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(Hope we can be friends?😭😭😭😭)

| author's note: Probably the angstiest thing I've written in a while, and let me tell ya'll writing this HURT.

♡ wk: 1.4k

♡ genre: hurt no comfort, angst, fluff. briefly based on the conceptuality of skzflix, multiverses & dimensions with/ my own twist

♡ warnings: black!reader, brief mention of pregnancy, major character death.

This by no means is associated with nor based on reality and is heavily fictional.

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His lips sealed over your own, aligning like the ends of a folded letter, pressing together before unfurling. Your eyes fluttered awake, lashes curling up to the heavens, greeting the smokey brown of his irises. Your lungs caved in, holding the air within them captive. A phenomenon that seemed to occur every time your gaze locked on Felix’s doe eyes. 

His cotton candy lips left behind traces of stardust on your mouth. Oh, how you loved the taste of his delicate pink cupid’s bow. How your fingers relished every freckle that danced along his cheeks like constellations breathed into existence by aphrodite. The way his teeth, glistened like sharp pearly stones when he smiled, unraveling a million butterflies in your stomach. The distinct scent clung to his skin whenever he held you tight in his embrace—reminding you vaguely of freshly washed linen and a tinge of citrus, something lemony and sweet. You swore even in darkness, your fingers would map through his features, entwining into his gracefully swept golden treses, and mold your lips to his own.

Felix’s voice rings like a Tibetan bell, a deep sound that pleasantly echos through your ears.“Wakey, wakey!” his knuckles, gently brush your cheek. His words collide with the whirling waves and salty breeze. “Where’d that pretty little head go?” He hums, softly squishing your cheeks between his fingertips. Your response comes out muffled as he laughs, softly squeezing your warm skin. “What’s that? Didn’t hear you.” You’d only frown, your hand grasping onto his arm, and trying to pry him away.

He doesn’t budge. He never does, always teasing you in ways that seem almost cruel. Sweet but cruel. 

Felix’s fingers are soft, lacing through your own like soft yarn on a canvas, capturing the darker skin of your knuckles, the baby blue glossed over your nails, complimenting the ocean that seemed to admire you both from the distance. You’d study his long pale fingers, dusted with fine pink. Silence lingered between the two of you. You fell in love with the things he would never notice about himself. Secrets tethered into your soul, embroidered with a thousand locks. 

Felix can’t help but wonder what spending the rest of his life with you would resemble. He always loved admiring you. The way your plush curves accented the frilly white sundress you put on display for his eyes alone. The way your dark skin glistened like honey beneath the warm afternoon sun. Your coiled bangs occasionally swayed every time a light breeze caressed your face. He knew he couldn’t stay for long; he never did. Out of 365 days every year, time would only grant him the opportunity to spend 91 with you. He could never stay too long, or else he would bend the very pillars of the multiverse. He fell in love with someone in a dimension that he had mistakingly found himself in. He found his home in a place that had never belonged to him.

Felix’s ears pick up the warm sound of your voice, the way your hand softly wraps around his milky wrist, pressing it over your clothed stomach. He’s mildly confused at first, but realization hits him and he swears your smile and hopeful eyes tear his chest open like a scythe summoning upon death. A strong metallic taste fills his tongue as he chokes on the crimson filling his lungs. His eyes are frozen, loving doe brown turned petrified and distant. Your hand begins to shake, assuming the worst, that joy that blooms in your heart fills with wilted sorrow. “Felix…” Your soft voice begins, drowned out by the crashing of waves against the sand. “I…I thought you would…” Your pause, reality falls over you like a thousand bricks, crushing you and the unborn child in your womb. 

“Oh God.”  Your voice breaks. A million faulty syllables bleeding you dry.

Felix instantly takes your hand, holding them against his chest. His pulse thumping beneath your palms. His eyes frantically searched your own, for anything but that terrible despair that filled them. You watched the soft blonde strands tousle as he wordlessly shook his head. “No, no love.” His rich voice thins, you can see he’s desperately trying not to worry you. 

But how could you not worry when everything you built together would fade to ashes?

Felix’s lips plant kisses on your face, his fingers bound to your wrists as you shiver, your mind caught somewhere between denial and grief. “Felix…” Your voice quivers, his name almost unrecognizable when it passes through the air. “N-no…this can’t be…” You shrink, pressing your face into his chest, your breathing falling in short gasps. He’s hardly able to hold it together himself, his entire world swallowed by a current. “It’s okay darling…I’ll-I’ll stay.” You freeze, your fingers trembling as they clutch onto the cotton of his shirt. He stares into your bloodshot eyes and trembling lips, your head urgently shaking. “No. No Felix you know what happens…” You whisper, pleading with him. “Please, anything but this. You can’t stay Felix.” You both knew that you had to follow the rules and that the risk was not worth the consequences. 

Felix smiles it’s strained like the frayed ends of two ropes, hardly bound together. He’s always been too strong for his own good, always carrying more than his arms could hold. “It’ll be okay…sometimes risks have to be taken…I’ll be here with you and the baby for two whole years. Two years and I’ll fade.”

 He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into his lithe frame. A crushed wail forces past your lips. You turn your head, ignoring the prospect. That was not an option. “No…” Hot tears cracked your face open, burning your skin in their descent. “Please Felix don’t do this–please…” 

“No. Listen to me.” His voice was small. Your sunshine turned red and orange splotching like a badly healed bruise and tainting the atmosphere’s skin. “Shh…” His fingers brushed away the salty streaks on your cheeks. “Being with our child for two whole years, and watching them grow up.  Is better than seeing them every 3 months. They would never understand, and I would never live with myself knowing that the rules cannot be bent. I’m risking the consequences.” His wide palm soothingly rubs your back, easing your unsteady breaths.  “I’d rather fade to ashes than live a life without the both of you.” 

Felix wishes he could spend an eternity with you and the baby, he wishes he could’ve broken every law in the universe without any punishments. He knew that if he did not return to his dimension after 91 days, then he would already be considered non-existent, granting him only 730 days of existence before he dissolves to nothingness. He wished he could watch your child grow older, he wished he could meet their friends and pick them up from school. He wished he could match outfits with them and attend every school event. 

But he couldn’t, special relativity would simply falter in ways physics could never demonstrate.

You heard your child’s cries echo down the hallway of your flat. It didn’t sound like the cry she usually gave out when she was hungry or sleepy.  She was screaming at the top her her lungs, shrilly watery sobs tore you out of your bed. Felix was a light sleeper, he would’ve heard her crying and rushed to his child. He would’ve held her in his arms and cooed at her, made her some oatmeal, or changed her diaper. This caused panic to rise in your throat, as you grabbed your fluffy robe curling it around your body.

You rushed into her room. Your heart cracked at the sight of your baby withering her arms. “Mama! M-muma!” You pick her up, as she hiccuped, clinging onto you. “Dada go.” Her words were muffled, against your robe, and her dark brown curls brushed against the nape of your neck. Elise looked so much like her father, from her big brown doe eyes to the soft freckles that spotted her caramel-brown skin. She really was a mini-yongbook. 

“Dada gone?” You turned your head to face Elise, who was clutching onto you. “Elise…where did Dada go…?” Your voice was soft, and your heart was thrashing against your chest, practically threatening to tear a gaping hole right through your ribcage. Elise pointed a small finger to the floor right by her crib. “Dada gone.” She sniffled, her bottom rip quivering. Her eyes were confused. 

“Oh my God….” You sputter out, tears disfiguring your sight. 

There it was an open paper with Felix’s shaky handwriting and a pen placed over it.

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