I sighed in bliss as I rest back on my hands, my feet hanging off of a very small ledge into some crystal clear water, looking up at the sun as it shone brightly in the sky. I heard grass shifting somewhere behind me but chose to ignore it, smiling softly as I remembered what home was like.
"There's someone else here..." It was a voice, a guy's voice, in English. I sat up straight in surprise, quickly turning around to look at him. Human...he was human. Dark hair, around my age, mullet, dressed in a red and white space suit. "Hey...uh, not here to hurt you, just-"
"Human..." I breathed out, amazed and relieved. He furrowed his eyebrows, relaxing ever so slightly. "You're from Earth..."
"You...know about Earth...?" I quickly nodded, standing up and hurrying over to him.
"I-I'm from Earth, I've been gone for like four years-" Something seemed to hit him with realisation.
"You're the girl from the first mission involving Cadets-" I frantically nodded, stood literally a foot from him.
"Is there a way you can take me back there? I miss home so much..." He briefly nodded before I smiled, seeing his face tint red ever so slightly.
"I'm Keith, by the way." He held out a hand to me, hesitantly, although I quickly took it and shook.
"(Y/n), it's a pleasure."
"We're currently having a wormhole problem, so, I guess you're coming with me to find my friends-"
"There's more people from Earth, nearby?" Keith nodded and I smiled, quickly taking his hand and dragging him back the way he came with a bright smile.
"Then let's go find them!"
I stared in awe at the area around us, Keith was leading his lion into this large White Castle, which doubled as a battle-ship. once we had arrived at the castle, Keith told me I could have a wander around and explore, and if I needed him to just look for the control room.
I had been wandering for about an hour before poking my head into a room where a flurry of voices was coming from.
"Who the hell is that-"
"Um, Keith, do you happen to have a change of clothes I can borrow...?" I asked, awkwardly standing in the doorway. He chuckled and shook his head before walking over to me as he spoke.
"Not that would fit you...we can clean yours." I smiled as he gently turned me around and walked me out of the room and towards what I could have assumed was his room. "I've got a pair of shorts that might fit you, and a t-shirt...I can find those, you can change, and I'll go get your clothes cleaned." I smiled and nodded, dropping onto his bed once he had opened the door. He searched through the drawers under the bed and handed me a pair of shorts before finding a (loose on me) black t-shirt. I offered him a smile before playfully pushing him out of the room. I quickly stripped down and dressed myself in Keith's clothes, removing everything including my underwear and bra since they needed cleaning too. Keith re-entered the room just as I pulled the shirt to cover my stomach.
"Sorry..." He quickly muttered, looking down to the floor.
"It's fine, I'm done anyway. Hey..." Keith looked up again, noticing the pile of my clothes. "I like the blade." He tilted his head curiously before I pulled it from under his pillow.
"How'd you know that was there?"
"I fell when I was taking my jeans off...and it fell on the floor..." He chuckled and shook his head. "I've got one too." I held up my one with a smile. He tilted his head, taking mine from my hand.
"It's...the same..." I nodded, although pointing to the cloth wrapped around the handle.
"My mom left it to me when my dad died, said it might be useful, the wrap was my dad's doing."
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I screamed a little as I rounded a corner and found Keith, soon laughing it off.
"Keith, hey, you scared me!" I laughed, causing him to chuckle, clearly contemplating something in his head. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, and his hands were gripping the base of my waist, where they met my hips. I froze for a moment, my hands pressed against his chest in surprise. It didn't take me long to relax into it, my hands sliding up his body and over his shoulders, running one of my hands through his hair. Keith pulled away enough to rest his forehead against mine with shallow breaths.
"So, um, I'm part Galra..." I stared up at him, trying to figure out where he was going with this. I slowly nodded with a smile.
"Okay...? How is this relevant to anything?" I was. still smiling, although now amused with confusion. Keith leaned back a little and tilted his head.
"You...don't hate me?" I shook my head with a laugh.
"Where do you think I got my blade from?" Keith's eyes widened and I continued to smile. "My dad's Galra, which makes me half Galra." I smiled, tilting my head innocently. "Because you have a blade, my guess is someone close you is Galra, or at least part, and since you know your dad is human, I'm going to guess your mom's Galra." Keith gently placed his lips on mine again, with a very soft smile and a chuckle.
"Your're adorable when you ramble..."
"Keith!" I whined, laughing as he continued to chuckle, kissing me more and more. I smiled as he continued to pull my body even closer to his.
"Look, we're all going to be gone for a while to do our own little assigned missions, so I'll be gone for some time..." His tone dropped, but he was smiling softly, apologetically. I shrugged with a smile.
"I've got a new blade to play with to keep me busy," Keith chuckled. "I might not even notice you're gone." I playfully spoke, quickly pecking his lips.
Everyone, as Keith had told me, had been gone for some time now, and I had been keeping myself busy in the training room. I'd been in here for a couple of hours, messing with new fighting techniques, having stolen one of. Keith's shirts to train in, which was more efficient than my usual attire. I sighed, hearing Allura down the corridor becoming increasingly stressed, and as I glanced out of the nearest window, I saw why. I shook my head and headed to the one thin gI knew was needed at this point. The Red Lion. I sat silently in t he seat, easily manoeuvring in a way, which I knew was effective.
"Sweetheart~" I teased, laughing.
"(Y/n)??"
"Need a hand?"
