Thing Called Life | Keith X Reader

A Daughter's Dream

"(Y/N), you're hogging the blankets," Keith groggily chuckled.

"What do you mean, I only have one blanket, you have the other two, I'm freezing my butt off over here," you groaned as you turned yourself over to face the man on your shared bed.

"Well, I need all three," he smirked. He pulled you into his chest, nuzzling his head in your (H/C) hair. He maneuvered the blankets so they would fit over the both of you. He laid his hand across your body, pulling you closer, your back against his chest.

"Hey, babe?" He whispered as he adjusted his shoulders.

"Yeah?" You responded, trying to stay awake.

"I love you," you could sense the smile behind his words. You instantly jolted upwards.

"Really!" You squealed.

"With all of my heart, and then some," he pinched your nose, getting you to chuckle. Your face was burning from the blush spreading across your face.

"I love you too," you flashed all of your teeth. He cupped your cheeks in his hands.

"I know," he smiled before he engulfed you in a kiss, more passionate than one you'd ever shared before. This kiss was full of love and desire.

Suddenly, your vision became blurry, and you were back in reality. You'd waken up in a hotel that you'd crashed in for the night. You had some left over cash to subside you for a while, but not much. You sat up on the bed, scratching your head as you yawned. You stared at the white wall that was located in front of you.

"It was just a dream," you sighed as you rested your head in your hands. These were the common moments when you regretted your decision of leaving, but it always made you remember why you left, Lance. Or rather, the fact that you'd kissed each other.

You got off the bed, grabbing a hoodie that helped you hide the purple blotches that continued to pop up on all of your limbs. The other reason you'd left, the possibility that you were galra. You'd yet to find out if you were galra, but how exactly were you supposed to? You threw on the rest of your clothes and left the hotel, not sure what the rest of the day would have in store for the runaway paladin.

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The red paladin sat at the edge of your bed, pushing the heel of his palms into his eyes. You'd been gone for a week and he already felt like you'd been gone for a year. Every time they went out on a mission, he made sure to ask every civilian if they had seen any sign of you. But, when they all said no, he grew more and more depressed, losing hope that you'd ever return. He grabbed one of your pillows, tightening his embrace on it.

"It still has her scent," he spoke. He was stopped by a subtle knock on the door.

"Is it okay if I come in?" The blue paladin spoke. He gave a silent nod and continued staring down at the floor. Lance sat beside him.

"You really like her? Don't you?" He asked.

"I don't think we should be talking about this together," Keith suggested.

"Why not?" He looked a bit taken back.

"Do you not remember the whole, I should have kissed her fight?" He huffed.

"I need to apologize for that, I was just protective over her, I still am, I over-reacted, she's like a little sister to me, if she wants to be with you, and you the same, then I'll support you both," he comforted.

"You're really okay with that?" Keith responded.

"Of course, I just want to make sure you both are happy, you're both my family," Lance smiled. "So back to the question at hand, you really like her?"

"I don't know," he sighed.

"What do you mean, you've been in her room every morning and every night reliving your favorite memories, you make it seem like she's dead?" He queried.

"Because, for all we know, she might be, and it's all my fault," Keith whimpered.

"How is it your fault?" Lance questioned.

"Because, I didn't tell her I loved her when I had the chance, and now, she's gone, because I kept badgering her about being a galra," he began pressing his eyes into his palms again.

"Hey," Lance rubbed Keith's hunched over back, "It wasn't you, she probably just wanted her personal bubble back, and wanted to get away from it all for a little bit, but trust me, she'll be back before you know it."

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"Sir, I believe we've found your daughter, she's currently walking the streets of The Boulevard," a guard spoke. "She looks to be in a rush."

"Where does she look to be going?" A growly voice queried.

"She looks like she's going to the cáfe, it would take us a few ticks to get there," he answered.

"Go there, and bring her back, I've been waiting to see (Y/N) for a while," the voice answered.

"Yes Zarkon, sir," the guard saluted. "We'll round up a team to go down and bring her back."

"Good, time for some good old fashion father-daughter bonding time."