Keith with soul mate aus?
f UCK YES GO d this was so self indulgent fuck--
Was this just a straight up scenario? Maybe I’ll write it better as one later♡
Edit: fu c k this was long--
2nd Edit: Wow I’m so sorry-- this is really bad I’m sldjfsdjfls
3rd Edit: I NEED TO STOP THIS HERE IF YOU WANT A CONTINUATION, LET ME KNOW.
– Ryan
• He, just as everyone else in the universe does, stares at the tattoo on his inner wrist.• No, not everyone’s is on their wrist, but his is.• And he wonders to infinity and back, who you are, and what you’re like• An intricate pattern, that flows and curves fluidly over his skin-- is that a reflection of your personality?• As days go by, he wonders why he even has one. It’s a promise that someone exists for him, yes, but he’s almost certain no one would want him with all the danger he comes with.• Sometimes he wonders if he deserves a soulmate.
• You, caught in a galactic war for the freedom of everyone alike, fight alongside the Blades of Marmora, despite not being an ounce Galran.• Your story is quite curious, as you don’t act as a Blade at all.• During a mission, the Blades had rescued you, but left you orphaned. • You are a product of battle, a result of it’s violence.• So having had contact with Galrans since a young age, you tend to fight, and think like them.• You’re reminded of your tattoo only when you remove your suit for the night, and you look at yourself in the mirror• Just under your jaw, on your neck, it sits there, flowing over your skin in tight, intricate curves• And just under that, a mass of scars that litter your body.• Your soulmate, whoever he or she may be back on earth, would never accept someone as hardened as you from this war.• Its thoughts like this which just reinforce to you that you’re better off without a soulmate.
• But it was a fateful battle, and fate wasn’t going to just sit by.• Battle was horrific, but that never stopped the Blades, and it wasn’t going to stop you. It never did.• Knowing that, Kolivan, who had just returned from his encounter with Voltron and its Paladins, grits his teeth as he delivers orders and directs you through the battlefield.• You find it difficult to maneuver through the debris, clouds of dust and dirt obscuring your vision and making it difficult to locate the natives under attack.• You’re able to take down a druid, and a couple of droids as you direct some civilians to safety.• It’s then that you hear a gruff “watch out!” as the last of the survivors pile into the ship, and you’re tackled to the ground.• There’s a shock that surges through your body, but you think of it as nothing more than an impact from the body that tackled you.• The figure takes no time in acting, slicing at the assailant beside you, driving his Blade into his chest.• But the situation isn’t what confuses you-- it’s the boy’s stature.• He’s built just a bit bigger than you, maybe a little leaner, but by no means matches that of a Galran. Yet he wields a Blade?• As Voltron sweeps in, the enemy begins their retreat, leaving Voltron to take the battle into the sky.• “No time for dawdling,” Kolivan husks through the comms, “tend to the wounded, and clean up the stragglers.”• The battlefield was rather barren-- a stark contrast to the lush forest it used to be.• There aren’t many enemies left behind, just those too wounded to recover, and it was easy to be done with them.• After following orders, you and the mystery Galran beside you return to the ship, where Kolivan meets you.• “The natives are being taken care of in the medbay. We’ll remain a couple cycles until they can get back on their feet. In the meantime, do what you can, of course, with the help of Voltron.”• Kolivan takes his leave, as he has enough to report back to Shiro, leaving you both alone.
• Keith nods to Kolivan in affirmation before turning to look at the Blade beside him.• Wielding no Blade, they shouldn’t be at all a part of the Blades of Marmora, but that just brings up a whole slew of questions.• But before any of them can come out of his mouth, you’ve already removed your mask and drawn your hood to reveal your face• And everything that Keith had ever known was shaken, right to his core.• Air caught in his throat as he tried to draw in a breath, but he suddenly felt as though he were under water.• Time slowed, but he was hit with time all at once. Flashing in his mind were images of the past, and a future, that filled him with warmth.• Security.• In a rush, he removed his own mask and hood, before placing his hand over his wrist.• And in an instant, your eyes locked to his, and you took a sharp breath in.• Suddenly you were lost, in a sea, in a forest, in a ravine-- but you weren’t alone. • Everything that felt broken within you were sutured, fused together with not just you, but a completion of something whole.• The tattoo beneath Keith’s suit glowed, and he did his best to remove it, to watch the spectacle• You watch, drawn to it, amazed. Your hand finds your neck, pulling at your suit to reveal your own tattoo.• Keith’s eyes watched the whole time, as your fingers delicately, almost midlessly, pulled your suit from your neck. Your tattoo shines just as brightly as his does.• As they glow, the flowing patterns seem to move, as if water stuck by a droplet, they ripple.• You’re lost in a trance that has your eyes flutter shut, and a voice deep inside you whispers a single name that seems to make your heart melt.• Slowly opening your eyes, you see Keith must have gone through the same experience.• It’s not until the glow dies that you see the tattoo has morphed, now to spell your name across his wrist.• You can’t see the tattoo across your neck, but you don’t need to read it to know his name.• It already sits on your tongue, sweet, and alive.• “Keith..”• He shudders as his name passes your lips, striking him as the most profound thing to ever hit his ears.• It was like it was no longer his-- that it now belonged to you.• “[Y/n].”• His voice seeps into you-- your skin, your spirit, your ears, your heart.• It’s so reassuring. It’s so secure. • Without thinking, you look at him, and ask, “Did my tattoo glow, too?”• You asked with such childish enthusiasm, Keith couldn’t help but chuckle. It was rejuvenating just to hear your voice.• “It did. Brighter than any star.”