Euphony (Voltron x Reader) DISCONTINUED.

23. In My Arms

(Warning: Extreme smut ahead. Reader is dominant so, have fun. There will be an indication (*) as to where it begins. Recommended that you listen to this song while reading. Thank you for reading.)

Their back had straightened out as it pressed itself against the bed, their body's impression still lingering from the last time they slept in it. It was a stiff mattress, which caused (Y/N) to wake up on the daily with back pain. However, they couldn't really complain for the bed was better than the chilled floor, which always pulsated beneath their feet.

They didn't know what caused the booming energy. They remember something Allura said, but it was so far in their conscience, they couldn't pull it out from the back of their mind. Though, one thing is for sure. The ship was alive.

Sometimes, they would lay on the floor as they did on the bed, and rested their arms beside them. The cool tile caused tingles to run up and down their warm skin, resulting in (Y/N) shivering. It was surely uncomfortable but if they were still enough and focused on the ceiling above them, they could feel the ground beneath them vibrate with energy. They could feel the ship thrive along with them. If they were lucky enough, they could sometimes hear past the walls of the ship, and listen in on the peoples conversations which echoed along the halls.

It's like they became part of the ship itself, feeling what it was feeling. Which, most of them time, was nothing. This little ritual would help keep (Y/N)'s mind tethered to the real world when they felt like escaping it the most.

Today wasn't those days.

(Y/N)'s body was sore, and they could have sworn they had a few broken ribs which needed mending. According to Coran, though, everything was in 'tip-top shape'.

'If everything was in tip-top shape,' They groaned, shifting their shoulders. 'Then why do feel as if I'm dying.'

Once they situated themselves on their bed, they pulled their sheets over their chin, trying their hardest to get comfortable. Their mother always told them and their sister to always focus on the darkness in the inside of their lids and to slow their breathing in order to fall asleep quicker.

Their lids tirelessly drooped, and their breathing slowly grew softer and steady. For the first time in a long while, they were able to rest.

-

"That face of yours," They began. "It's so familiar."

The boy sniffled some as he felt the warmness of their hand run along his face, his nerves being calmed by the heat.

"I would sure hope so. This is the face of someone who loves you."

They stared at the boy, shifting their gaze every so often to examine the different features that masked his face. He was beautiful, and looking in his eyes felt like home. But they knitted their brows together, their memory falling flat of who he was.

He shook his head in terrible heartache, squeezing his eyes tightly as a stream of tears rushed down his face. They could only stand dumbfounded as they watched the sweet boy in front of them self-implode.

"I-I'm sorry, but who are you?"

-
(Y/N) awoken to soft clamoring on their door.

It took them a second to fully grasp their surroundings again. The room was only lit up by a small lamp that rested in the corner, creating a somber atmosphere that harbored (Y/N)'s confusion within its light.

As they tried to recall the dream, it slipped away from their mind, no matter how hard they tried to bring it back.

They wearily sauntered over to the door which seemed to have anxious occupant on the other side.