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Do you write ship stuff? Or just 'X Reader' fics? If so, I'd love to see an angsty fluff Lancelot fic, maybe Lotor is a prisoner in the Castle and he has a panic attack and Lance helps him? Idk it's just an idea

hi love, I just read your ask,, I write ‘x reader’ stuff. I’m sorry 😞😞 but thank you so much anyway for requesting. Feel free to request anything else you want to.💞💞

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Until I Met You [Keith x Reader]

requested: yes! this was QUITE the thing to write!

genre: soulmate!au

pairing: keith kogane x reader

word count: 3438

plot: After 17 years of seeing in black and white, (Y/N) finds her soulmate, Keith, and things become as better as they could have ever been.

warnings: death, some cursing, SLIGHT (seriously is almost nothing, I don’t feel comfortable writting about this stuff hehe) sexual content and the feels man.

There it was again: a rainbow. Everyone in your surroundings had stopped in their tracks and were staring at it; some of them even taking pictures. You couldn’t help but wonder, how did the rainbow look to have so many people enthralled by it? What was so special about it that it was worth a picture? And, chiefly, how did the colors look like in the rainbow?

You knew this curse you were holding was because it would be the way you’ll find your soulmate. But, was it really worth it? Not being able to see the marvels of color and how they exhilarate the world’s days?

For your whole life you searched for your significant other, but is was of no use. 17 years of life without being able to see the different shades of colour. 17 years of your life without knowing if your clothes were matching or not, and for what?

The rain was not something anusual in your hometown, specially in this time of the year, where summer storms happened at least once a week.

That day was like no other, you have forgotten your umbrella at your house so the rain had drenched your outfit, shirt stuck to your upper body, while you were making your way towards work after a long day at school. Hopefully you might have left something in your work’s locker that you could change into so that the uncomfortable feeling of wet fabric wouldn’t have to be a burden during the rest of the day.

You were volunteering at a kindergarden until night for those kids whom parents had late work hours. It started at three p.m and ended at eight p.m. Parents had the option of leaving their kids during the whole time or fetching them when it was more convenient for them. Some kids staying until the last minute, while others leaving 10 minutes after their school hours had finished.

Being honest, you really enjoyed your work; it was what motivated you during the day. Watching the kids play with one another, smiling, and sharing laughs and giggles lightened up your mood. Maybe it was because it made you remember about your happy childhood when nothing really mattered, not even the fact that you couldn’t perceive color, and when life was a blessing: no problems, all good and happy vibes.

You arrived there 6 minutes later than you should; not that it was a problem for the rest of the volunteering group, but you were already annoyed, and this annoyed you even more.

You had already changed when you heard Madison shouting your name while making her way towards you and hugging you tightly once her little legs had reached to where you were. Madison was a 4-year-old little girl. Pale skin and short golden locks. Eyes as big as plates which shone as stars but had the color of the ocean. You really couldn’t see how she looked like, how gorgeous people said she was because of this, but the way her eyes showed so much elation, was all you needed for believing she was the most cherful person in the whole planet.

You were crouched to her level, so that both of you could look properly into each others eyes. She was smiling, showing the little gap between her front teeth.

“Did you know someone new is coming today?” Her words surprised you. Someone new? You didn’t know people enjoyed staying up until late everyday just to take care of some children; you have always thought you were one of the few ones that did.

“No. I didn’t know. Are you excited? We might have someone to add to our princess squad after all.” You replied. Smiling as well. Her happiness taking away the nuisance that was consuming you moments ago.

“YES! It will be so much fun! I can’t wait for her to arrive.” Madison then giggled and grabbed your hand. She was taking you to your usual spot: a little playground in the back of the building that had the tower you used to pretend was your castle. There, it seemed as if you escaped the ordinary word and became the cousin of the princess of Neurlia, a made up place by Madison’s creative mind, while the little girl was said princess. You both would spend hours there, laughing and creating a shield from the people around you.

“But princess Madi you can’t marry a prince if you are not in love with him.” You said, playing along to the story she had created.

“It’s for the sake of my kingdom, Lady (Y/N), there is no other way” she dramatically said, putting the back of her right hand infront of her forhead. You held back the laugh that was about to scape your lips.

That’s when Laura, your boss and organizer of this project, made her way towards you with a boy, though it was Madison who took notice of this and informed you about it. You looked up then, and locked eyes with the boy. And suddenly you felt as if your heart had stopped beating and were lost again, only that this time, not in the fantasy world of princesses and princes were Madison and you were trapped moments ago. You were lost in a world of amazement and relief. You were being able to see the color of the boy’s eyes. What color they were? you had no idea, all you knew, was that it was your new favorite color.

He was shocked too. He had believed that the whole soulmate thing was all a lie and that, the reason because he couldn’t see color, was because he was color blind or because of some medical condition that couldn’t be cured. But seeing you there, looking into his eyes as if he had been the solution of all your problems lighted up a spark of hope in his heart. He was intrigued by you; no one during his whole life had made him feel that way.

And so were you. You were so drawned to the boy infront of you that for a moment, you forgot that you both weren’t the only living people in the world. But then, you started noticing how the color of his eyes was not the only one you could see, but also his skin and hair color, and how bright of the kindergarden was. You started looking all around you, not being tired in the slightest of this new discovery of yours.

Then, you looked towards were Madison was. The little girl was so confused about the whole situation. But you just focused in her eyes which were said to be the color of the ocean. And, if the ocean really looked like that you couldn’t wait for meeting with it again. Her hair was so bright, and full of light, it mirroed the small girl’s personality. Was that how the sun looked like? You looked up to the sky, but it was covered in clouds, which color was almost sad; nothing new for you to see. Nevertheless, you weren’t affected by it, as the smile on your face was as bigger as it had ever been.

Laura cleared her throat, clearly figuring out that something had happened between the two of you. Her eyes fidgeting between your’s and the boy’s ones, which were, once again, locked into each others.

“So (Y/N)” she said, making your head turn slowly in her direction. You realized that her hair was the color of the trees and her eyes a shade lighter than her hair. Also, that she used very jazzy make up. When you smiled at her, showing that you were paying attention to whatever she was about to say.

“This is Keith Kogane. He will be working with us during the whole the year, if not more. I was showing him around and you were the last one for him to meet.” In the loss of words, you smiled again, and looked at Keith one more time while still smiling, only to find he was smiling at you too. Not even realizing that your boss was no where to be seen.

“My name’s Madison. But (Y/N) calls me Madi. Would you like to play with us?” It was Madison’s turn to speak up, inviting the boy who’s name you had learned was Keith into the kigndom of Neurlia.

He laughed a little, and your heart melted even more.

“Yeah, sure.” Keith said. Not only his laugh was melody to your ears but also his voice. Deep and rough but calmed at the same time.

Seconds, minutes and one or maybe even two hours passed by and, nonetheless to the fact that it was a little more uncomforable than those times you had spent alone with the golden haired girl, it was something you were willing to do again more frequently.

Once it was eight p.m and Madison had already been fetched by her mother, a woman in her early thirties, Keith and you made your way out of the building. An uneasy silence made it’s way towards the air; both, Keith and you, not knowing from where to start talking. Should they start from the part when they both started seeing color, or from where Madi and you played together and had an amazing time recreating the scenary of princesses and princes.

“So. Umm. You are my soulmate?” He speaks, and internally cringes at how stupid the question was. But then you giggled, and an instantaneous smile appeared in his face. It was weird for him to smile, but he couldn’t help it, something about you made him happy in ways he couldn’t describe.

“Yes, seems like it” you replied.

Keith offered to walk you home which you gladly agreed to. During the walk you talked about what did each other like and found out you had the same taste in music and were very drawned by it for the same reasons: it was the only way you could express yourself, apart from writing. Art has never really astound any of you, but had really intrigued you your whole life, and now, that you were both able to see color and how supposedly artist could play with so easily and flowly, you organized a date at an art museum and exchange numbers to set a date.

After that day, you noticed Keith more. He was in some of your classes but you, surprisingly, have never seen him before. It was weird for your friends that you had taken interest in the loner of the school with all the boys that were trying to get your attention. But when you explained to them that he was your soulmate, thing turned around. They helped you with colors: telling you what was the name of the specific colors you asked about.

Keith and you had talked during the following day and sat together at some of the clases you shared. Conversation flowing as if the two of you had been friends since the beginning of time. At the afternoon, walking together to the kindergarden where Madison was waiting for you to go into the world of fantasy with her; it was a routine.

The day of your date at the museum arrived and you were thrilled. You couldn’t wait for four o'clock to arrive and once it did, you rushed out of your house towards said museum.

Your parents were so amused by the fact that you had found your soulmate and told you, again, the story about their meeting once the news escaped your mouth. They had always wished for your happiness.

You arrived at the museum and catched your breath before entering the enourmous building.

“Keith! Hi! Where you waiting for me for a long time? I’m sorry if I arrived la-”

“No, no. I arrived here two minutes ago. Let’s go and make the best out of this.” he said, linking his arm with you. This caused your cheeks to burn and a smile painted your face.

The whole time constisted in both of you looking at paintings or pieces of art, complementing the colors and the different techniques artist used. Once in a while he would crack a joke, and you would respond with a witty remark, causing the both of you to burst out laughing earning angry glances from the other spectators.

“Oh shit, look at the time. My parents are going to murder me.” you said, causing Keith to laugh.

“Let’s walk you home then.” and with that you left.

“Which was your favorite one?” you asked with hopes of creating one of those conversations that delighted you that much.

“mmm I don’t think I have a favorite one. Everything was awesome. The colors, techniques. I never thought I would like art that much. What about you? Do you have a favorite one” he answered, clearly showing how much he enjoyed the time you spent there.

“Same as you. Each one of them were so amazing. I couldn’t get enough of them! Though I loved the painting with pastel colors the most.” You said making emphasis in the word love.

By the end of the conversation you realized you had arrived to your house and were standing at your front porch.

“Do you wanna come in?” you said “After all, none of us had eaten yet”.

He smiled. “Sure, yes.”

And with that, you opened the door with your keys to find your parents waiting for you by the living room.

Your face dropped and you cursed under your breath, making Keith emit a light chuckle.

“(Y/N)! How did the da- oh! You brought him home” Your mother spoke up, making her way towards Keith who was standing a few feets behind you.

You smiled awkardly, regretting having invited him in the first place. How could you forget about the exsitance of your own parents.

“So, you are Keith! (Y/N)’s been talking nothing but wonders about you. And let me tell you she was right when she said you were hansome.” your eyes popped out at the sudden confession of your mom, cheeks as red as the sofa from where your dad was standing up.

The boy blushed, looking shyly in your direction. You shrugged; after all, what your mother was saying was true.

Keith and your dad shook hands, and you were surprised that your father was having a smile on his face instead of a frown or a disapproving look like most father’s have when they met their daughter’s date.

“(Y/N), honey, we were waiting for you to come so that the three of us could eat, but now that Keith is here, we should all eat together.” you nodded and smiled, Keith doing the same as you and helped your mother by setting the table up.

Dinner went amazingly. Your parents talking about anecdotes from not so long ago or asking Keith about his life. He told them he was living with his mother and that his father died when he was a kid and how much he loved the stars. Also, that if possible, he would like to study something related to that in the future.

Once everyone finished with their meals, you dragged Keith to you back garden where you laid on you backs while watching the night sky.

“Do you see that constelation over there?” he asked, while pointing up to the sky.

“Yes. What about it?” you said, now sitting up and looking down at him.

“That’s my favorite constellation. My mom used to go away from home a lot to work when I was younger and she told me that everytime I looked up to the sky and saw that constellation, wherever she was, she would be looking at it too; thinking about me while I was thinking about her.” he replied. Still looking up to the stars, but now in the same position as you were. You, in the other hand, were looking at him. The way the light of the moon and stars was displayed on his face and made him look one hundread times better than usual.

And then, he turned to look at you, and found you already looking at him. Your eyes holding so much love and admiration he believed this was all a dream. You looked beautiful; hair falling perfectly, cheeks a little red because of how flustrated you were. You were everything he was looking for and that’s why he started leaning in; you doing the same. Faces inches away from each other, hestitating if it was really the time to do this. Keith decided to take the risk by closing the little gap between the two of you.

His lips were as soft as pillows, and as gentle as the big hoodies you use for sleeping. Your lips, were more than what Keith had imagined; plump and sweet as candy. You both tasted of strawberries, being that what you both had for dessert, making the kiss even better.

It did not take long for your hands to travel from where they were resting in his thighs, up to the back of his head, where his hair was; exploring the mess of soft black locks you had waited to touch for weeks now. He moaned a little in the kiss, loving the feelin of your fingers in his hair while he hugged your waist.

You broke apart with smiles in both of your faces and giggles erupting from both of your throats.

The next monday you made it official to your friends, that were then also Keith’s friends.

Things, were great. Keith would take you out on dates every so often, or sit with you in class, he would go to study to your house, which always ended up in making out, or you would even go to his house where you had met his mom. You two would share loving glances or pecks on the lips while walking down the school hallway. He completed you in ways no one will, and you completed him in ways no one could.

That day, was one of those days where the black haired boy and you were making ouy in your room even though he had went to your house to study after the volunteering hours in the kindergarden. It had been a year and a half since you both first met and it was a procedure for him to be there at your house. Your parents were out in one meeting of their work, trusting Keith and you enough to stay home alone.

The heated kiss was leading somewhere you two had never experienced, at least not together, as Keith’s hands were tugging at the end of your shirt wanting it off. That’s when you pulled away from him. This would be your first time, and even though you were comfortable enough with Keith, you were still afraid. Keith noticed this and smiled softly at you.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I can wait for you, as long as you want.” You melted at his words and kiss him softly.

“Yes. I’m sure.” you replied. And after a moment of silence he spoke up.

“I love you, you know” and then kissed you again.

“I love you too” you said in between kisses.

The next morning, Keith was no where to be seen. You only had a text message from him telling you that he would meet you at school.

The day went as usual only that that time you would go alone to the kindergarden because he had to go and help his mom with something.

You were there, at the top of the tower in the playground playing with Madi, feeling odd with not having Keith by your side whilst playing with her. When suddenly, the color of Madison’s eyes which you were looking into, turned black again; as the rest of the things that surrounded you. And that’s when you knew something had happened to Keith. The little girl might have noticed the look in your face beacuse she asked what happened.

“Keith” was all you said. “Something happened to Keith.”

And with that you were running towards his house as fast as you have ever run. And were broken to find his mom, crying in her knees with her phone resting on her hand. You approached her, putting your hand on her back. Tears threatening to escape but not yet letting them do so.

When she looked at you, you knew your suspections were right. The broken look in her eyes gave it away; Keith had died. And the color in your life, is now forever lost.