Not a fix-it fic, but s8-was-a-nightmare hurt/comfort fluffish Kallura Drabble?

Kosmo is a habitual line stepper.

He knows he shouldn’t be in the bedroom.

He knows they could really use some time alone.

He knows Allura is tired, physically and mentally so soonafter her final fight with Haggar and just wants to curl up with Keith quietlyas a rare rainstorm beats down on the small desert shack.

He knows he’s grown exponentially in size and he’s now less likea dog and more like goddamn pony.

But he wants on that bed.

He wants on that bed snuggled in with the two of them or atthe very least at their feet. He misses being a little unit. It’s been so longsince Allura has scratched him lovingly in the spot under his ears while cooingthat he’s her little starlight when she thinks Keith isn’t watching. If themice get to be on the bed then he should get to be on the bed. He tests thingswith a single paw on the sheets and applies a bit of pressure.

“Don’t even think about it” Keith mumbles with his eyes closed.

How the hell did he know?

“It’s fine” Allura almost whispers and shifts within Keith’shold as the little spoon.

“Lu it’s not fine, he’s too big.”

Kosmo whimpers as he continues to hover near the bed, closerto Allura’s side. He knows when dad says no nine times out of ten he canconvince mom to say yes.

“He just lonely…” Allura throws Keith’s own words back athim. Her voice is hoarse and she reaches out a hand which is immediately filledwith Kosmo’s snout.

“Allura…”

“Come here darling.”

“Allu-”

It’s too late. Permission has been given and Kosmo climbson, a mass of fur and a swishing tail hitting Keith in the face with a loudthwap. Keith swears, Allura cries out as Kosmo steps on her leg, the mice arefrantically scrambling out of the way and the bed begins creaking and buckling underthe weight.  

One final long groan of bending wood and the legs give outsending the bed crashing to the floor.

Keith and Allura let out a startled scream, followed bysilence, followed by Allura letting out the loudest, raspiest laugh Keith’sever heard, including a few snorts for good measure. He wants to be angry buthe can’t remember the last time he’s heard her laugh and it the best sound andhe thinks perhaps he could listen to it forever. When Allura finally catchesher breath she turns over, the both of them still buried under Kosmo who hasyet to take the hint to move.

“I’m sorry, I told him he could” she says between giggles.

“It’s ok. This bed was an old piece of shit anyway.”

His demeanor softens as he caresses her face.

“Hmm?” Her brow arches as she notices his seriousexpression.

“Nothing, I’m just…I’m glad you’re ok.”

“I don’t think Kosmo did much harm.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Allura’s smile fades and she’s reminded of everythingthey’ve been through and how many times she could have lost him and vice versa.She clutches chunks of his black shirt in her fingers.

“I’m glad you’re ok too” she replies.

Keith moves his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck,sliding it through clouds of hair, and pulls her in until there’s no spaceleft between them. Kosmo decides to give them the tiniest bit of privacy in theform of stepping off them and laying up against the other side of Allura,shoving her even more into Keith.

“I’m sorry he’s such a pain” Keith apologizes after he pullsaway from her mouth with a chuckle. 

Allura grins, sandwiched between two of her favorite boys,safe and warm and finally feeling for once that this will not be taken awayfrom her. She buries her face in the crook of his neck and breathes deep,savoring the scent of his skin.

“I don’t mind.”