a day before and she realized from the nasty glowers thrown her way that not a single person likes her.

But it felt like spending a lifespan with Harry. To fill the emptiness of all those moments of their childhood together they lost once after the war.

She got to know he's the best cuddler and likes to be a small spoon, she loves to jetpack him. He seems rather scary and is scary when he's commanding people off -- they wouldn't dare but to speak a word over him but he's this big softie Y/N likes to squish in their privacy.

He got her glasses fixed and put them over her nose with a mishevious kiss, she was unable to not to grin when he murmered against her lips, "Now you could punch me with your glasses on."

"Seems like I don't have to do that anymore." She shrugged squealing afterwards when he threw her over his shoulder tickling her till all she coul see was him and stars.

It was all going on track until now when she was passing through the lobby to go to Harry who's practicing out in field, "What are you doing here Alex?" She asks angrily grabbing his arm and he tells her feeling relieved she's okay, "I'm here to take you back."

"But they don't want me back." She grits, he catches her wrist pleading her sadly, "We want you back -- Nia waits for you daily." Nia is his five years daughter.

"I know that … but — " How she's gonna tell him she's in love with one person they despise with their whole hearts.

"But what — "

"Alex!!" He was in the midst when she sees a bullet approaching his way from the side of his shoulder and screeches loudly pushing him aside, the bullet makes it's home in her chest.

It was fired from Harry's gun with his own hands that were loving on her an hour ago. Life drains out of his body and he feels sickness approaching to split his throat, knees turning weak as he stares his shaking hand in horror.

Before, he could do anything another bullet hits Y/N in shoulder knocking her to floor and this time it was one of his people, the shot was fired on instinct.

"Put your gun down!!" He shouts at him shoving him away with a single forceful push and strides towards where the love of his life's laying in a pool of blood.

He pulls his hair maniacly, falling to his knees and pulls her up in his lap cradling her head gently to press his lips against her forehead, "No,no,no,no baby." He sobs wiping his tears away harshly to see her properly.

"Ouch. It actually hurts." She gives him a frail smile raising her shaky hand to cup his cheek.

Will it hurt?

You'll get to know after taking one.

He wishes he could takes his words back.

"You'll be fine, you're okay, 'm so so sorry moppet. Didn't-- didn't know y'were standing behind him, bu –-- but s'...s'okay yeah —-- call the doctor!! Why nobody has called him yet!!!" His scream thunders aggressively as everyone watches their commander this defenceless and vulnerable infront of them for the first time in shock.

"It's not your fault, okay?" She manages to speak groaning and eyes rolling back from pain residing in her bones torturesly, he cries out like a wounded puppy patting her cheek to keep her awake, "Please stay with me baby, please." Her chest tightens. His chest tightens from the fear of loosing her and he stands up carrying her bridal style tumbling his way on wobbly legs towards the medical ward in the building.

His tears shiny droplets on her skin and she nuzzles into his fragrance for the last time.

"There was no happy ending to this," She murmurs. Any, sign of life fading from inside her and replacing her eyes with stoness.

He brings her closer to himself, "hey, hey now none of that -- you're not leaving. 'M not letting you leave." He kicks open the door and lays her limp body on the stretcher. Snapping his head outrageously in every direction to find any doctor but none and drags his palms down his teary face.

He couldn't stop crying.

He's loosing the sunlight of his bleak life he must protect her at all costs.

But, life's prize is something that would have him selling all of what he had worked for and still he'd be unable to even bring her back from cold dark earth.

"Shit. Shit ---– I'll patch you up myself. I know how to take a bullet out — " He creates a ruckus around to collect stuff, "Harry! Harry! listen to me." but her hollow anguish calls for him breaks him at last.

"How about you spend these last few minutes with me because 'm really 'bout to die commander." She tries to keep her anxious voice cheery but fails drastically coughing blood, "Don't say that baby -- I just got you, don't leave me, don't make me hate myself again." Sad tears trickles down her cheeks and he feels like fainting imagining the pain, agony and fear she's suffering from.

She's hating to leave him.

"Maybe in afterlife, we could have a nice homely house, long warm baths and two smol kittens —- and oh I forgive you for kidnapping my cat." She admires him for the last time wiping his tears away and tries to lift his head that's lowered into shame.

She's so fond of him at the moment.

She gulps, trying to gasp for oxygen feeling her heartbeat drop to zero, pleading him, "Tell me you love me before I go." His bloodshot eyes snap to her's and his chest heaves ruggedly with heartbreaking sobs -- his words full of sorrow tasting the bitterness of goodbye on her lips streaking away the blood on her mouth.

"I love you so much, baby. Never stopped. Never will." She cries at last kissing him back with all the blood she has left pumping to her heart and tries to exchange the words but it was too late before she lost it all -- cold in his loving embrace.

"Stay…." He begs praying like he did never before.

"Y/N!!" He screams trying to shake her alive and hugs his angel to himself with mournful wails.

Everyone standing outside the room knows that they'll never see this Harry again.

#harry styles smut #harry styles #harry styles one shots #harry styles dirty imagines #harry smut #You guys are gonna hate me for this #i cried too #pls fetch some tissue before reading

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katsukis-sad-angel · 4 years

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Oboro Shirakumo as a Boyfriend

Pairing: Oboro Shirakumo x F!Reader

Summary: the title of this here post

Warnings: angst :((, fluff, happiness, Shirakumo being best boi

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Soft. Just soft

Oboro Shirakumo might be dead, but he is alive in my heart and his memories live on in Aizawa and Hizashi

These HC’s will be written as though he is still alive

On that note, let’s begin

Oboro is quiet and fidgety around you before he confesses. He’s so confused! On every other occasion, he knows just what to say and how to say it. But whenever you’re nearby, his throat dries up and he’s blushing too much too even look at you. Oboro is just so ready to burst with his affections and tell you how much you mean to him

He talks about you all the time to Yamada, Aizawa, and Kayama

Kayama easily squeezed your true feelings for Oboro out of you and nearly ran to the cloudy boi who was snickering at one Yamada’s jokes

She grabbed him by the back of his shirt and yanked him over to where you were sitting, hands covering your flushed face

“Now speak!” Nemuri Kayama forced your long-time crush into a chair very very close to you, “I want to hear both of you love birds confessing and date plans! Get a move on! I’m listening!!!”

Oboro coughed, carding pale fingers through his mop of cloudy blue hair. “Y… Y/N? I… um… Can I t-tell you something?”

“O-Of course Shirakumo.”

“If you couldn’t tell, I like you… a-a lot.”

“I like you too Shirakumo. Like, as more… more than just a friend. I never had the guts to tell you and Nemuri will be mad if I didn’t tell you, s-so…”

“You do?”

“M-hm.” You bit the inside of your lip and fisted the hem of your pleated skirt, not knowing what to say next.

“Do you wanna go out with me?” He asked, his mischievous, sweet smile lighting up his face.

A shaky smile of your own accompanied by the flush of your cheeks made Oboro fall in love with you all over again when you lifted your head and nodded happily.

You were shaking, but it definitely wasn’t from fear. Excitement and pure happiness were the only possible ways to describe your mental state right then.

He’s such an uplifting 😉😉 and happy boyfriend, running toward you in the halls only to pick you up and spin you around

He can do that

Oboro Shirakumo is huge

Your six-foot-one-inch big spoon

Oboro’s favorite thing to do is to sit against the headboard and pull you between his legs, crossing his arms over your tummy while you slouch against his muscular chest

Uses clouds to comfort you when you’re unhappy

Cloud forts - pillow fort upgrade

Cloud pillow fights - pillow fight upgrade, plus they’re super fun when Yamada, Aizawa, and Kayama join in

You help him with homework because he’s kinda dumb

A firm believer in “Kisses make everything better”

He is a bad liar and physically can’t lie to you

“Did you eat my hummus Oboro?”

“Ummmmm no?”

*eyebrow raise*

“aaAA fine! I’m sorry! It looked really yummy so I ate it! Forgive me Y/N!”

He eats sushi (and other chopstick foods) with either a fork or his bare hands

Runs into walls and doors and windows because he wasn’t paying attention (nose bandage theory number 19834)

A family man. Your mom, your dad, and all of your sibs (if any) can’t help but love Oboro because first of all, he’s super hot, and secondly, he’s so impossibly friendly and sweet

Big on PDA - Does your cheek look like it needs a kiss? Done. He will lean down (cuz he’s effing huge) and kiss you to make you giggle

Tickle fights to the death

If he sees kids HOOO BOY

“Babe, do you think we could make some of these little nuggets someday? Look how cute and fun they are! They’re so adorable too! Can we make one? Pleeeeeeeeeeease?!?”

“Oboro, I’m (age). We’re too young to have kids.”

“I know that. Come on I’m not that dumb.” He pouts, squeezing your hand, “Just one day, I want a little baby and I wanna have one with you.”

That irresistibly sweet grin of his melts your heart and you squeeze his hand back, “Are you proposing Oboro?”

Are you going somewhere and your feet get tired? (Walking home from a date, going home from the mall, etc) Oboro is the king of shoulder rides, lifting you up with ease and letting your plush thighs settle around his head

The best at giving hugs and making you feel better

Worships the ground you walk on

Carries your books from class to class on a little cloud whether you like it or not

Probably has a few glitter pens in his pencil pouch

His cheeks are so soft and squishy → so when Oboro is being his dumb self, you pull on them

Likes pigeons because they’re dumb and cute like him

Human: *walks toward a pigeon*

Pigeon: *walks away and the same speed if not less*

Human: *walks faster with hands out*

Pigeon: Oh LeT mE jUsT wALk FaStEr *waddles*

OboroPigeon: OOOOOH IT’S A HOOMAN *peck* *peck* HOOMAN HOOMAN WHEEEEEEE

Don’t ask

Nose kisses

Absolutely no boundaries → Oboro will flop into your lap and grin at you until you sigh and pet his hair, wrap his arms around your torso and rest his head on yours, grab your hand for no reason in the hallways

Falls asleep on top of you rather than next to you and you always get some of his fluffy, sweet-smelling hair in your mouth

Sings in the shower

Ambidextrous and can write with both hands at once

Oboro was the type of person to go the extra mile when someone or something needed help. You were one lucky gal.

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The Woman who fell in Love with the Stars - Chapter 3 - The Woman who fell in Love with the Stars

Chapters: [1] [2] 3 [4] [5]

Sneak Peek:

“Mama! Mama! Tell me the tale of the man who fell in love with the stars!”

“Again, darling? I told you that one last night,” your mother was looking through the small bookshelf beside your bed, looking for a story to send you to sleep with.

“And the night before that, and the night before that,” you sarcastically stated for a child of three, “And I want to listen to it again tonight!”

Your mother sighed. It would be of little use to argue. “Fine. but—” your mother had a stern look on her features that didn’t reflect in eyes that shone with mirth, “—I get to choose the story tomorrow. Deal?”

“Deal!” you squealed excitedly, hiding your crossed fingers beneath the covers.

The older woman chuckled, “Okay then. Where shall we start?”

“At the beginning!” you gasped, the prospect of starting anywhere else nothing short of a heinous crime.

“All right, all right,” your mother ran her fingers over your hair, “At the beginning.”

A/n: Thank you so much for your patience! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

You dashed excitedly through the TARDIS, eyes lit up as you opened the doors down an endless tunnel of rooms. You had found all sorts of odd rooms, ranging from closets to the library (which you made a mental note of) to the swimming pool. You even managed to find a room that solely held one of those machines that made those big, squishy pretzels (you definitely made a mental note of that one as well).

You left the newfound room, warm pretzel in hand, walking lightly down the corridor. You stopped at a set of double doors, very similar to the rest, yet something seemed to tug you towards it. You rested your hand flat against the smooth material.

You inhaled, sticking the pretzel in your mouth, and placed your other hand on the second door. Internally you counted to three, pushing the doors open.

It was dark.

You squinted.

That did not help.

You stepped forward into the room, eyes straining to make out any sort of shapes. Your tongue clicked as there was a lack of furniture—or anything really—in the room, save for a ledge that looked like it led down into an amphitheater. One of your eyebrows quirked up. Drawing the best conclusion you could come to, you looked up to the ceiling.

You gasped, pretzel dropping from your mouth. Your eyes went wide as you juggled the squishy bread before managing to properly catch it in your hands, a sigh of relief brushing past your lips. You glanced back up at the ceiling of the room.

Stars.

The ceiling was covered in stars.

As your gaze was glued to the uncanny resemblance to the speckled night sky, the Doctor was strolling through the halls—the humans on the TARDIS were busy exploring the ship. She stopped beside the open double doors of the room you were entranced by, looking in to see your eyes wide in wonder. A soft chuckle, just beneath her breath, rumbled out of the Time Lord’s chest.

Humans were fascinated so easily.

With a wide smile on her lips, the Doctor approached you from behind.

“Enjoying yourself?”

You jumped in surprise.

The Doctor’s voice was so close to your ear.

A hearty laugh erupted from the Doctor’s breast, “Sorry, sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You looked over your shoulder sheepishly, “It’s okay. I should’ve been paying more attention.”

The Doctor’s smile softened, eyes glittering, “Want me to show you how it works?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded furiously, “Please!”

The Doctor picked up a small box, about the size of a decent hardcover novel, by the entrance of the room and walked back to sit on a ledge that went down into the theater. She patted the surface next to her, motioning for you to sit beside her.

You hurriedly plopped down, eager to see how the contraption worked.

“So here,” the Doctor held up the box, full of dials, switches, and a keypad upon closer inspection, “you can control where you’re viewing from, yeah?”

The Time Lord proceeded to turn the dials and the sky shifted. All the stars stayed the same, but they began to move across their dark curtain—as if you were moving amongst them.

A soft sound of appreciation left your lips.

As the Doctor continued to explain how the device worked, you found your eyes being drawn to the profile of the woman’s face. Her blonde locks fell softly against her skin.

Your cheeks flushed and you turned to look back up at the lights decorating the planetarium.

The Doctor was excitedly pointing out constellations and stars to you. Nothing was familiar about them, but that had more to do with the settings being over three hundred light-years away and nearly five thousand years in your future.

You hesitated, biting your lip. You decided to take a leap of courage. You slowly leaned your head on the Doctor’s shoulder.

The alien tensed briefly before quickly relaxing against your touch. She leaned slightly against you as well, moving closer under the pretense of pointing out the stars.

Riiiing! Riiiing! Riiiing!

You bolted up from your bed, breathing harshly and sweating profusely. Once you gathered your bearings, you groaned and placed your head in your hands.

A dream. It was just a dream.

A shaky breath left your lips.

Of course.

—————

“What’re you doin’ ‘ere?” You rubbed your eyes with the heel of your hand, yanking the door open.

“Good morning to you, too.” Yaz held up a paper bag in one hand and a small drink carrier with two cups inside, “I got you breakfast.”

You blinked.

You lifted your wrist, checking the time. “It’s, like, seven in the morning.”

She lifted the items slightly again, “Breakfast.”

“It’s the weekend.”

“I got your favorite?”

Yaz rolled her eyes, passing you as she walked through the door as you stepped to the side. You locked the door behind her, yawning and bleary-eyed.

“Isn’t today your day off?”

“Yeah.”

You eyed Yaz suspiciously as you followed her to the dining table. “Then why are you here so early in the morning?”

She shrugged, “Can’t I come to visit my best friend?”

“You hate waking up early in the morning.”

“Not as much as you, apparently.”

You snorted, plopping yourself in your chair. “What’s the occasion?”

Yaz bit her lip, eyes glanced at your form before quickly flitting away. “Just thought it’d be nice. No special occasion.”

You squinted, your mind still trying to kick itself awake.

“I wanted to spend more time with you.” Yaz’s eyes refused to maintain a connection with your own. “I wanted to see you.”

Your nose scrunched in confusion, “We practically see each other every day.”

Yaz pulled out a small white paper bag from the larger brown one, shoving it in front of your nose. The scent of your favorite pastry filled your nostrils.

“Just eat.”

You were quickly distracted, eagerly pulling out the warm bread. You bit into the flaky dough, a low moan of delight leaving your throat as it seemed to melt in your mouth.

“You remembered my favorite!” You smiled brightly through a mouthful of delicious pastry.

Yaz’s gaze was still averted. “Of course I would.”

There seemed to be additional words that were left unsaid, the sentence left hanging.

You happily went back to munching on the pastry.

You swallowed the large bite you had just taken, “You can only get these on the other side of town. Only that Asian bakery that’s always completely packed sells them.”

Yaz hummed in acknowledgment.

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, “You didn’t have to wake up early to get this for me—of course, I appreciate it!—but you practically have to get there when they open to get the best ones.”

Yaz nodded half-heartedly, eyes still pointed out the window. “It’s no big deal.”

“Yaz.”

“For you, it’s okay.”

You hesitated, not sure how to respond. “Thank you.”

A light hue of pink rose in Yasmin’s cheeks.

“Of course.”

You continued nibbling on your breakfast, chewing slowly.

“You don’t need to worry so much, you know. I’m doing a lot better than when it all started.”

Yaz shook her head, “That’s not why I’m doing this.”

You cocked your head in confusion.

“I’m not visiting you like this just because of the Doctor. This isn’t out of pity.” Yaz bit her lip, “I really did just want to see you.”

Your gaze was soft, ”I know. Thank you, Yaz. Really”

Yaz nodded and sipped her drink.

“Have any plans set up?”

“Not much to report, I’m afraid. And the way you monopolize my time, you’d be the first to know.” Your eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Anything new, then?”

You sighed, shaking your head.

“I did want to check-in, though. Anything new with the Doctor?”

Your nose scrunched.

Yazmin’s eyebrows raised, “What was it?”

You chuckled dryly, “Which stage of grief does having dreams about the woman you’re still in love with that rejected you fall under?”

Yasmin paused.

You fiddled with your cup.

“I think,” Yaz started, “that you may need to expand a bit on that.”

You sighed.

“I’ve been having,” you gestured vaguely with your hand, “dreams where the Doctor pops up.”

Yaz gave you a side-eye.

“Is this something that’s actually safe to share?”

“What?” Your face scrunched in confusion, “Why wouldn’t it be...” Your eyebrows shot up, eyes wide, “Oh! No, no, no, no, no! Not like that!” Your face quickly flushed crimson, hands waving the thought away wildly. “Just random things. Like memories from on the TARDIS.”

Yasmin sighed, resting her cheek in her palm, elbow supported on the wooden table, “You still love her, huh?” Yaz’s tone was quiet and slightly deflated.

You nod.

“I don’t think that they will go away soon.” Yaz’s eyes shifted towards the window, “I mean, how many months have you had a crush on—” Yaz swallowed, “loved her.”

You squirmed in your seat.

Yaz sighed, “Look, my point is that since you’ve had these feelings for a while they aren’t likely to resolve overnight. You’re going to continue thinking about her for a bit. It’s not like you can just forget about her after everything that happened.”

You nodded.

It was hard to forget about the stars.

“I’m always available if you want to talk, but please don’t bottle this up. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

You smiled weakly.

“Thanks, Yaz.”

Her lips pulled up slightly, “Always.”

—————

“Mama! Mama! Tell me the tale of the man who fell in love with the stars!”

“Again, darling? I told you that one last night,” your mother was looking through the small bookshelf beside your bed, looking for a story to send you to sleep with.

“And the night before that, and the night before that,” you sarcastically stated for a child of three, “And I want to listen to it again tonight!”

“Deal!” you squealed excitedly, hiding your crossed fingers beneath the covers.

The older woman chuckled, “Okay then. Where shall we start?”

“At the beginning!” you gasped, the prospect of starting anywhere else nothing short of a heinous crime.

“All right, all right,” your mother ran her fingers over your hair, “At the beginning.”

Your mother pushed the book in her hand back onto the shelf—the story not being one told through pages. It had been passed down for generations: ‘the man who fell in love with the stars.’

Your mother sat on the edge of your bed, “Ready?”

You nodded.

“Of all the stories of broken-hearted lovers, none was ever quite as tragic as the man who fell in love with the stars.”

You settled further into the covers.

“It all started one night the man was walking back to his house from the river. He had spent the entire day fishing underneath the hot sun. He always left the river before dusk, not wanting to walk through the forest at night.

“But this day he did not. He had not caught anything all day and stayed at the river longer in hopes of catching something to eat. The man had little luck, only managing to catch a small trout. Eventually, the man decided to pack up and start his journey home. The sun had begun to set, purples and reds painting the sky.”

You listened intently, small hands gripping your blankets in anticipation. Your mother's hands were expressive in their storytelling, helping to illustrate the scene in your mind.

On the man’s long trudge home the sky had turned dark. The man had walked with his head down to the road, not wanting to fall prey to anything in the forest. As the man neared his cabin, he looked up in relief. In his eyes glanced up and the man froze. He took in the sky and he was in awe—starstruck.

The stars were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The man quickly ran inside to put down his fishing equipment, running back out to gaze at the sky. He stayed out all night, watching the stars on their journey through the sky.

Once the sun began to peek over the horizon the stars had fled, so the man went back inside to go to sleep. That day, the man goes out fishing again, this time full of anticipation. He eagerly awaits the night, wishing to see the beauty of the stars once again. The man stayed out once more, watching the stars traverse the black canvas.

The man went to bed late again, spending the entire night watching the stars. This continued for days and days. The man kept on watching the stars, falling deeper and deeper in love with them. He watched them shine brilliantly, and was perturbed when they were blocked from view, often by the moon’s jealous light.

One day the man confessed his love to the stars, pronouncing his everlasting admiration to the heavens.

The heavens did not respond.

The next night a layer of clouds blocked the night sky from view. The man wept, thinking the sky did not return his affections.

Not to be deterred, the man once again professed his love to the stars. And once again, the stars did not answer. The man continued to howl declarations of eternal love into the night sky, hoping the stars would change their mind.

Nearly a week passed and the clouds still covered the sky.

The man could no longer take not being able to see the stars. He ran outside, falling to his knees on the ground. He shouted apologies to the sky, that he wouldn’t burden the stars with his feelings as long as he could continue to see them.

Even if the stars weren’t for him to love selfishly, he did not want the stars to stay hidden, their beauty to brilliant to be squandered because of his selfish love.

The next night the clouds had disappeared, stars glowing brilliantly in the sky.

The man looked sorrowfully up to the stars hanging above. Even if he could never declare his love again, or even hear their response, it was far better to be able to watch the stars from afar.

The man went back to his day as he used to, waking up early, go to the river to fish, then go home. But every once and again, he would stay out just a little later than usual, just long enough to get a glimpse of the stars.

Your mother tucked you into bed as you yawned. “There, now it’s time to go to sleep.” She leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Mama?” You asked, half asleep.

“Yes, darling?”

“What if the stars did love him but they couldn’t tell him?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if he was looking at the wrong stars? There are like a bajillion stars in the sky. What if he was looking at the wrong ones?” You waved your short arms in an exaggerated motion.

The older woman paused thoughtfully, “I suppose that could have happened. But it’s time for sleep now, love.”

You woke up, groggily rubbing at your eyes.

You stumbled out of bed, eventually making your way into the kitchen to boil a kettle for tea. You rubbed mindlessly at your arm, thoughts half on your dream.

It had been quite a while since you had dreams of your childhood. It had been a while since you heard that story, it was your favorite one as a child. You had nearly forgotten it.

‘The man who fell in love with the stars,’ you mused, blowing on your hot mug of tea.

How fitting.

—————

“Another dream?”

You nodded once. You were sitting in your kitchen across from Yaz, each of you sipping a cup of tea.

“This one safe?” Yaz did a poor job of hiding her smirk behind her cup.

You rolled your eyes in faux exasperation.

Yasmin laughed.

“This one wasn’t about the—” you caught yourself, “her.”

You had been avoiding mentioning her by name. It rubbed you the wrong way and you had no idea why. It probably had to due with that somewhere in your brain, you were still denying what had happened. Still hoping that she was going to take you back.

Yaz hesitated with your words, sitting up in curiosity, “Oh? What was it about then?”

“You remember that story—the one I was obsessed with when we were little?” Your eyes nose scrunched slightly, wondering if Yaz would even remember something so insignificant from your childhood. “‘The man who fell in love with the stars’ I think it was called.”

Yasmin’s eyes lit up, recognition glinting in her chocolate irises, “Oh, yeah. I remember in primary that was your favorite story. You told me about that.” A grin pasted itself to Yaz’s lips, “You were always eager to talk about it—a man that falls in love with the stars. Our teacher was definitely thrown off when she asked what your favorite story was.”

You laughed.

“She was probably expecting some sort of fairytale, like Snow White or Cinderella.” Yaz batted her eyelids, making light mockery of how as a child you would always criticize classic fairytale princesses.

You snickered into your cup, “Little did she know she got the one child that was obsessed with Greek mythology and depressing stories.”

“The only versions of fairy tales you were interested in were the ones the brothers Grimm got a hold of first.” Yaz’s grin was wide across her face.

You rolled your eyes, “I wasn’t that bad. It’s just that they were too unrealistic.”

Yaz raised an eyebrow, “And a man on a mountain throwing lightning bolts isn’t?”

“I mean, at least they had personality. In princess stories, they just sat there until they were finally rescued. Nobody in those stories had any personality aside from the villains—who were just cartoonishly evil—least of all Mr. Prince Charming.” You shrugged.

Yaz snorted. “You aren’t wrong.”

You hummed softly into your cup, “If I had to choose anybody now that she was expecting, Aesop would have been my favorite.”

“Because there’s a point to the story?”

“Pretty much.”

There was a calm silence between the two of you.

“Was there something to that story you liked? Some sort of point?” Yaz leaned against the table.

A sigh deflated your chest, “Then? I think when I was a child I found the man’s love fascinating. Now I think it was a cautionary tale—or maybe just a flat out warning. Rather ironic.”

Yaz nodded, “To you, she’s the stars.”

You bit your lip.

She smiled softly, but there was something sad reflected back in her eyes, “You always loved the stars, and I think you were always going to fall for her. I mean, she literally fell from them after all.”

You sighed once again, leaning against the back of your chair, “I think part of it was that, even though I loved the stars as a child, I couldn't fathom actually declaring your love to them.” A humorless chuckle slipped past your lips.

“Then why were you so passionate about it? There must have been something. You always seemed optimistic when you talked about it even though it was a sad story.”

”I thought he was confessing his love to the wrong stars.”

Yasmin’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I think my argument was that since the sky was filled with stars, then he was confessing to the wrong ones. I thought that it was possible there was a star he wasn’t looking at that could have fallen for him.”

“A falling star?”

You paused.

“What?”

“A star that would fall to earth to be with the man?” Yaz’s voice was somehow distant, like she was pulling something from a part of her mind she had buried, “By that logic, the man could never be one with the stars since he couldn’t rise to the heavens, so the stars would have to go to him.”

Your breath caught in your throat briefly before you managed to swallow thickly, “I suppose that must have been it,” you stated softly, eyes on Yaz filled with wondrous awe, “Where did you come up with that?”

Yaz seemed to snap back to the present entirely, a soft blush rising on her cheeks, “Ah, well maybe I thought about it a little bit.”

You quirked your head in confusion, “Why?”

Yaz shook her head.

“No, I really want to know.” Your eyes flicked across Yasmin’s face, searching, “Honestly, I was surprised you remembered something so small. I thought everybody else had forgotten about it.”

Yaz deflated, giving in, “You were always so eager about the story, I wanted to understand it more.”

“But why?” You continued to push.

“You were my best friend. I thought that was the best way to get closer to you.”

Yaz’s eyes were averted, refusing to connect with yours. There was obviously something she was unwilling to tell you and you decided not to push it. She would tell you if it was important in her own time.

You had to remind yourself that Yaz wasn’t going to go anywhere. Yaz wasn’t going to disappear. Yaz wouldn’t do that.

Yaz had promised.

—————

Fascination swam in your eyes as you gazed at the nebula in awe. You supported yourself against the door frame of the TARDIS, eyes roaming the swirling shapes of gas.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

You jumped slightly as your head whipped around. Completely entranced by the sight, you did not notice the approaching footsteps that stopped short of your form. You caught sight of the Doctor standing right behind you.

“Yes.” You responded softly, turning back to the nebula.

You couldn’t believe you spent most of your life wishing to see the Orion Nebula in all its glory, and now, here you were, standing right in front of the fantastical swirl and folds of gas.

You didn’t need a telescope, you didn’t need the pictures off of NASA’s website, and you didn’t need to gaze longingly at the posters plastered to the walls of your room.

You sighed contently.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you want to see the Orion Nebula?”

You chuckled, “I suppose I’ve been obsessed with it for what feels like forever.”

The Doctor’s head quirked to the side, urging you to continue.

“I guess it’s falling in love with something unattainable. There’s a certain pull to chase something you know you can never reach.” You turn to her, “Like falling in love with someone you know will never return your feelings, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to get over them.”

The Doctor nodded.

You turned back to the colourful display of gasses, “The idea of falling in love with a star,” you bit your lip, mind spinning through the best way to articulate your thoughts, “Even if you know you can never have them, it’s still alluring.”

Your eyes are drawn to the twisting shapes made of red and green and blue.

“Then what about now?”

You tear your eyes away, brows furrowed in question, “What do you mean?”

“Are you still in love with the stars even though you can reach them now? Do you not find them boring?”

You shook your head, your gaze soft, laid back on the stars, “I think even just being able to touch them would never be enough to stop my love for them. They are so vast and forever changing. I don’t think I could ever fall out of love with the stars. They could never bore me.”

“Then what about me?”

Your eyebrows shot up, eyes wide as your head snapped up to look at the Time Lord.

The Doctor realized the implication of her word choice and quickly backpedaled.

“I just meant, if I took you to see all the stars in the sky. Would you never get bored? Would you ever get bored of me?”

Would you stay by my side?

You looked up to the Doctor. She was facing you, her eyes focused intently on your face. You scanned her profile. The lights of the nebula danced across her skin, colours lit up the side of her face. You felt your breath hitch.

The alien’s chain earring glinted, reflecting the light of the stars.

It wasn’t as if you had never noticed her before. It was much more that you were obsessed with the stars that nothing made it past your filter other than that. Your focus on the stars so intent that your brain had pushed all fancies for anything else aside.

With your breath caught in your throat, your mind let the Doctor in. Only the stars made it past your eyes, but—

Oh.

This woman was the stars.

And you were always in love with the stars.

You shot out of bed, chest heaving, eyes alert. You felt a droplet trickle down your neck. You wiped at your skin with a hand. Sweat clung to your palm. You glanced at the clock at your bedside; it was four sixteen in the morning. You groaned before falling back onto your pillow.

Your eyes felt watery. You blamed your lack of sleep.

Tossing and turning, you eventually fell back into a fitful slumber.

You couldn’t help your dreams of the stars.

And for the first time, you wished they would stop.

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#doctor who #Doctor Who fanfic #Thirteenth Doctor #thirteenth doctor x reader #13th Doctor #Yasmin Khan #romance #reader insert #angst #pining #the woman who fell in love with the stars #yaz khan #yaz is an amazing character #I can't get enough of her #and maybe one day I shall show the reader some mercy

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oneofiv · 4 years

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Such a dirty, filthy word...GRIEF!

I am no expert but by life's infinite graces I am quite familiar with grief and the variety of coping mechanisms that come along with it. Welcome to my Ted Talk. Ok, serious face. I have been on this planet for a little over 33 years and in that time frame I have lost not one, but both parents and most recently and easily most gut wrenching my little sister Devin. If you are uncomfortable with dark humor and the concept of complete black hole sadness, I'd say turn around right now but really you should stay. Because these two things are eventually unavoidable. So buckle up babies!

Dad: 15 years old, stubborn, insecure, massive chip on the shoulder

Losing my dad was tough, for many reasons. He was the first. Uncharted territory. How does one go about living in a world where one minute you had two parents and the next you're down to one? Well more like half of one. Mom wasn't doing so swell back in 2001. She had a lot of demons (too many to go into in the post but trust me we'll get there one day). So now, I am the oldest sibling of a one parent household. Dad was the navigator, he was the one who knew the next step. I think this was the first time I felt completely and utterly helpless. I remember I was having a good day on September 27, 2001. My friend Brett and I went to the mall, I'm pretty sure I bought a purse from American Eagle. Back at home, sprawled out on my bed attempting to start some homework, the phone rang. It was my Dad's mom. You ever know something is wrong before given any actual reasoning? That's happened to me twice in my life. Once, 3 years earlier and this day. I knew he was gone. My grandma Alice asked to speak to my other grandma Carol (whom we lived with). She said nothing other than "Hi sweetie, can I talk to grandma Carol?" Thinking back on it there was no real shift in her tone of voice, maybe subtly but not enough to send red flags waving around in my mind. When it was finally said out loud that he was gone, I embraced the laminate flooring beneath me. An ungodly wail escaped my mouth. I became one with my siblings as a ball of overwhelming grief. A son without his idol, two daughters who wondered who would walk them down the aisle now? With that quick call the life that we had known was gone. He was gone.

Mom: 25 years old, still stubborn, still insecure, working on that chip, in a super unhealthy relationship

We use to joke about how it would come down to the apocalypse and all that would remain would be the cockroaches, Twinkies and my mama. She had done so much damage to herself in her short lifetime that it was baffling how she made it as long as she did. But despite all of that it was still absolutely shocking when she really died. I was living 900 miles away from my family in Myrtle Beach when I got the call from my sister. My knees gave out, my ears starting to ring. I now have no parents. How does that happen? How do some people have both and I get none? Selfish, irrational thoughts like that one would soon consume my mind. In chaos we booked a flight back to New York but it wasn't for 24 hours. We can drive there quicker than that. We ended up using the credit for the flight back for the official goodbye a few weeks later. Guilt. Crippling, soul crushing, guilt. Could I have changed the outcome by being kinder to her? Were my siblings right? My tough love approach was falling on deaf ears? I didn't tell her I loved her the last time I saw her. In fact, I'm pretty sure I just scoffed at her. A month earlier we celebrated Christmas. In the week I was back home she never emerged from her room. Or if she did, I wasn't around to see it. I hugged my siblings, cracked some jokes and packed up the car to escape back down to the warmth. Halfway down the block, "SUSIE", my most prized possession was back in my childhood room, we turned around. And there she was, making her way down the stairs like the living dead. Ghostly pale, disheveled, with the saddest eyes I've ever known. A common site, unfortunately. No words were exchanged. A sarcastic breathe of air was my greeting. I will have to live with this. Realistically, I think my mom knew how much I loved her. She had to. I spent the better part of 15 years begging her to come back to us. If that didn't scream love, what did? Maybe actually telling her "I love you"? I do Mom. More than words were ever able to express in your lifetime. I hope I am like you when I have kids of my own. Seriously! Minus the obvious issues, I would be disgustingly lucky to be a fraction of the mother you were. I wish you knew.

Devin: 29 years old, not so stubborn, still insecure, chip is long gone, freshly laid off

...I don't want to write about this. I've never had a problem sharing my grief about my parents but Devin is different. Its still so new. Its never been believable to me. Plus to be actually honest about this one I would have to divulged some things that I would rather keep close to the chest. Because Devin doesn't deserve to be remember any other way than as the wildly funny, intimidatingly gorgeous, absolute lunatic that she was. All you need to know is that my little sister died 5 days after her 28th birthday. I was the last one to see her. She was wearing a "Finding Gerald" shirt (i.e. Finding Dory) and the last thing I said to her, as I touched her back, was "I love you Dev". This grief. This is the monster you hear about. The one that takes down others. The one that is so easy to get lost in. The one that makes you wonder if you should follow and leave too. When I think about her not being here my initial reaction is sadness, obviously. But that is shortly followed by a cocktail of guilt, anger, resentment, self loathing, loathing in general, bafflement, you name it. And its that cocktail that gets stuck as a lump in my throat. I can't swallow it. I can't allow myself to move past those feelings. I can shake off the sadness but not these. I am conditioned to sadness. These were new. I would, and I mean this with every single inch of me, trade places with her if I could. The world deserves Devin but more importantly Devin deserved the world.

When my Dad died I coped like most teenagers would. I hated my mom, my littlest brother was the bane of my existence, I discovered self harm (eventually to be replace with the more socially acceptable tattoos and piercings) and I fell in love with a boy. With Mom, as I was older and "wiser" I coped with booze and drugs and sex. The holy trinity! After Devin, I ate. A lot. I went from a squishy size 12 to a robust size 20. My interest in guys was minimal, I assume a side effect of my new padding. I like to think that I have covered the spread on ways to cope after losing a loved one. But the reality is I could have done so much more damage if wanted to. I could have become #4 on the Sheppard Family Tree of Death. Which, I have dibs on by the way. I refuse to outlive anyone else! Call me selfish but I am done losing people. I am feverishly knocking on all wood surfaces right now. I think another one would break me. And for good. I often wonder how it hasn't already. Am I stronger than I think I am? Or in a weird way does my inability to follow through with things also effect this aspect of my life? ← If you are curious what dark humor looks like, this would be a prime example. In other words, I am not suicidal, just super fucked up!

People have asked me how I do it, I assume they mean live with so many people absent. The only thing I have to say to that is, Quinn. The littlest of the Sheppard's, a full grown adult man now, but forever my chicken nugget. You think its been rough for me? Quinn was 5 when Dad died, 15 when Mom left and 19 when he lost his best friend. All of that before he could remove the "teen" from his age. If he can keep his head up and walk this earth without a massive grudge then fuck it so can I! This is a constant theme in our lives, perspective. No matter how bad its been, it could always be worse. The hardest day of our lives could be a cakewalk for someone else. This doesn't mean we're not entitled to grieve the way that we do but it also doesn't excuse us for being bad people. I refuse to let the loss of my family members allow me to treat others in a negative fashion.

I will probably come back to this topic time and time again but for now this is it.

#grief #loss of loved ones #mom died #dad die #sister died #loss of parents #loss of a sibling #coping mechanisms #coping #survivors guilt #subsance abuse #alcholism #cancer

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lordofthebigtimesupernatural · 7 years

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(Single Dad Shiro AU) Okay hear me out but don't you think Keith would at least want to invite his biological mother to his wedding? How do you think that would go?

Hello! This was a great prompt and I sort of got carried away with it so I hope you don’t mind but extra angsty for you! This was similar to a prompt that I got on AO3 about if Keith would try to meet or contact his mom again and how it would go, so here you all go! I purposely did not give Keith’s fiance a name so you all can imagine it who you want. Klance is not cannon for this AU, as are no set pairings but imagine it how you want. But he is beautiful and perfect for Keith. Enjoy!

x.V.x

Keithstill had one invitation in his hand.

All therest had been mailed or hand delivered. Keith, of course, had been the one tohand deliver each invitation to his closest friends and family. His fiancée hadfound this to be incredible adorable and had trailed after Keith as much as hecould to watch his cute little future husband give out the invitations to theirwedding.

Shiro’sinvitation had been the first on the list, and the man had cried so hard thatKeith had been so worried. Shiro of course knew that his baby was grown up andgetting married, he’d been there the day that Keith’s fiancé proposed to him,after all. However, neither man had told Shiro the exact date they had plannedand wanted it to be a surprise. The reality that his son, his baby boy, was getting married at twenty-five and on theanniversary of the date Keith was adopted, was a bit much for Shiro. He was ablubbering mess, causing Keith to blush until Shiro had pulled his son and his future son-in-law into acrushing hug.

The otherdeliveries all had some form of tears but none were as bad a Shiro’s.

ThoughShiro denied making a scene.

ThenKeith had mailed the rest of the invitations out. Mainly to his fiancé’s sideof the family, so they could all be welcomed. He and his fiancé had skyped hisparents in Iceland to share the news and there was almost as many tears withthem as there had been with Shiro.

Still,Keith had one last invitation left. One that his fiancé didn’t know about. Onethat Shiro didn’t know about. One that Keith wasn’t too sure about sending.

It waslabeled to his biological mother.

Keithhad thought about her many times throughout his childhood and as he grew up. Hewas happy with Shiro, without a doubt, and had never planned on contacting hisbiological mother. Especially after she had frightened him when he was seven, and made his dad lose his confidencetemporarily. Shiro was Keith’s father without a doubt. Another man might haveaided in creating Keith, but Shiro was the only father Keith had and the onlyhe would even need.

He’dthought about his biological mother a lot over the years and had wondered abouther. Why didn’t she want me? Why wouldshe neglect her own child? Keith was of age now and could contact herwithout Shiro’s permission, but that was the thing about his dad. His dad never forbade Keith from contacting her.He was willing to let him contact her as soon as he wanted and never shied awayif Keith asked. Of course, his biological mother was forbidden by Shiro fromcontacting Keith until Keith did so.

Keithhad thought about it but he’d forgotten, in all honesty over the years. Still,questions burned and Keith couldn’t help but think that his mother had wanted to reach out to him at somepoint. Did this mean she wanted me?

Keithflipped the invitation over and over in hands. He thought about his fiancé. Hethought about what his friends and family would think. He thought about whathis father would say or how he would feel. However, even thinking all this,Keith could hear his dad’s voice in the back of his head.

It’s not about us, Keith. It’sabout you. Do what you feel to be right.

Taking adeep breath, Keith set the invitation onto the table.

x.V.x

WhenKeith finally met his mother for the first time outside of his house, he was surprised. She was a thin woman, eventhinner than Keith. Keith had surely gotten his height from either hisbiological father or her. She was nearly as tall as him with long black hairpulled back into a ponytail. Her face was pale and weary with age. However,upon seeing Keith, her dark eyes gained a spark within them and she stoodbefore him. Keith awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, trying to smile at thewoman, knowing that his dad and his fiancé were just a few feet away inside thehouse.

“Oh Akira, my, look at how you’ve grown.”The woman smiled before placing both of her hands on Keith’s cheeks. Keithresisted the urge to flinch before he nodded.

“Hello…mother?”Keith hesitated. His biological mother frowned at the hesitation beforereplacing it with a small smile. Keith gently stepped away and the womandropped her hand, before he held out his hands. “Er, my name is KeithShirogane. My middle name is Akira but I go by Keith now.”

Thewoman frowned again but took Keith’s hand to shake. “Right. My name is ReynaKogane and I am your eomma.” Keith knew what that word meant, but even inKorean it still felt foreign on his tongue. The two stood in an uncomfortablesilence before Keith gestured to Reyna’s bags.

“May Ihelp you inside?” He asked politely and Reyna lit up. She nodded and allowedKeith to grab her bags before looping an arm through Keith’s. Keith momentarilytensed at the contact before leading his biological mother into his house.

“My,what a lovely house. Much, much larger than what I am used to.” Reyna commentedas she observed the house. Keith chuckled and managed a real smile beforeleading her into the house. Reyna’s accent was thick but her English was fairlygood for someone who had lived in another non-English country for her entirelife. “Maybe you’ll have room for your eomma to move in so I can see my little Akira more.”

“Keith.”Keith gently corrected and the woman blushed.

“Sorry.It’s an old habit.” She murmured, stopping to look at the two men chattingquietly in the kitchen. One was much younger and closer in age to Keith,appearing to be a similar height, but with a more muscular build than Keith.The other was also bulkier but much older.

“Ah,mother, this is my fiancé.” Keith gestured into the kitchen once he put thebags down and introduced his fiancé to his biological mother. The two shookhands with his biological mother smiling charmingly at his fiancé, and hisfiancé making sweet smiles towards her. Of course, she would be smitten withKeith’s fiancé. Who wasn’t? That’s whyI’m marrying him after all.

“Andthis is my dad, Takashi Shirogane.” Keith turned to face his father with anervous smile. Keith knew that his father was probably more nervous than any ofthem to meet Keith’s biological mother. Keith knew that his father had oncebeen torn down by the idea of Keith wanting to know his mother, and he knew his dad used to worry about ifKeith ever chose to go back home to her. It made his heart hurt to know thathis father had hid such insecurities and hurt from Keith, but he also knew inhis heart that his dad was no longer afraid of Keith ever leaving him. That hadtaken a good knocking some sense into from Keith but it wasn’t a problemanymore.

“Helloma’am.” Shiro smiled that brilliant smile that he gave everyone, and Keith felthis breathing become a little easier. He held out his hand to the woman whoeyed it for half a second, until she grabbed it firmly.

“Ah, theyoung man who forbid me from calling.” Keith and Shiro froze at the statementbefore Reyna smiled at the two. “That is in the past though. You have takengreat care of my Aki – er Keith. Thank you.” Reyna continued to smile as sherubbed Shiro’s hand in both of hers. Shiro blinked, smile falling before hequickly regained control and he beamed at her. Keith could tell it wasn’t asreal as it could have been but it was enough for now.

“Well,Keith and I are so glad you could make it to the wedding.” Shiro said and Keithnodded.

“Ofcourse! I would have been devastated to have missed my baby’s wedding.” Reynanodded, before pinching one of Keith’s cheeks. Keith winced and ducked out ofthe hold when Shiro patted Reyna’s hands. Shiro was fully aware that Keithdidn’t like people touching him like that – at least, strangers and that’s whoReyna was for now. A stranger who didn’t know any better. “My goodness, youlook so different from when you were a baby.”

“Do youhave pictures?” Shiro couldn’t help but ask, watching as Keith leaned into hisfiancé. He saw the way that Keith’s fiancé’s eyes lit up at mention of babypictures. Of course, Shiro had been the one to show Keith’s fiancé all the pictures and videos he had ofKeith, including ones of when Keith destroyed over $300 of Shiro’s makeup atthe age of two.

“Oh no,no. I didn’t have a camera. But I remember.” Reyna shook her head with a grin.“I remember how squishy he was. Such a plump and healthy baby.” Shiro decidednot to say that Keith had only fattened up after a month of living with Shiro,or how when he finally got home he had realized he could have counted Keith’sribs. Keith didn’t need to know this either.

“Um, Ihave some pictures.” Shiro cleared his throat. “I could show you them if youwant?”

“Ohplease! I need to see him!” Reyna clapped her hands while Keith attempted tohide himself within his fiancé. Keith’s fiancé and Shiro shared a mischievousgrin.

“Youknow which ones to show her?” Keith’s fiancé asked, causing Keith to scowl andswat at his chest. Shiro chuckled and nodded to the living room.

“Onlythe most embarrassing ones?” Shiro responded and Reyna frowned at the two.Keith’s fiancé laughed with a nod and Reyna smiled to herself.

“Youboth suck.” Keith pouted, earning a pat from his biological mother and a hairruffle from his father.

“And yetyou still love us.” Shiro grinned while Keith’s fiancé attempted to dip Keithin a kiss. However, he was easily denied by Keith swooping under and out of hisarms, almost causing the older man to stumble onto his face. Shiro snickered atthe sight and Reyna gaped.

“Followme. I’ll show you.” Shiro said to Reyna and smiled while his son playfullyskipped around his fiancé’s reaching hands. He knew when people needed sometime alone.

Ah, what it must be to be youngand in love.

x.V.x

If Shirodidn’t love Keith with every last inch of his heart and wanted his son to havethe best wedding yet, he probably would have snapped by now. He was barelyholding onto a thread and he even admitted it to Allura and Coran during anight out, moaning sadly into his drink while they gave him gentle pats on theback.

“She’sgoing to kill me.” Shiro moaned, face pressed into the polished wood of thetable. Allura and Coran sympathetically nodded as their friend ranted. Theyknew exactly who he was talking about. It was the same person Shiro had beencomplaining about for the past week and a half.

“There’sonly two days until the wedding and she is going to kill me, and I’m not gonnasee my baby boy get married or tell a sappy speech at the wedding and make himcry, or watch him have kids.” Shiro said, voice muffled due to the fact hisface was still smushed into the table. Allura smiled to a waitress who set downanother round of drinks, face full of confusion as she looked at Shiro.

“It’sokay. His only son is getting married in two days.” Allura explained and thewaitress nodded in understanding.

“He’sbeen dealing with the ah, mother-in-law?” Coran provided and the woman noddedagain. This time she placed an extra drink besides Shiro and nodded.

“That ison the house.” The waitress said before leaving as Allura thanked her.

“I’msure it can’t be that bad, can it?” Allura asked. Slowly, Shiro rose off thetable to glare at Allura, before downing an entire drink in one sitting. Alluraand Coran’s eyes widened, causing Allura to almost regret saying that.

“Shetold me that I probably set Keith up for bullying for letting him grow his hairout “like a girl” when he was a kid.” Shiro said. Allura and Coran shared alook of surprise. “Then she also told me I should have sent him to school whenhe was three so he would be smarter.Then she told me, I shamed his homeland by teaching him more about Japan thanKorea, to which she made an entire day dedicated to Keith about Koreanetiquette and food.” Shiro took the extra drink, but drank slower this timewhen Allura glared at him.

“Thenshe keeps Keith busy every day, telling him a woman’s touch would help thewedding. She’s practically taken over helping him plan.” Shiro moaned again andAllura nodded sympathetically. Now shedid sound as bad as Shiro had stated. “Then she keeps telling Keith that ifhe had stayed in Korea, he would have been treated as a prince! Like, his lifewould have been better with her. As if.” Shiro snorted and finished off therest of his drink. “And she keepscalling him Akira by mistake. His name is Keith!”

“DoesKeith know she is doing this?” Coran couldn’t help but ask. He sighed heavilywhen Shiro shook his head with shoulders slumped.

“Like Iwould say anything to ruin his day.” Shiro said. “I just want it to be perfect,and it won’t be if I’m complaining about his mom the whole time.”

“We knowthat Shiro.” Allura replied quietly, rubbing Shiro’s arm. “But she’ll beleaving after the wedding, right? She’s only here till the wedding and thenwhen Keith goes on his honeymoon she’ll be back in Korea.”

Shironodded glumly and the three sat quietly. Coran and Allura tried to cheer Shiroup, who appreciated their efforts and took their words to heart. It was only two more days, and then I won’tever have to deal with her again. Two more days. Shiro felt more determinedafter his night out with Allura and Coran and felt that he could really dothis. He could make it and play nice for two more days.

Atleast, he thought he could until the night of the rehearsal.

Everythingwas going okay. Reyna had onlycommented on Shiro’s appearance as Keith’s father, and how he should havedressed more appropriate, about a dozen times when Keith was out of range.Still, Shiro grit his teeth and smiled at her, thanking her for her advice.Everything was going well and Shiro was doing his best to ignore Reyna, andfound that it was easier than he thought, especially seeing Keith practice andsmiling the whole night with his family and his fiancé.

That ituntil it was time for Keith to “walk” down the aisle.

“Don’tyou think his mother should walk him down?” Reyna asked when Shiro went tostand beside Keith. Silence followed, even the wedding planner had nothing tosay. All eyes were on Reyna, who was only staring at Shiro and Keith. Shesmiled when Keith looked at her, confused by his frown.

“Um, Ihad already asked my dad to do it.” Keith rubbed the back of his neck and Shiroresisted the urge to smirk at Reyna.Stop. You are not six.

“Butdon’t you think it would be better if a mother walked her only son down after anice reunion?” Reyna continued and Keith’s frown deepened.

“I’msorry, mother.” Keith said slowly, and Reyna’s smile twitched. “I asked my dadwhen I was like nine for him to do this and it’s what I want.”

“Reyna,you can still be in the front and see Keith right away after he walks down.”Keith’s fiancé tried to intervene and Shiro found himself grateful once againthat Keith was marrying this man.

“Oh butit’ll look silly have a man walk myson down the aisle.” Reyna continued and Shiro could feel the atmospheretemperatures dropping. Quiet whispers broke out around them and Shiro could seeKeith getting flustered.

“Reyna,I’m sorry. But I’m walking my sondown the aisle tomorrow. It’s what he wants and you need to respect it.” Shirocut in stepping away from Keith.

Reynaimmediately glared at Shiro. “Yes, let’s have the man who took my son away from me, walk him down the aisle. The same man whocouldn’t even provide Keith with a loving mother.”Shiro didn’t even flinch at the bait and his hands clenched tightly into fistsat his side.

“I nevertook him from you. I adopted him andgave him a home because I love him.” Shiro responded and Reyna rolled her eyes.

“Thatboy would have been much better with me than you.” Reyna stuck her nose out andShiro growled.

“Mother!Stop it!” Keith hissed, coming up from behind Shiro.

“It’strue!” Reyna continued and Keith swallowed. “At least with me you wouldn’t havewound up with a scarred, mutilated freakwho could have killed you if someone accidentally set of sparklers in the streets.” Shiro’s eyes widened and for a moment,he couldn’t even find the words to speak. His breath left him in one swoop andhe almost stumbled back. In the background, Shiro could hear Keith’s fiancé,Kuro, his parents and many others begin to argue against Reyna.

“Enough!” Keith finally bellowed,silencing everyone in the room. Shiro blinked, looking over at his son only forhis heart to plummet to the floor. Thiswas what I wanted to avoid. Keith had tears pooling in his eyes and hisface was bright red, and his entire body was trembling. However, his entirefocus was on Reyna rather than Shiro or anyone else.

“Don’tyou ever say anything like that aboutmy dad. Ever.” Keith hissed, stormingup in front of his surprised mother. “You’ve been in my life for all of one weekand you don’t get the right to say anythingabout my dad or my life.”

“ButAkira, I just want your day to be perfect.” Reyna stumbled over her words andKeith clenched his jaw shut tightly.

“My nameis Keith.” He grit out and Shiro wasat a loss to do. This wasn’t how it wassupposed to happen. This was supposed to be the happiest time of his life.Shiro felt his entire body bubbling with immense guilt. “I am not Akira. I’m not the son that you neglected.”

“I hadno choice A – Keith! I didn’t want them to take you.” Reyna pleaded but itseemed like Keith wasn’t listening. Shiro swallowed thickly, unable to move hiseyes away from Keith’s tear-filled eyes.

“Itdoesn’t matter. I’ve heard it all. You didn’t even fight for me.” Keith snarledand Shiro tried to reach out to his son. “But that doesn’t matter, it was inthe past. I could have forgiven you for that – because it led me to Shiro. My dad. He’s been my dad from the beginningfor me. There was no one else except for him. He loves me, he cares for me. He’smade me the man who I am today and because of him my life was happy. I don’t know what my life wouldhave been with you, but I can clearly see that it was a fucking ton better thanit ever would have been with you.” Keith hissed causing Reyna to gasp with herhand over her mouth.

“Keith…”Shiro swallowed thickly.

“He’swalking me down because as far as I see, he’s the only goddamn parent who evergave a fuck about me and loved me.”By now, Keith had tears dripping down his cheeks and Shiro felt as if hisentire world was crumbling. He could see Keith’s fiancé trying to soothe himand pull him back but Keith shrugged him off. “Don’t even bother showing uptomorrow. I don’t want someone like that there anyway.” Reyna had her own tearsfalling from her dark eyes, but Keith had turned around and stormed out of theroom before he could see.

Shiroreached out silently, torn between following after his son and speaking withReyna. However, his heart ached and yearned to protect the son that he wouldalways love and Shiro was soon scrambling after Keith.

He foundKeith with his head in his arms over his knees, outside on the steps of thebuilding. From where he was, Shiro could see that Keith’s shoulders wereshaking with sobs and his heart cracked even further.

“OhKeith, I’m so sorry. I never wanted any of this to happen.” Shiro whispered hoarsely.Keith sniffled but looked up when he heard his dad sit down next to him. Shirowas struck with an image of Keith, much smaller and much younger looking up atShiro with those same tear-filled eyes and broken expression. He couldn’t helpbut pull Keith into a hug, which Keith instantly latched onto.

“I don’tunderstand. Why couldn’t she have accepted us? Why would she do this?” Keithcried and Shiro felt the last of his heart cracking and he buried his face intoKeith’s hair.

“Oh sweetheart,it’s not you. You’re wonderful and amazing and you did nothing wrong.”

“Butneither did you.” Keith pulled back to look at Shiro and Shiro began to wipeaway the tears from Keith’s eyes. “You’re my dad. You always were and youalways will be. I don’t understand how she could say that about you. If it wasn’tfor you, my life would have turned out very different.” Keith mumbled and Shirocouldn’t help but imagine the corpse of an infant back in Korea, unnoticed fordays.

“Yeah,you wouldn’t be crying on the steps of your venue crying your heart out.” Shiroreplied lowly, only to yelp when Keith had smacked his arm.

“Don’tsay that. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Keith reprimanded with no hint ofanger in his voice. “I know she’s been saying snide comments to you all week. I’msorry I didn’t speak up sooner. I had just hoped – I hoped that I was imaginingit and she was really nice.”

“Keith,she was good to you,” Shiro said softly and Keith frowned. “You can still havea relationship with her. I’ll just mind my own business.”

“No way.”Keith rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for anyone who is going to say stuff like that about my dad. Besides, allI need is you.” Shiro could feel his heart fluttering at Keith’s words andKeith smiled. “I want you there tomorrow. To walk me down. No one else.”

Shirocouldn’t help but smile at his son, relief coursing through his entire body.

The nextday, no one was shocked (not even Keith) to see that Reyna had flown home thenight before. And when Shiro stood proud by his son’s side, walking him down theaisle to his future husband, Shiro counted himself blessed.

Thank you for giving me a chance with him.

#single dad shiro #single dad shiro AU #kiddie!AU #kiddie!paladins #voltron legendary defender #thanks nonny #idk why Keith continues to suffer #but Shiro is the best dad ever #Dad of the year

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iamvegorott · 6 years

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Undercover Love Ch. 20

So Close

“They’re going to be fucking all day.” Anti chuckled as he stirred a large pot of noodles, Henrik was next to him, stirring his own pot and he laughed as well.

“I wouldn’t be shocked if we don’t see them until tomorrow,” Henrik said, taking the spoon out of the pot with a noodle on it. He blew on the noodle to cool it off before popping it into his mouth.

“I wonder if they’re going to even be conscious tomorrow.” Wilford laughed. “I bet ol’ Marvy’s gonna be walking around like he’s got a peg leg.” JJ placed a hand over his mouth as he giggled since Wilford was now waddling around the kitchen.

“I’d be more concerned for Chase,” Henrik said, lifting his pot off of the stove and heading over to the sink.

“Really now?” Wilford asked with a raised brow.

“Chase might be giving it, but Marvin can easily take a lot more than Chase can dish out.” Anti placed a noodle in his mouth and slurped the rest of it in.

“Chase is gonna get milked dry!” Wilford hooted.

“Could we please stop discussing Chase and Marvin’s sex life.” Dark huffed, using the knife to slide the carrot he had chopped up into a bowl that was filled with several other vegetables.

“We can talk about mine and JJ’s.” Wilford offered with a smirk, heading over to the silent man who was sitting on the edge of the counter. JJ made a face at him and shook his head. “He might not talk but his mouth can-”

“Wil!” Dark shouted while JJ slapped one hand over Wilford’s mouth, using the other to sign:

“Turn voice off!”

“Aw, but I wanted to hear what Bubbles was going to say.” Anti playfully whined as he stepped back to let Henrik grab the pot of noodles.

“I can tell you later.” Wilford winked and JJ slapped at his chest in disapproval.

“Are you about done?” Dark asked with an eye roll.

“You’re just pissy because you’re too stubborn to talk to someone to get some.” Wilford leaned a hand against the counter, the Septiceyes in the room all shared a confused look, Anti’s own eyes going wide.

“Wilford,” Dark said as a warning.

“I’m just saying that I’m getting a little impatient about you not sucking up the fact that you like-” Wilford’s lips suddenly clamped shut. Wilford blew harshly through his nose before taking his thumb and running the nail along his lips. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t do that anymore?” Wilford snapped.

“You stepped out of line,” Dark stated.

“I stepped out of line?” Wilford scoffed. “Whatever, Dark. You didn’t have to be a dick about it.”

“You were.” Dark raised a challenging brow. Wilford just puffed his cheeks before sticking his tongue out and walking away. JJ looked as if he was about to move his hands to say something but changed his mind and jumped off of the counter, going after Wilford. Dark let out a sigh and went back to chopping.

“That was something,” Anti mumbled.

“It’s fine. He'll pout for a bit, probably use JJ to get out some of his frustration and then we’ll apologize to each other and move on as if it never happened.” Dark said. “It’s how we work.”

“That doesn’t sound healthy,” Henrik said.

“It’s fine.” Dark repeated.

“It’s not fine. You should actually talk about your arguments instead of avoiding each other and then pretending it never happened.”

“You’re not my doctor,” Dark stated.

“Edward would say the same,” Henrik stated back.

“You have a crush on someone?” Anti suddenly asked.

“I…” Dark cleared his throat and continued chopping, trying to ignore the question.

“Does someone have a crush~” Henrik sang, a hint of a teasing in his voice.

“I don’t know.” Dark blurted out, fighting the urge to literally bite his own tongue off.

“You don’t know?” Henrik and Anti said together.

“It’s complicated.” Dark prayed they let it drop.

“Is it Wilford?” Anti asked. Dark’s hands went out of his control and he ended up slicing his finger, a curse left his lips as well.

“I got him.” Anti grabbed a paper towel and went over to Dark while Henrik stepped out to get a bandage.

“I thought Bim was the clumsy one of you guys.” Anti lightly chuckled as he made sure the finger was covered, glad to see there wasn’t a lot of red. “So, about this crush of yours?”

“It’s not Wilford,” Dark stated. “Been there, tried that, not going back?” Dark saw Anti’s face of shock and chuckled. “I’m joking.”

“Oh.” Anti chewed the inside of his lip, trying to will the burn of jealousy in his chest away. “You do have a crush then?” Anti smirked when he caught on.

“I didn’t say that,” Dark said.

“You said it wasn’t Wilford, not that you didn’t have one.” Anti giggled.

“I’m still unsure of it,” Dark admitted in a mutter.

“There’s nothing wrong with having a crush,” Anti said, eyes still staring down at Dark’s hands, only seeing the paper towel. “It lets you know that you still have a heart, that you can still feel even after everything that’s happened to you.” Anti tightened his hold on Dark’s hands a little. “That you can still love.”

“Anti?” Dark said softly.

“If it makes you feel better. I’m unsure of a crush as well.” Anti confessed, eyes traveling up to meet Dark’s.

“You are?” Dark could feel his heart beating faster than normal.

“I don’t know if he’ll ever feel the same way about me.” Anti bit his lip.

“I’m sure that whoever he is, you could easily charm your way into his heart.” Dark softly chuckled, now feeling his face getting warmer.

“I’m not so sure. He’s a charmer in his own rights.” Anti unconsciously took a step forward, making the two get closer.

“Then maybe he’ll come to you first.” Dark was now whispering, knowing that the space between them was getting smaller and smaller with each second that ticked by.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Anti whispered back, their lips only inches apart. They could feel each other’s breaths on them, warming them up.

“He should-”

“I really need to organize my office some more. It took way too long for me to find my bandages.” Henrik’s loud laugh snapped Dark and Anti out of their trance.

“I-uh, thank you, Henrik.” Dark quickly moved away from Anti, took the bandage from Henrik and ran out of the kitchen.

Dark ran into his room and shut the door, gasping for air as he walked over to the desk and removed the paper towel from his hand. He easily cleaned up the dark, almost black, liquid that was his blood and even though the wound was already healed, he wrapped the bandage around it anyways.

What was that?

The warmth in his chest was strong. Very strong.

He’s kissed others before, he’s done a lot more with others before but he’s never had such a strong reaction to just being close like that to someone. Is this what having a crush felt like? Did it cause this powerful burning in your chest? Make your stomach feel as if something was fluttering in there?

It had to be.

There was no other answer.

“Henrik said you cut yourself,” Wilford said as he came into the room. “I don’t think we can really explain-”

“I have a crush on Anti.”

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