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diabolik-writer · 4 years

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Marvel

Request : "Can you please do a gender-fluid Loki where the reader comes out as ftm to him?"

Warnings : Fluff, coming out, reader panics a little, Loki misgenders you in the beginning

A/n: I love Loki, so naturally I had to write this. Reminder that even if I haven't gotten to your request yet, I go by what I'm in the mood to write. I will eventually get everyone's. Also, sorry if you don't like the way I wrote the reader coming out. That's just how I came out.

Extra info: Y/n = your name, N/n = nickname, L/n = last name, D/n = deadname

It's hard knowing when the right time to tell them is. It's a hard discussion for everyone and has been known to ruin relationships. I was a lucky one. I knew Loki would never hate me. They knew what it is like to not feel right in their body. The only difference between them and I, was the fact that they could change their body to match their mind at any point in time, thanks to their godly powers. They also had an ever changing feeling. They were female one day, male the next, maybe neither or both the next upcoming days.

Others found it confusing, but it was easy for me to understand. That was the way Loki was and I accepted that.

A grin spread across my face as I heard footsteps coming towards me. Looking up to scan the midguradian library, my gaze stopped when I saw a masculine looking figure, their eyes a gorgeous green and hair a raven black. They grinned back and took their seat in front of me. Their eyes never left mine.

"Hello, my dear. How are you today?" Their voice was smooth and deep. Their lips tightened into a mischievous smirk.

"I am wonderful." I replied, my own smile widening. "Pronouns?" I shot out the question as if was nothing. From spending so much time with Loki, it was second nature now.

They leaned back, snapping their fingers. A coffee appeared in their hand. Loki brought it to their lips and just before taking a sip, they announced, "he/him."

He was silent for a moment after taking a drink. He looked down at his cup, swirling it around a bit. His eyes then met mine again, he tilted his cup, offering it to me. "Would you like some?" He asked sweetly. I shook my head, but thanked him.

At this, he raised an eye brow in question and set his cup down. He was very serious now, setting his hands, which were entwined, on the table. "Is everything alright, d/n?" I stared down at my hands in my lap and shook my head slightly.

This really caught his attention. I knew I looked so uncomfortable in my skin and the uneasiness only grew as he watched.

"Darling, I will not know what's wrong unless you tell me." He reach over to rub my arm, trying to help me relax. I glanced up at him. His green eyes radiated safety. I closed my own eyes for a moment, preparing myself.

Even coming out to the people closest to you, who you know are going to accept you, is hard. I knew that and I reminded myself that it was okay to feel scared.

I took a final deep breath before making eye contact again.

"I'm transgender." I simply stated. Loki looked confused for a moment and before he could get a word in, I continued. "I know I was assigned female at birth, but my head tells me otherwise. I KNOW I'm a boy, but my body makes me a liar." I took a moment to calm down, my nerves getting the better of me. My hands were shaking, my legs were bouncing. "I am a boy. Thats who I am and I needed to tell you that." I finished. Suddenly looking at Loki's coffee became my new favorite hobby.

Loki caught my attention as I heard a chuckle coming from him. He reached out, lightly pushing my chin up. A smile graced Lokis features and his eyes held pride. "I am so happy you told me this, love. I know how hard it is and it makes me so unbelievably proud you had the courage to." He moved his hand to cradle my face, rubbing his thumb over my cheek to comfort me.

"What name are you going by so I know how to address you, my dear?" He asked, his voice was soft and accepting.

"Y/n."

#ftm reader #x ftm reader #loki (marvel)#loki #loki x reader #loki x ftm reader #x reader

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diabolik-writer · 4 years

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Umbridges Punishments (George Weasley x Ftm!Reader)

Harry Potter

Slytherin reader!

(It's only hinted at though)

Warnings : Umbridge misgenders you and slight panic attack

A/n: I originally wrote this for an Oc story I am currently writting. I figured it'd be cute as a one shot too. I changed quite a few things, such as the ending and the name to Y/n obviously. I don't know if I'll post the Oc story on here when I get enough of it done, but we'll see. If you like this and wish to read the original writing/story line for this, let me know.

Extra info: Y/n = your name, N/n = nickname, L/n = last name

Pain spread throughout my hand as the quill slid across the paper. I paused, waiting for it to fade, but it didn't. The pain continued to pulse as I wrote; Umbridge hovering behind me, watching as my hand turned red.

This was the fifth time I have been dragged into her office. It seemed like the smallest things got me in trouble. This time, I was just standing close to the Weasley twins when they pulled a prank on a Slytherin. Umbridge grabbed my arm quickly, ignoring the twins, yanking me into her office, where she had me sit down and she forced me to write with her quill. "You know what to write. This time you will write ten sentences." she announced, her hands joined behind her back as she smiled down at me. I whimpered, imagining what I was about to go through. My arm still hurt from the six she made me write last time.

'I am a troubled and useless mudblood' carved into my right hand as I wrote, making me squeeze my eyes in agony. The words continued to appear, causing a hiss of pain to escape my lips. I got to eight before I physically couldn't take it anymore. My hand was shaking and tears fogged my eyesight. I lowered my head, trying to cover my face with what hair I had. Umbridge scoffed and shook her head. "Two more, dear. Wouldn't want that number to double, would we?" I shook my head quickly, making the quill move again and making more words litter my hands.

When I had finished the last two, Umbridge grabbed the paper and quill from me. "Do you get the message, dear?" she asked, amusement laced in her voice. I knew that if I tried to speak, it would've come out weak and broken, so I just nodded. Umbridge seemed satisfied with my answer as she smiled and replied, "Good. You may now go, Ms.L/N."

My heart sank and my stomach flipped. Out of my seven years at Hogwarts, no one has called me "Ms''. They had always called me "Mr'' out of respect for my identity. I had always been accepted for who I was and I was never misgendered at Hogwarts by a professor. I didn't argue or correct her, though. I just stalked out of the room, wanting to get to my dorm room as fast as I could.

I kept my eyes on my shoes, watching for feet around me and avoiding as many people as possible. I could feel tears in the back of my eyes, making my face feel hot. I didn't want to be seen on the verge of sobbing, face red and puffy. I wanted to get to my room so I could cry in peace.

But my luck soon ran out; as I turned around the corner of the dungeon, I bumped into two tall boys, who were walking together. "Woah! Watch where you're-" There was a pause as I looked up. The two gingers that I knew too well, stood there, eyes wide. "Y/n?" They asked at the same time. I ducked my head down, hoping they had missed the red, puffiness of my face. They, of course, were observant and hadn't missed it.

"N/n? What's wrong, love?" Fred asked, worry filled his features. Pain pulsed through my hand again. I clutched my wrist and held my right arm to my chest. It helped ease the pain a small bit. George glanced down at my arm and gently reached out for it. He took it on his own. The long sleeve of my robe, covering my hand. He rubbed it softly, eyes flickering up to mine, keeping eye contact. His chocolate brown eyes were welcoming and made me feel safe. Same with Fred's. Both waited patiently as I slowly rolled up my sleeve.

They both glanced down at the same time and gasped. They scanned my hand, taking in the, now, scars. They burned as George's grip tightened, causing me to flinch. George loosened his hold on me and quietly apologized. Fred's eyes flew up to mine. They were alite with rage. "Who did this to you, Y/n?" He demanded, raising his voice.

The slight raise in his voice sent me into a panic. My breathing began to quicken and the tears I had been holding back began to pour. My body began to tremble like it had when I was writing. Fred's face dropped and he quickly embraced me, apologizing repeatedly.

George and Fred then shared a look, beginning to lead me out of the dungeon. I buried my head into Georges shoulder, as him and Fred's arms wrapped around my shoulders. I only moved my head to see where we were as I heard "Password?" from a woman's voice.

We were at a painting. George whispered the password to her and it opened. I looked up at Fred in confusion. He glanced down, his eyes shone with worry, love, and sadness. He bent down and whispered in my ear, "Gryffindor common room." I backed my face away quickly, making my crying-dazed brain, dizzy. "I can't go in there! It's against the rules. I can't break any more rules." I rambled in a panic. Fred kissed my forehead, we had entered now. The Gryffidors in the room all stared at us. Fred whispered in reassurance, "It'll be alright. They all like you and if they have a problem..." Fred and George shared a look, one that challenged anyone to say something.

They brought me over to the couch, George sitting next to me. Ron and Hermione rushed up to us. "Are you bloody mental? If Umbridge finds out he's in here, we're all doomed." Ron looked like he saw a ghost. Hermione punched his arm and looked over at me. "Quiet, Ron. They wouldn't bring him in if there wasn't a problem. Is he alright?" she asked Fred and George, as I sat looking at my feet. Most of the Gryffindors in the room were watching now with a silent interest.

The twins ignored Ron and George explained what was on my hand to Hermione. George gently took my right hand in his, while Fred talked, and traced the words with his fingers. Harry, who had joined us, sighed. "Umbridge got ahold of you." It wasn't a question. He knew the punishment that was given to me. George looked up from my wrist in his hand, in confusion as Harry pulled his sleeve down. I glanced up in time to see writing scarred on his hand. Some were more faded than others, signalling that he had been subject to multiple punishments too. "She practically takes me in for sneezing. She has this quill that carves what you write into your skin." Harry explained.

George and Fred shared a glare, full of hatred. They were coming up with something to do in revenge. It was obvious. Ron was more focused on the scars on Harry's arm. "Bloody hell, Harry. Doesn't that hurt?" Ron asked, eyes wide. Harry motioned his hand to me, whose face was still rosey and wet from the tears. "Obviously, Ron."

George began to move, letting go of my hand, all eyes fell on him. He laid down on the couch, causing me to move further to the edge to give him space. He started patting his chest, making eye contact, suggesting that I lay down too. I was too tired to think a lot, so I just moved and laid down in between his legs with my head on his chest. George ran his fingers through my hair and I sighed happily. Closing my eyes, the tension in my body slowly disappeared. Around me, I heard Ron, Hermione, and Harry leave, going back to whatever they had been doing previously, Fred likely joining them.

George watched as I relaxed, finally safe from Umbridge's punishments in his arms. My breathing calmed and the feelings in my hand faded as George mumbled a spell to relieve the pulsing pain. I took a deep breath, sinking further into the couch and George. My mind slowed and I started falling into a deep sleep. George's hand continued to run through and play with my hair until he fell asleep as well.

#george weasley x reader #george weasley #george weasley x ftm reader #x ftm reader #ftm reader

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diabolik-writer · 4 years

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Close Call (Remus Lupin x Ftm!Reader)

Harry Potter

Hogwarts House Not Mentioned

Warnings : You almost die, Full moon Remus,

Request: Remus Lupin x reader (Maybe reader comforting him after a full moon or something)

Extra info: Y/n = your name, N/n = nickname, L/n = last name, this is based after he left Hogwarts, I do not own the picture.

A shiver ran up my spine as a loud howl echoed from the dark forest, a couple yards from the cabin.

It was a beautiful fall night. The sky was clear and the wind was a nice, cool breeze. It was my ideal kinda setting, to cuddle with my significant other and read with him.

Instead, I was locked inside for the remainder of the night, unable to sleep, knowing Remus was outside. He had left around noon, determined to get as far from the house, we owned together, as possible.

It was a full moon tonight; the shine of it covering the land outside the window.

The mug I was holding was warm against my hands, the coffee providing heat; my eyes flickered to any movement outside the kitchen window. It was a little past five in the morning; the sun would be rising soon. Remus always maked sure I slept the day before the full moon. We both decided it was best if I spent the night awake, since Remus didn't trust himself to stay far away when he shifted. It had always been a fear of his. That he'd make his way back to me and harm me in anyway when he was in his wolf-like state.

My eye's shot to movement in the tree's, when a few branches roughly shook. Two shining eye's stared back at me as I felt my body tense. Panic flooded my being as I backed away. Remus's words flooded through my head as I backed out of the kitchen slowly, the wolf-human hybrid slowly inching forward, out of the brush, it's teeth showing in a growl. As I reached the door, I booked it up the stairs, toward our room.

"If I am to ever come here, darling, I want you to go to our room and lock the door. Hide in the back of the closet. Do not try to run out of the house. I am faster in that form than you," Remus's voice played on repeat in my head.

I got to the room, just as I heard the breaking of glass. I heard the crunch of the glass from the window, signalling that it was in the house. I closed the door to our room as quietly as I could, trying not to attract it's attention. I locked it quick and backed away as I heard loud footsteps downstairs. I heard crashes and thumps as it made its way through the house.

Glancing around, I saw the closet door, quickly making my way over it. Opening and shutting the door, I made sure to lock it from the inside.

Shuffling through Remus's work clothes, I got as far back as I could and cowarded down in the corner; my breath never slowing from the panicked gasps.

I knew it was only a matter of time before it caught my scent and came upstairs. I also knew the door to our room wouldn't hold it for very long and neither would the closet door.

Tears flooded my eyes as I shivered in fear, just wanting my husband back. Wanting him here to tell me everything was alright.

It was silent, as I hugged my knees, listening for movement in the house. It sounded like it was getting closer, the familiar squeak of the stairs alerting me that it was coming upstairs. My heart beat quickened even though I didn't think it could get any faster.

The sound of it sniffing around got louder and louder until I heard a loud huff come from in front of the bedroom.

It caught my scent.

I'm fucked, I thought.

Scratching, thumps, and more huffs could be heard as it tried to get in and became more aggressive as the creature got frustrated.

I squeaked as I heard a loud bang and crash in the bedroom.

It was in.

Only one door now separated me from it.

My body shivered more and I tried to back futher into the closet. Tears were streaming down my face as the sniffing continued, slowly coming closer.

I screamed as claws suddenly impaled the door, ripping some of the wood away. I could see the creature clearly now. It was tall, it's dog like jaw was covered in saliva, and it's eyes were wild. The creature grabbed the door again and ripped a larger chunk out of it. Growls filled my ears.

I closed my eyes and shivered in the corner, too scared to look at the creature anymore. Death was at my closet door, ready to take me away from the world I loved and the people I loved. Tears streamed down my face as small cries left my lips.

I was in my own bubble, waiting for death to grip me tight and disappear with me forever, but it never happened. I didn't know it, too busy having a panic attack, but it had quieted down. The creature had stopped its attack. Instead, it gripped its head and stumbled as the light of dawn shone through the window. It ran out of the room, down to the living room, where it knocked over pictures of me and Remus. One was of us dancing and another of us kissing under mistletoe the first year we got together. Now, they lay, frame broken, on the floor.

The creature fell over as it howled in pain. It's form started bending and shifting. Soon, an older man, maybe in his thirties, laid where the creature had. He was nude, clutching to his stomach as he slowly moved.

Sitting up, the man seemed dazed. He took one looked down and groaned, glancing around in search of clothes. Luckily, there on the coffee table in the middle of the room, were a stack of clothes. He hurriedly put them on, glad for the convenience.

Only now, did the man take the time to look around. He was in someone's house. It was trashed and was beyond recognizable. He fumbled around, looking at the broken picture frames on the ground. He internally hoped no one was home before he had entered.

He reached down, moving some of the broken glass, taking a closer look at the the picture. His stomach dropped as he saw the picture. It was himself, wrapped in the embrace of his husband. They were doing a tradition muggles seemed fond of during the holidays.

He quickly stood up straight and ran. He ran upstairs, yelling my name. "Y/n! Love, where are you?" He repeated as he checked every room. He hope, he prayed that he had not hurt you. That you were okay.

As he entered the bedroom, he knew you had to be in there. The door was in pieces and things were torn up in the room. The closet door was half way gone and claw marks littered the wall.

He stumbled in, over the wood and called out again. "Please, love, answer me."

Thats when he heard it. Soft cries from the closet. He rushed to the broken door frame as fast as he could, almost tripping over things.

There I was. Huddled in the corner of the closet, shaking uncontrollably. Quiet sobs escaped my mouth. Remus sighed in relief. I was shaken up, but no harm had come to me. He opened what else remained of the door and stepped inside.

I glanced up, expecting to see the creature, but was greeted by Remus, who had tears streaming down his scarred face from the scare he had just experienced. Shooting up, I ran into his arms. He held me as close as he could without hurting me. He dropped to his knees, taking me with him. He pulled back, pushing back the hair that fell in my face.

"I was so worried. I though I...." Remus choked out. "I could have...." His voice cracked. It took a lot to get Remus to break down and at this moment, he was overwhelmed.

He was angry at himself that he in a monster form, had almost harmed you or worse, he was relieved that you were alive and well, and most of all, he was scared. He had just experienced his worse nightmare. Something that even a Bogart couldn't imagine.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered, closing his eyes and bringing his forehead to rest on mine.

My heart beat had started to calm. Remus, the REAL Remus was here. He would keep me safe, like he always has.

Rubbing my back, he hummed to me until I was completely calm. I laid my head on his shoulder as he held me in his lap. Sleepiness overwhelmed me, but I fought it. "Remus. I missed you." I mumbled out.

He was silent, but he pulled me closer, holding me tighter. Rocking us side to side.

We stayed like that for a while, no speaking, only the sounds of each others breath and heart beats were heard. Slowly, I drifted into unconsciousness.

When I woke up, I was in my bed. The first thing I notice is that Remus is no where to be seen. Next is the room itself. All the wreckage had been cleaned up. The door to the room and closet were gone entirely. Everything that had been knocked over or broken was cleaned up or put back in its place. The floor was even swept.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes and stretching.

My first reaction was to find Remus. I headed downstairs, shocked, again, to see a clean room. I wondered around, finally finding Remus in the kitchen. It had also been picked up, but the window in front of our little table had no glass.

Remus turned to look at me, steamy mug in his hand. He looked exhausted. His eyes were red and there were bags under them. He smiled softly and motioned to the seat across from him. I gladly took it, smiling back at him.

"I called to get the window replaced. They should be here around four." He stated, looking back out the nonexistant window, like he had been before I entered the kitchen.

"What time is it now?" I asked, now suddenly curious on how long I slept. Remus glanced at his watch.

"Around three thirty." He quietly replied. My eyes widened. "Why did you let me sleep that long? I could've helped clean up."

Remus made eye contact with me and set his mug down.

"I made the mess, so naturally I cleaned it up." He simply argued. A few pieces of his hair dropped into his face as he continued. "Also, after a night like you had, you needed rest." He reached across the table to take my hand. He sighed and squeezed my hand tight.

"I guess next full moon, I will have to go even further. I won't ever allow this to happen again." He promised as his eye's stared into mine. He lifted up our linked hands and kissed the back of my knuckle. "Is there anything I can do for you to forgive me?" He asked in a quiet whisper, his voice cracking again.

I already knew the answer the moment he let the words out of his mouth. The answer was nothing. Nothing because I already forgave him. It wasn't his fault that this happened and I could never be upset with him over it. Just as I was about to answer, an idea came to mind. I smiled and pulled our hands back to me and I kissed his knuckle back. "I already forgive you, darling. But if you want, how about we cuddle and you read to me?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes.

My favorite thing to do with my free time is listen to Remus read. His voice is always smooth and relaxing. I liked how his chest would vibrate as he read aloud with my head on his chest.

He let out a soft chuckle. "Of course, love."

#remus x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x ftm reader #ftm reader #harry potter fanfictions #x ftm reader #lupin x reader #lupin x ftm reader

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diabolik-writer · 4 years

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Sparks Fly (Lance x ftm or male reader)

You walked down to the entrance of the castle. You were visiting a planet for a few hours, thanks to Allura needing some supplies for your next adventure. It's a very beautiful place. It was covered in plants and fields of nothing, other than a small village on a hill.

You walked outside and took a deep breath. You loved it here. The air was fresh, everytging wasn't messed with by the people who lived here. They believed it was evil to harm the life living around them.

You gasped as you saw dark clouds moving towards the castle. A smile was painted on your face. They looked like rain clouds.

You quickly ran in the direction of clouds. You could almost hear the pitter patter of rain on the ground as you grew closer.

You ran faster until you were met half way with the clouds. You stopped and looked into the sky. A drop of wetness landed on your forehead. Then another. Then another. Until water poured from the dark sky anf touched your face.

You couldn't wipe the smile off your face as you danced around. You hadn't been this happy since you realized you had a crush on the blue paladin.

You spun and tripped, causing you to tumble into a big puddle. You grinned even wider at the sight of you covered in mud and laughed loudly. Your laugh and joy radiated through the land.

Right as you were about to get up from the sticky mud, a hand came into your view. You looked up, your right eye ended covered by soaked mud covered hair.

Even then you could tell who it was by his clothes, you moved the hair and wiped your eye so you could open it.

The tall Hispanic, Lance stood there, holding out his hand. "Having fun there?" He asked, amusement laced his tone. You nodded quickly, grinning ear to ear. You took his hand and as he pulled you up, he let out a stunning smile.

"Isn't this beautiful?!" You asked excitedly, your emotion spilling into every word. This was paradise for you.

Looking up and around us, Lance sighed happily. "Yeah. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Lance whispered, but what you didn't know was that he wasn't talking about the rain.

He looked down at the ground and grabbed your hand. He looked up quickly avoiding eye contact, but continuing to grip your hand.

You looked at him, expecting him to say anything about his action, but recieved none. It was obvious his face was red, maybe from the rain or his hand holding yours. His face scrunched up as he seemed to be trying to make a decision. You smiled and asked if he was okay.

He shook his head. "No. How could I be okay with you so close to me?" You froze and felt my heart drop. Not fully understanding what he means. Your thoughts went to thw worse. Did he not want you around? "What?"

He panicked and backed away, putting his hands up. "That's not what I meant! I mean, whenever you're around I always freak out. I can't think straight when you're around." He rubbed his neck and sighed.

He walked quickly up to you and grabbed the back of my neck. You gasped as he pulled you into a kiss. When he pulled away, he was as red as the red lion. You couldn't speak.

He smiled shyly at you. "You look ridiculous. You're so red." he commented and laughed.

You growled and kicked water at him. "Don't kiss me and then make fun of me! You're screwing with my emotions!" You shouted.

Lance laughed lightly and hugged me tight. "Sorry." You stayed like that for a while. When Lance pulled back he kissed your cheek. "Will you be my boyfriend?" He asked out of the blue. You looked up fast and took a second to nod.

Smiling like an idiot afterward, you repeated those words in your head.

He smiled and pulled you back into a kiss. This one was passionate. You felt sparks fly as he grabbed the sides of your face and you stood on your tiptoes.

You heard a click and Lance quickly moved away. You two looked to the side and Pidge stood there with a camera and an umbrella. She smirked and took off to the castle. Lance growled and turned to you. "Be right back." He gave you a quick peck on the lips and took off after Pidge screaming at her to give him the camera.

#voltron #lance mcclain #voltron lance #lance x reader #lance x trans reader #trans reader #lance mcclain x reader

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diabolik-writer · 4 years

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Keith Kogan x Ftm!Reader

(I did write this like two years ago, but I edited a little to make it better. I'm sorry if it's still shit. Also I don't know how to work Tumblr yet)

You sighed and sat on your oversized bed. Slowly looking around the room, you spotted pictures you had put up. Some were of the paladins, some were with you, but most were pictures of you and a mullet-headed male.

You smiled softly, making the sour mood of the room go away, but it faded back when realization hit.

Keith seemed to not care. It seemed like he'd happily leave you. He HAD left you already.

You put your face in your hands and elbows on your knees.

Tears formed in your eyes and slid down your face; eventually falling on your pants, making the wet spots appear darker. Thoughts ran through your head. Most were of Keith.

You heard the door to your room slide open. Not daring to look up, you kept your head down, but listened. The sound of footsteps approaching you, who was curled up on your bed, grew louder as they appeared next to you. You felt your bed bend when the person sat down.

"Mullet Brain upsetting you again?" The person asked. I recognized the hushed voice as Lance. You looked up and Lance's eyes widen. "OH MY GOD! DON'T CRY, Y/N!" He rushed to get the words out, wrapping his long arms tightly around me. You hugged back and cried into his shoulder.

You heard steps outside the small room you had on the ship. The door opened and you slowly looked up.

You almost jumped out of your skin when you saw purple eyes looking at you full of worry. "What's wrong?! What happened?!" He looked around quickly and when he saw nothing he calmly but worriedly looked at me. His eyes scanned your face and he walked closer.

Lance jumped up. "Well, as much as I want to stay, I have to..... help Hunk with dinner." He almost ran out of the room with his half ass excuss, leaving Keith and you alone.

Keith slowly made his way over to you and sat down in the spot next to your form.

"Why are you crying?" He asked softly, placing his hand on your thigh trying to comfort you.

You shook your head, not saying anything. He sighed heavily and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"It's okay, y/n. I'm not supposed to say anything, but Lance told me how much you're struggling." You looked up and growled at the new information given to you.

"Damn it! He wasn't supposed to tell anyone!" You grinded your teeth in built up anger, which would go away in a minute if you stayed calm.

Keith smiled a little and kissed your cheek, causing you to calm down a little. He looked down at his thigh. "I'm sorry. I left without even thinking about if you would be effected by it. I should have talked to you about it." You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

You did suffer a lot, he knew that. He left with no warning. He would be gone for days on missions with the Blade of Marmora. You rarely had even seen him before he disappeared. Then one morning, you walked to the table for breakfast and asked if anyone knew when he'd be back. Everyone went silent.

Shiro had asked you if Keith talked to you the day before. You didn't even KNOW he was in the castle yesterday. You told them that and asked them why he hadn't visited you. Your shoulders sank and you grew sad. Lance didn't miss that. He let his anger build up. Keith had come and gone without even talking to his boyfriend?! Let alone, left without telling you the big news that would change everything.

Lance got upset screaming, "Are you serious?! He didn't say anything to you?! When I get my hands on him, I make sure he never see's the light of day!" His out burst of anger, which confused you.

Hunk gently explained the Keith was going to be a full time 3 of the Blade of Marmora. Which meant he no longer lived in the castle. You were extremely upset because not only did he left, but he left at the worse possible time.

You were going to start testosterone in a few days. Allura was going to help you with it. You wanted Keith with you through it, but he obviously didn't want to be beside you. You knew he probably wouldn't have found it important, but it meant the world to you.

Its been almost two months since he left.

You felt yourself tearing up again. "You're right. You should have. You ignore me for weeks and then left without a word. I'm guessing you'll have to leave again in a few minutes, so just let me be alone."

You moved away from him. He shook his head. "I don't leave for a couple more days. I want to make it up to you. I know, I've been a shitty friend and boyfriend. I wasn't here to support you through your transition, which I know you wanted me to be by your side through that."

He looked at you in the eyes. You felt weak at the knees. You knew you were supposed to be mad. You knew you should've kicked him out. A couple days wouldn't fix months of damage, but his eyes were always your weakness.

You let a small smile slip and looked down. "Fine. I forgive you, but you can't ignore me again, okay?" Your voice was soft, broken. Afraid to let him in, but knowing you couldn't say no to him. You were still insanely in love with him.

He nodded and grabbed your waist, pulling you on him to straddle him. His hair fell into his face, but he left it. He mumbled in a similar tone, "Never again will I do that, I promise. It was torment for both of us. It broke my heart, even if it didn't seem to."

He closed the gap between you and kissed you passionately. You felt all the pain and love flow through it. You kissed back and ran your hands through his hair.

When you two pulled back, Keiths eyes were red and puffy. Tears were stained to his cheeks as he sighed happily. He leaned his head on your shoulder to rest.

He ran his hand up your sides. He stopped when he felt the outline of your binder. He smiled.

"I'll promise you this, I will be here through every from this moment on. Let's start with getting these awful things gone..." he slid his hands to the front of your chest to feel your heartbeat. "...so you don't have to wear this uncomfortable thing." You laughed and hugged him.

"I missed you." You whispered quietly, relaxing under his grip. He held you closer and kissed your neck. "I missed you too."

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