Oneshots x M! Reader //BSD

•Poe- Grief•

TW: Mention of death, Angst
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Poe is sitting at his desk in his dark office writing in a book when his boyfriend of several years, Y/n, enters the office with a huge grin.

"My love! Mind if I..borrow Karl for a bit?" He asked while leaning on the doorframe.

Poe glances up, a smile spreading across his face. "No, of course, not." He looks at Karl, now putting him in his lover's arms. "Go to your father, Karl... You know he loves you."

"Thanks" Y/n kisses Poe's cheek, before leaving the office with the raccoon in his arms.

Poe watches Y/n leave before his face falls, brows furrowing and mouth curling downwards ever so slightly. "I wish I could hear him say he loved me..." He mutters before shaking his head.

Poe's office was silent for about 15 minutes before the door opened ever so slightly and Y/n's head peered in, "Hey Edgar? Can you take a break for a moment?" He asked.

"Of course, anything for you, my love...?" Poe glances away briefly, looking towards the open book in front of him. "What is it you need, dear?" He asks, eyes wandering back to his boyfriend.

Y/n opens the door and Karl comes in wearing a tutu, holding a mini chocolate cake with his raccoon hands.
"Happy birthday my love" Y/n said kissing Poes cheek.

"Aw, for me?" Poe asks, glancing over at Nikita. "Thank you so much, my darling. You didn't need to."

Before Poe can respond fully, he leans down to pet Karl, looking back up at his boyfriend afterwards with a soft smile. "I love you, Y/n..." He whispers quietly.

"I love you too, Edgar" Y/  kisses the top of Poes head, before gently taking the cake from Karl and putting it on the desk.

"Y/n, I can't thank you enough-" He stops himself short mid-sentence, noticing Y/n's other hand behind his back. "...what are you doing back there..?" He asks, brow raising.

"Oh..this!" Y/n smiles and gets down on one knee before presenting a beautiful ring Infront of Poe. "Will you marry me, Edgar?"

"...of course I will marry you, I'm so in love with you- I- I love you so much- I-" He fumbles over his words. "Goddamnit, I'm crying," Poe chuckles, tears in his eyes. "Of course I will marry you, my love. Of course..."

Y/n giggles and gently slides the ring on Poe's finger. He stands back up and kisses Poe's cheek while wiping his tears away.

...you're... so amazing..." Poe mutters quietly, his voice a bit shaky as he speaks. Tears trail softly down his cheeks and he closes his eyes, completely at peace as he embraces his now fiancé.
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Poe bolts upright on his bed, eyes scanning his surroundings wildly as he tries to find Y/n. "Dammit, damnit, damnit..." He mutters to himself, bringing a hand to his face as he rubs his eyes.

"...gods, it was just a dream... just a dream...." He repeats softly, still rubbing his eyes as he remembers Y/n's absence from this world. A single tear falls down his cheek, quickly followed by many more. And he starts sobbing.

Poe remembers Y/n's favorite food... his favorite music... his eyes... his voice... his smile... his hair... his kisses. Those memories only add to the already-hefty feeling of emptiness.

He's broken, and he feels it. He has no words left in him, only sobs and tears flooding his thoughts. His sobs only grow louder and deeper as he remembers every detail of Poe, from the moment they had met... to his last few moments of life.

He remembers how his life was before Y/n... how he had no direction, no purpose. He was just another poet, one among many others, just waiting for his big break.

Except when Y/n had walked into that coffee shop... what the hell was it called again? It didn't matter.

Once Y/n walked in, they had connected over a common interest, their passion for writing, and everything else fell into place. Y/n, his everything, had walked into Poe's life and filled it with so much purpose and light and joy. And then, without warning...

Y/n had been taken from him, leaving him once more without a purpose.

His writing didn't matter... the fame, the fortune... all of it. What did any of it matter without Y/n at his side? Nothing. And he remembers how empty he felt after his death, how everything seemed dull and dark.

Even his writing had suffered, being mediocre and bland, not at all like the beautiful art Y/n had pushed him to create.

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My first time trying to write angst <3 srry its short (lmao just realized I accidentally put my nickname instead of Y/n in one part oops)