Is there gonna be a part 3 of the soulmate au?
Keith came back from his regular workout and run around the local park, sweat clinging to his shirt from all the exercise. Ever since his argument with Lance inside the schoolâs gym and outburst about not being anyoneâs first choice, Keith never went back.
Gossip spreads around a lot, and something as juicy and entertaining as this is definitely going to be talked about. He already had  looks and murmurs whenever he walked the campus in between classes which was getting annoying and tedious dealing with the looks of pity and the offers of meaningless sex from soulmarkless guys.
And the things that he usually did to comfort himself when he had a bad day or stressful week wouldnât help at all. It would only be a cruel reminder of the hope that used to have. What heâd normally do is a Disney movie marathon. He would lay next to Lance in their blanket pile in the living room, eating some kettle corn and singing loudly to the songs that play.
Now seeing any movie involving âtrue loveâ and âfairy tale princesâ would only bring even more tears to his eyes. Heâs done  enough crying for a lifetime. There is only so many times he could ask Shiro to buy him more tissues and cookies before even he wasnât going to let him wallow in tears anymore.
Which is why when his brother threw his jogging clothes at him a hour ago. He woke him up from his long nap saying, âGet your lazy ass out of bed and work off all the birthday cake and ice cream! Thereâs only so much empty ice cream buckets I can see in the trash before I wonder if you still have any more lactaid pills! Now go, shoo!â
He goes through two buckets of ice cream and suddenly his brother is concerned about his lactose intolerance pills consumption.
Opening up the door to their shared house and finding it devoid of any people wasnât anything surprising since Shiro was currently spending time with his boyfriends. Heading up to his bedroom and setting his gym bag to the side, he opened up his drawer just to find that it was empty of the expected clothes. The state of the other shelves, his closet, and even the dirty laundry basket was absent of any clothes that he could have changed into.
It seemed that his âbelovedâ brother planned from the start when he suggested he go  to the gym for a work out. No doubt his boyfriends helped him out in the theft of his clothes.
He was going to get back at them for this. Maybe with a off of their eyebrows.
Attempting to try to break into his brotherâs room was thwarted by a well timed text from said person saying that he took his clothes too as he suspected that this could happen. Â He would put the lockpicking lessons with Adam to good use if there were actually any reason to go in there, since his asshole of a brother made sure to strip the entire apartment of anything wearable, even his own room.
Keith was going to make his hair match his old age and that tuft of hair if it was the last thing he did but for now, stealing from his snack stash would have to suffice.
Before could even start his siege on the pantry for the not so hidden oreo stash, he noticed a envelope taped to the door. His name was written in neat cursive on a light blue envelope.
Looking around suspiciously for any hidden cameras, Keith reluctantly opened up the envelope and read its contents aloud.
âThe honor of your presence is requested at the Starlight Ball, a fairytale brought to life. The prince hopes to see the esteemed guest of honor grace everyone in his best attire as fitting of his beautiful personality.â Keith muttered before before throwing the card onto the table, tears threatening to fall as it just reminded him that life wasnât going to be the storybook tale that he dreamed of having..âIf this is some sort of prank, Shiro, Iâm not falling for it! Fairy tales and Prince Charmings donât exist and itâs cruel of you to send me something like this!â he yelled.
Heâs infuriated. From his clothes getting stolen to the stupid card mocking him over his heartbreak. Itâs a cruel reminder that he was never meant to have a soulmate. That Lance would never have loved him anyway⊠if he had, he would have already come by with his beat up blue car as soon as he found out that they shared soulmarks.
It had been more than a week since it happened. He wasnât ready to entertain the possibility of a secret admirer wanting to be his new âprinceâ . He preferred to just wallow in his tears or angrily hit something non-sentient. Or whoever was the shitlord of a higher being that was responsible for fucking with his already miserable life by ringing the doorbell incessantly. If someone came up to his face saying that they were his guardian angel or fairy godmother or some bull crap, they were going to get a fist to their face.
Opening up the door to give them more than a mindful for messing with him, he didnât expect to see Allura. Sheâs dressed up in a white shimmering dress that adorned with gems making it sparkle in the dark. Her long hair was delicately pinned up and curled, framing her masked face, making her look more sublime than she already was.
Keith stared at her with his mouth agape at how ethereal she looked. He was so struck by her standing in front of his house that he didnât notice the box that she was holding in her hand. Only by waving her realistic looking wand in front of his face did she catch his attention, his violet eyes looking up at her blue ones.
âAllura, what the heck are you doing here dressed up like that?â he said, gesturing to her entire outfit with confusion.
âAh ah ah, Iâm not this Allura that you speak of but rather your Fairy Godmother for the night. I am here to get you ready for the ball!â she said enthusiastically before pushing her way inside the house, nudging him with the corner of the box over and over.
âI know itâs you so stop this stupid Fairy Godmother crap. And stop poking me with that stupid box! Iâm not going to that stupid ball or party or whatever it is!â he yelled out, shoving the box away from his side, noting that it said Dylanâs Fairytale Fashions.
Looking at him disgruntled, she tapped him on the top of his head with her wand before saying, âYou are going to the ball whether you like it or not! And if I must force you, I shall!â She said smugly, showing the kitchen fiasco at last yearâs Thanksgiving, an event that only very few people were privy to.
There is a reason why Allura never lets Keith and Shiro cook anymore, due to the event Lotor dubbed the âBroganes Explosive Thanksgiving of 2014.â Everyone knew that Shiro wasnât the best with but the pair naively thought that Keith would be able to make it at least edible.
The pictures of that fateful night showed the entire kitchen in disarray: with the crockpot exploded and its contents dripping on the floor, the counters a complete mess, and Kosmo on top of the table as he demolished the turkey.
Scratch shaving Shiroâs eyebrows. Heâd just make sure that his older brother wonât be able to populate the world with his spawn, using their weekly dodgeball game as a excuse to maim him . Heâd apologize to Adam later, once he was done being mad at Shiro. Right in that moment, he glared at Allura who was barely batting at eye at his glowering face., It was almost as if she couldnât tell that he was willing her dress and that box to catch on fire. That or she didnât care. She knew that she had the upper hand.
Glaring at her for a few more seconds, he eventually caved and yanked the box out of her hands. He ignored her excited giggle before he stomped his way up to his room and tossed the box onto the bed before forcing it open. Tossing the tissue paper towards the trash can, he took out the outfit from the box.
Staring at the ruby suit jacket in front of his eyes. It was embroidered with care at the ends of his sleeves, and uncomplicated white design, beautiful in itâs simplicity. She must have known Keith wasnât particularly fond of anything flashy and eye catching. In fact, within the entire outfit, the majority of it was simple in a beautiful way. With a black shirt and pants to go with his ruby vest and jacket.
What caught his eyes the most was the light blue mask and flower that was underneath the outfit. It somehow didnât clash with the style of the outfit. He put on the provided clothes and saw how he looked into the mirror. Keith had to admit, that looked really good in it, tailored to his body in all the right places.
There was no denying that he certainly looked like he came out of a fairy tale with the way he dressed. Almost as if he was actually was going to a ball to meet his one and onlyâŠ
Just because his âFairy Godmotherâ was forcing him to go to the ball didnât mean that he had to actually meet his âPrince Charmingâ and dance away into the night with him. He could just go for the free food and call it a good night. That said , he should at least wrangle up his hair into something manageable. So he tied  it up before walking out into the living room.
Seeing that Allura was still standing there and with a giddy look on her face, he frowned as he tapped his foot impatiently.
âSince you are so eager to make go to this ball, I assume that you have a way for me to get there? Or do you expect me to go there on my motorcycle?â he huffed.
âThere is no possible way that I would let you ruin that outfit that was painstakingly made just for you by going on your motorcycle! Your ride is waiting for you outside!â
And in a flurry of a crapton of dress floof and almost being taken down by Alluraâs voluminous hair, he followed after her with a resigned sigh. He stepped out of his apartment, making sure to lock it behind him before turning to look at his ride.
Thereâs  a grandiose carriage in front of him, elegant in its silver and gold design. And true to the theme of Cinderella, footmen and a driver for the carriage were waiting for him, the door already opened for him to enter the simple but elegant seating.
He turned to look at Allura with wide eyes before asking, âYou really didnât hold back when you prepared for this did you?â
She smiled before pulling him into a hug, replying, âDonât be afraid to try something new just because you were hurt and afraid of what the future holds. Have courage, Keith.â
As she stepped back, Keith looked at her nervously. He was afraid of what was waiting for him if he did go to the ball and it didnât go as was expected⊠or that the night would go exactly as it should.
Maybe it would be worth it to take a risk and try to at least see where it went. He may even fall in love with his admirer over time if he let himself be open up to the idea againâŠ
He looked at the grand carriage in front of him and what it actually symbolized. Maybe this was exactly what he needed. Perhaps what he needed wasnât the idea of falling in love with a soulmate but being open to the idea of falling with someone real. Someone that didnât fit his mold of what a soulmate was supposed to be, letting himself be open to seeking his own happiness instead of waiting for it.
All he had left to do was step inside to the next chapter of his story.
