This story is one of a girl, a girl who from the day she was born seemed to all defy odds, beat every challenge, and achieve greatness.
In this story, Y/N, has many reasons to fall in love with all the boys (and Pidge) whoever your favourite story line is will get the happy ending.
Matt: Your childhood best friend, he's everything to you- he was at least
Shiro: Your friend and for a brief time your commander on the Galaxy Garrison, you've always had a strange bond, is it platonic? Is it romantic? Are you like every other girl who obsesses over him? Does he even see you?
Pidge: Your her brothers best friend, but you were also her rock, her saviour, you still are; in fact.
Lance: What starts with infatuation turns when you two begin a friendship like no other, skin care, training, clowning around; anything!
Hunk: You and him are always trying to take care of each-other, swapping chores until somehow you end up spending hours together- could there be a spark? Or is that the oven breaking?
Keith: As you help The Blade more and more you're constantly assigned as each-other's partners, you're a perfect team, most of the time.
Lotor: After helping to set you free years ago from Zarkon's hands, he hasn't stopped thinking about the girl who was tortures but still tended to the smallest injury on his hand.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.