From another world | Keith x reader

Chapter 1

Lying on your bed staring at the ceiling, you huffed for the umpteenth time today. It was a few weeks after graduation and you didn't know what to do with your time. The warm summer breeze brushed past the trees outside your window, it's shadow waving through your room in leafy patches. 

You had binged Voltron twice in a row this week and read all of your favourite fanfics and you were so bored. Your closest friend, (f/n), was on holiday abroad without any wifi so you couldn't pester them, your other friends all had plans, your parents were out and you had already done all the chores and tasks around the house.

Pulling out your phone and gazed at your wallpaper (this had been changed many times this week out of boredom) before turning it off again. You were desperate to find something to do.

Or at least someone to talk to.

(Keith's P.O.V)

Earth seemed different. As I flew around looking for the others, I spotted small little things that weren't like that before. For example, the Galaxy Garrison wasn't there? there was no trace of it ever being there either. Maybe an accident happened and they... buried it? No that's dumb, but there's no other explanation.

Well, maybe I am in the wrong place, my house isn't nearby either.

I changed into my everyday clothes, simply because I haven't warn them in ages and it just seemed like the right thing to do. I'm finally back on Earth and it'd seem wrong being in some space suit armor thing.

I began to feel lightheaded, common for changes in pressure I guess but it did seem more extreme than usual.

I think I really am coming down with some alien illness, if only I could talk with the others.

I tried communicating with them again, nothing but errors and static. It is over 1000 years old so it was bound to fuck up at some point.

I'm about to do another sweep over the area when my eyelids start to feel extremely heavy. I try to keep them open but they eventually stay closed after a blink and I black out.

(Your P.O.V)

After minutes of complaining to yourself about anything that came to mind, you headed to the kitchen to grab a snack. You just got there when you heard a series of clashes coming from the street. You hurry over to the window only to spot-

A Keith cosplayer? why would someone just be out in the street in cosplay?

They were clumsily walking about, knocking into your bins and oh my were they cute! The jacket seemed to fit them perfectly, everything seemed accurately made and is that a reAL KNIFE?

You rushed to the door, swung it open, and hurried over to the either drunk, high, or incredibly clumsy cosplayer to try and help them home. You cant just carry a knife around, no matter if it was in a sheath and just for cosplay.

"Hey! are you okay?" you called, grabbing their attention as the only other person out in the quiet neighbourhood.

"Wha? uh yeah.." the cosplayer held their head then swept their hair from their eyes, showing how 1. their hair was either a hella good wig or their real hair and 2. how their eyes were also amazing contacts or actually fucking purple.

You couldn't help but whisper a small "woah.." as you heard them speak, they sounded just like Keith too?? this is weird.

"YEah, uhh, I'm a bit lost and stuff so could you tell me where the Galaxy Garrison is?" they stumbled through their words as if they were falling asleep.

"The Galaxy Garrison? uhh, wrong universe, my friend" You chuckled

"What? I know it's probably a way away but I'll walk there but I just need to know where to go." They insisted

"Are you being serious?" 

"Yes? why wouldn't I be??" they sounded slightly angrier.

Either this person is dumb or insane. "mate, it doesn't exist" their face fell

"Of course it does! I went there" Their voice began to get louder, they reached to their pocket pouch on their belt and pulled out a wallet, and from that wallet, a card. An ID card like thing for the Galaxy Garrison.

This person has went so far to get their cosplay accurate, they must have hypnotised themselves into thinking they were Keith or something.

"is this real?" you asked, taking it in your hands and examining it. It had "EXPELLED" written hastily in red marker pen over it but underneath it said:

"GALAXY GARRISON ID

Name: Keith Kogane  

Date of birth: October 23rd 2XXX  (the year's like that bc we don't know when voltron is set but it's totally there as an actual year in the story.)

Date of admission: September 7th 2XXX-"

you stopped reading. This shit seems too real, damn we don't even know the year that it's set.

"What's your name?" you asked, looking at the cosplayer again,only now noticing how realistic everything was. You could see the manufacturer's tag in the jacket when the wind blew which wouldn't be in a homemade jacket, they didn't seem to have any makeup on but had Keith's face shape and structure bang on (a realistic version of course) and how their hair seemed to naturally fall in the perfect Keith style.

"I'm Keith, and you may not believe me, but I pilot a space ship robot lion thing that's part of a thing called voltron." He locked eyes with you, intensity swimming in his purple irises, "and I need to find my team" 

"You're... real?" you questioned, immediately slapping yourself for even asking. Of course he wasn't a fucking cartoon character. Here goes that whole 'ha yo-'

"You're right? why wouldn't I be real?" He tilted his head to the side. "this is unimportant, just tell me where the fucking garrison I- is..." his words faded away as he seemed to faint. Panicking, you shot forward and caught him before he fell.

what.

He-

WHAT?

Keith Kogane is real? and in your arms? he was asking for directions? why the fuck is he here? how the fuck is he here? what???????

You shook the questions to the back of your mind and focused on getting Keith inside, but damn was he gonna be interrogated later.

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