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biqherosix · 3 years

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ohh how about lance and keith with an s/o who has elemental powers!! (i’ve always had this idea in the back of my head but i cannot write so i’m requesting it 😌✨)

oceana terra - headcanons

fluff

(voltron legendary defender — romantic! keith kogane x waterbender! reader; romantic! lance x earthbender! reader)

if a world with a giant robot as the universe's strongest weapon exists, there's bound to be a part of that universe where element bending also exists

cw / bloodbending

a/n — uh hi :) for once, i have nothing to say other than i miss keith akira kogane and lance mcclain. space bfs for the win ! oh and also the lance mcclain portion of my personality analysis advice column is in the works anon !! but anyway, the bending shown is loosely based off atla / tlok, so enjoy mwah !

keith

this angsty boy has such a fiery personality (him, zuko, and mako are the holy red trope trinity and you can fight me on it) that it's the literal law (my law, you can reference all my atla / tlok fics for that later lmao) that he end up with someone opposite his elemental vibe thus ending up with a waterbender

but your powers are a little more broad, so any liquid also ends up in your spectrum to bend

the plot twist is that you grew up thinking you were a human, enrolling in the galaxy garrison completely unaware you weren't human at all, instead a rare species of bender the galra yearn to destroy

you always wondered why you were always so attracted to any vast body of liquid despite being trained as a fighter pilot

but it all made sense when allura explained it to you since you weren't a paladin but "made for greater things" and keith took a really long time to process it

he didn't know if it was because of the actual news or because you immediately made a water pun upon finding out (lance who? and sokka? we don't know them we only know y/n l/n in this household)

keith doesn't treat you any differently, but you lowkey have to work up to the amount of trust you had from pre-voltron events

it's just a big deal for you and you don't really know how to deal with it, and on top of that keith just has an existential crisis since he liked you because you were so familiar and then they drop the waterbending bomb on him

but y'all get through it after lance annoys him enough bc his banter makes him miss you (for payback you freeze lance's cups of water during breakfast)

omg pidge keeping up with the earth calendar in space and you make it snow in the castle on christmas !!!

also epic pool fights >>> expect the pool to turn into a water park

anyway back to the regularly scheduled headcanons

imagine keith being touch starved, it gets worse bc you feel as though he shouldn't hold your hand or you'll accidentally hurt him or something (this boy just needs to be protected someone give him a hug, cause it ain't gonna be me)

you compromise with tapping each other's hands or loose pinkies interwined (ohh just wait till you bloodbend)

your relationship is definitely spontaneous, hot headed, and badass af !!! with an emphasis on competitive

and i mean competitive, the vibe just goes through the roof after discovering your powers

y'all would always fight for the top grades in your crew bc you were baby and you wanted to make shiro proud but y'all took it to a whole other level in space

choose your fighter: a beginning waterbender who's being trained by an ancient altean or a fast learner who happens to wield a sword?? my bet is on the fast learner (everyone has bets on who wins between y'all, it's a weekly match at this point)

my mind immediately going to angst oop- okay keith has been through a lot okay, his mom left, his dad died, shiro was previously announced dead, and now you're a waterbender who can manipulate the water in one's body

however allura didn't think to inform you of mf bloodbending, so it came off as a shock when you did it upon being captured in season seven and zethrid and ezor had pidge

you shut down, and it was so hard to talk to you even if you shared a space in the black lion with keith (jeez poor krolia having to hear that confrontation)

but when you let it out, keith is right there and he tells you of the times he's been scared of himself whenever his galran side pops out sometimes

and he tells you how he's going to be there with you and that at least y'all will finally have some familiarity being back on earth (jokes on you-)

it's a big step though because keith vocalizing things is a rarity but he's also a simp for you and he'd do anything to make you feel better

especially after he left for the blades so if anything he's just making up for lost time

lance

this boy has had feelings for you since the minute he met you and thinks the whole universe of you

they had found you in a galra prison during a simple recon mission, which then turned into saving you, as the rumors of the galra finding rare benders and exploiting them for their power turned out to be true

well they didn't actually have to save you, you mocked one of the guards enough to have them let you go and you wrecked them with the surrounding metal in the room

lance had been the one to come and retrieve you, to which you weren't expecting the paladins to find you anytime soon so it surprised you when you were met with a laser gun to your head, and suddenly he was pinned in metal

he may have enjoyed that a little too much and wanted to kiss you right then and there, having literal heart eyes at your intense glare, and as per usual shiro had to come to the rescue

but since you were a high risk prisoner due to your powers, the paladins thought it would be safer if you stayed with them until you could go into hiding (which means once sam holt is found, you're headed to earth because you look human enough and you could help make earth believe in alien life)

which meant spending more time with lance !!

okay but lance has always been for having a badass powerful significant other wbk, so it's no surprise y'all ended up together

he says your bending makes the relationship more fun and thrilling (he just has a type okay)

and his sparring sessions are actually challenging for once

but also y'all just work well together, two peas in a pod, two people sharing one braincell, the like

y'all do self care nights !!! and y'all happen to be quite the explorers so occasionally on foreign planets you'll find stones, turning them into crystals with your bending

lance was so in awe that there's always a pack of stones waiting for you in your room, and you've amounted to so many little crystals that you make jewelry together

it can be a separate date on its own or something to pass the time while wearing face masks

the first thing he made were matching bracelets, it was pretty cute

but when he's sad he'll just pull up to your room, pull out the space crystals (you totally have a stash of self care products for when lance isn't ready to leave your room) and make jewelry for his family as an homage to them

he'll ramble on and on about them, stopping abruptly to be able to string the tiny crystals along into a bracelet or when he needs utmost concentration

but you listen wholeheartedly, contributing to the abundance of bracelets and other trinkets in hopes they'll like them too

it's a small gesture, but for lance that's enough (and that's when he realizes he loves you)

when you inevitably leave for earth, he gets sad because you'll have to be experiencing earth without him, but thinks it's a perfect time to give you the promise ring with a special crystal he managed to find without you

he finally tells you he loves you and promises to see you back on earth (he got a little carried away and made you a video for earth too for days you missed him, however you accidentally gave it to his family and they immediately took you in as their own; especially veronica who took you under her wing as you venture the garrison together)

aw and when you and lance reunite it's the cutest thing he has a mf heart attack

granted you hug keith first bc he didn't necessarily have anyone to come home to and he was family considering y'all are lowkey alike, and you ramble about how you jumpstarted and metalbended a train with veronica when lance just pulls you into a kiss like bro i missed you

the mcclain family cheers him on bc their baby is here alive and thriving but keith is like ugh ew gross

but everything is almost back to normal bc you and lance are together again and that is all that matters !!!

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disneygirl2202 · 4 years

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Off Limits (Keith x reader)

Requested?: Yes by anon

Request: Keith reuniting with his s/o?

A/N: Since there wasn’t much of a plot to this request, so I combined it with another imagine that I was going to be writing.

Keith’s P.O.V.

I look around the castle, pulling my hood off of my head.

“Hey, guys...” I start

The others all look back at me, a solemn look on all of their faces.

“Wait, where Y/N?” I ask

“They took them,” Allura says

“Who took them?” I ask again

“The Galra...” Shiro says “They had us distracted out there when they sent Lotor’s general in and they took them.”

“I thought that Lotor knew not to touch her.” I start

“Apparently he doesn’t care anymore. They took Y/N and now we need to get her back.” Lance says “She’s a part of this team whether she knows it or not.”

I look at them before I nod.

“I’ll contact the blade and let them know we have a rescue mission,” I say before walking out

We’re coming for you Y/N

Your P.O.V.

You look around the room you’re being held in before you laugh.

“Oh, she’s awake!” You hear somebody comment

“Finally.” Someone growls

You look up to see Zethrid, Narti, Ezor, and Acxa. You shake your head before looking at the cuffs around your wrists.

“You do realize that I will get out of here before Lotor even has the chance to question me?” You laugh

“Just because you are somehow related to them doesn’t make you untouchable,” Ezor says

You laugh before turning your back on them, staring at the wall.

“But I distinctly remember hearing Zarkon telling everybody that I’m not to be touched until he orders so.” You laugh

“In case you haven’t heard, Lotor is in charge.” Ezor comments

You shrug before you hear alarms go off.

“Sounds like you guys might be in trouble.” You laugh

“Get to your stations,” Zehtrid says

You watch as Acxa looks at you before slowly turning her back.

You lunge forward, grabbing her elbow.

“Why do you still work with them?” You ask “They didn’t come searching for us when we got trapped.”

“They were the only ones who would accept us. You knew that better than anybody. Zarkon didn’t want Lotor, and he didn’t want your mother.” Acxa says “They will all abandon us in the future. Lotor won’t do that to us.”

“And how can we be so sure?” You ask “Acxa, you are one of my closest friends, I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

She looks at you before pulling away, heading to her station as the door closes behind her. You shake your head before sitting against the wall.

Keith’s P.O.V.

I slice through the sentries when I see Lotor’s generals coming out, ready for a fight.

“Keith, we have them if you and the paladins go ahead and find the target,” Kolivan says

“Yes, sir,” I say

I look at the others before ducking out of the way, letting the blade distract the generals long enough to give us a route.

“We need to split up.” I say

“Alright. Lance, Hunk you guys go left. Pidge, Allura, go straight. Keith and I will go right.” Shiro asks

Everyone agrees before they go their separate ways, running towards their best guess.

“Pidge anything on their location?” Shiro asks

“She’s in the closet door to us on the floor below us.” Pidge says as she looks at her map

I nod before seeing more sentries. I bring my blade up, slicing through one before sliding between one's legs. I turn to see Shiro cutting through the last few, catching up with us.

“Alright, where am I going?” I ask “I see a quick way to the floor below us.”

“Get to the floor and make a right.” Pidge starts “They should be in the first door to the left.”

I drop through the hole in the ground, looking around, seeing the way I need to go. I shake my head before running to the right, finding the first door on the left.

“Shiro, look out for the sentries.” I say “I’m going in.”

I open the door, seeing somebody sitting in the corner.

“Y/N?” I ask

“Keith?” A voice asks

“Thank god you’re okay.” I whisper

“They aren’t allowed to hurt me.” They laugh as they walk into the light

I look them over before shaking my head, pulling them into a quick hug, placing a kiss to their forehead.

“I swear, they should learn what off-limits means.” I laugh “Now let's get out of here.”

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mydearestreaderfanfics · 4 years

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Wake Me Up (Shiro x Reader)

Warnings: swearing, fake dating, reader has light anxiety

Word Count: 4,855

Prompt/Request: Shiro x femreader with the fake relationship trope?? bonus if they're childhood best friends and pining idiots

Summary: Reader has gotten herself into a bit of a pickle with a study group at school, thankfully a helpful Shiro agrees to pretend to date her to fix things. What happens when their feelings are more real than they want to pretend they are? Read and find out!

Author's Note: I don't usually write in 1st person, but I really wanted to try something new out. Readers, let me know if you liked it, please. Also, to the anon that requested this, I especially hope you like this and sorry it took so long. Bonus! If you want an enhanced reading experience go listen to the Ed Sheeran song by the same name.

Author: Mod Alex

I knew from the first time I met you that you're something absolutely spectacular. The second your family’s moving truck left, my mom was dragging me over, insistent on the fact that we needed to make the new neighbors feel welcome. I had seen you hiding behind your mom’s leg as our mothers talked. I had waved but that only seemed to make you shrink back more. You had looked so timid and scared back then, even more so when your mom told you to take me to the back so we could play. You had begrudgingly agreed, hiding behind a big oak tree. I followed unsurely. “Hey, are you okay?”

“L-mm-on.” You’d hidden your face in your knees, effectively muffling your voice.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

You peeked up. “Leave m’lone.”

I was taken aback but had sat down regardless. “I’m not mean y’ know. We could be friends?”

You hid her face again, but not enough to muffle your words. “Can you read?”

“Read? Um, mostly. I can’t read real big books. Oh, did you want me to read to you?” You nodded sheepishly and I grinned. “Cool! I’ll be right back, okay. You stay here.” I had run back to my house (which was right next door) and brought back my favorite storybook. “Huff… I’m back… huff… I wasn’t sure what kind of… huff… story you like, so I brought this.” I held the book out for you to see. You startled, but relaxed when you saw the book. A shy smile tugged at your lips and you nodded. So I read, and read, and read. I read until my voice began to fade away and the crickets began to sing. “Takashi, sweetie, are you out here?” In my voice that was fainter still, I bid you goodbye, before I could leave though you tugged me back to hug me briefly and ask if I still wanted to be friends. I, of course, agreed, which to this day, I believe was the best decision of my life.

I guess I must have won you over that day because you deemed me worthy of being your best friend. I was elated, of course. Sometimes we played pretend, other times we played hide and seek or tag. Sometimes we read right behind the great oak tree just like that very first day. It was the same way throughout the entire time we went to school. Sometimes, although I’d never tell you this, whenever I notice you’re having a rough day I’ll call and ask you if we can meet up under the oak tree in your backyard. I’ll read to you then, not because you can’t read (you can, beautifully if I do say so myself), but because it's tradition and because it makes you smile and goodness knows I’d do anything in the world to make you smile. Which is where we are now.

“Kashi?’ I pause, eyes leaving the page to look at you.

“Yes, (N/n)?”

Your eyes are closed, if it weren’t for the fact that you had just spoken I might have mistaken you for being asleep. It wouldn’t be the first time you'd have fallen into an easy slumber slumped against me in the shade of the mid-afternoon. “Do you think you could read me something a little different?”

“Of course!” The words left my mouth faster than I meant to let them, making me sound like an over-eager to please labrador, which I suppose when it came to you I absolutely was. You hummed happily, but the creases in your forehead indicated that something was off. “Anything in specific you’d like?”

You blinked your eyes open, sighing before picking yourself up off me to shuffle through your phone. “This?” I took the phone from you, containing my surprise from you. It wasn’t the first time you’d asked me to read you a romance, but I still couldn’t help the butterflies that would awaken in my stomach when you did. You resumed your spot leaning against me, closing your eyes again. Pushing back the urge to kiss your forehead, I began reading.

As I recited the meet-cute to you I couldn’t help but picture us; is that bad? That I can’t even read a simple story to you without picturing us as the ones sharing secrets, swapping longing glances and flirty remarks. It’s why I never choose romance novels. Because then Hazel melts away with the words into you, and suddenly it's not her telling Augustus the lines, but you telling me and I can’t handle it. I feel like I can literally hear your voice, soft and melodic reciting the lines; when I realize it’s not just my brain supplying a pining fueled fantasy, it really is you actually mumbling along with me "...As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” And even then it doesn’t slow my heart rate because why that line? The one line that makes sense in the situation we’re in. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to my heart?

We hadn’t even gotten halfway through when I heard you sniffle. My words faltered, resuming as I tried to steal glances at you. We had yet to even get to the sad part yet, so why? Eventually, I just gave up trying to theorize what might be wrong and stopped to gaze at you. Your wellbeing was my top priority after all. That’s the whole point of us sitting here, isn’t it? “(N/n), what’s wrong?” At this point, it was evident that you were crying. Your face was pressed into my arm, but I could still hear your sniffles. It broke my heart, to see you like this. Without a thought to be flustered over the intimate gesture, I cradled the side of your face, gently urging you to look up. “Hey, now, whatever’s troubling you, we’ll get through it.” You started to cry harder and I immediately felt the syrupy trickle of guilt through my veins. Had I said something wrong?

“It’s all my fault. I’m so stupid. Why do I always have to be such a fuckup, Kashi?” You wouldn’t meet my eyes, looking down pitifully. I wiped away a tear futilely.

“Hey, don’t talk about my best friend that way.” You giggled softly at that. “Really though, you aren’t a fuckup and as far as I’m concerned you’ve never done anything to deserve the berating you're giving yourself.” You sigh, leaning against my hand mumbling quietly.

“You’re sweet. But I really did fuck up this time.”

“What happened?”

“Do you remember when I told you about my group for my Fiction Writing class…”

“Yeah?” Of course, I remembered. Out of everybody in the group, you were the only one to take the assignments seriously, not to mention the guy you mentioned that kept hitting on you- Lotor was his name. I’m not a jealous person, but the thought of someone making you that uncomfortable for their own gain gets under my skin more than I’d like to admit.

“Well, um, it's just that they, um, they got it in their head that you and I, that we’re like, an, uh, an item? I-I was trying to tell them that we weren’t but they wouldn't let me get a word in, you know? Lotor said that that was the real reason I would have to reject his advances. And it was like they started kinda teasing me and I just didn’t know what to say anymore, so I told them that, uh, they could meet you… I’m sorry, you don’t have to, of course. I should’ve just tried harder to get them to listen to me. I should just, um, I can- I’ll just send Ezor a text. Word will definitely travel then...”

I frowned, listening as you continued to go further into your own head, curling in on yourself as you did. My heart twinged, was it so bad that I kind of wanted to play along? Wouldn’t it be a win-win anyway? The group you were in were not particularly nice people from what you'd told me and playing along with it would keep them from giving you shit, and well it didn’t hurt that I’d get to pretend to be your boyfriend… it might be the only chance I get. “What if… What if we just play along? I mean we already know everything about each other. It’d be easier than finding someone else or getting harassed every time you go to class. Anyways, it’s only until the end of the quarter.” And I was being sincere, regardless of my own personal interest, I would've done it for you. I’d do literally anything for you.

You stopped talking abruptly and looked at me with a look I couldn’t quite place. “You’d do that for me?”

I grinned. “Of course. It’d make it easier on you wouldn’t it?”

“I-I guess.” You bit your lip while you thought, a habit you’ve had since we were younger. “Yeah, okay... Yeah, this could work. Are you free Friday night?”

“Friday? What time, Matt and I have that conference.”

“Right, sorry I forgot. It’s, hmmm, let me check…” A beat of silence fell over us as you checked. “9:30?”

“9:30 is perfect.”

“Great! Okay, so the group is meeting up at the Lotor’s at 8, but the ‘study sesh’ doesn’t start till 9:30. Um, it’s really more of a party but Axca is bringing her notes, so I'd have to go either way. Also, I think they want to prove you are my boyfriend or whatever so…. Yeah.”

“I’ll pick you up at 7 and we can get something to eat before then. I have to take care of my girlfriend after all.” I was joking but saying it still made the butterflies stir up again.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “Sure, sure. See you then, boyfriend.”

I’d gotten more dressed up than I may have needed to considering we were going to a college party, but I wrote it off on wanting to look good for the act we were about to put on, after all, it had to be believable right? And well it wasn’ too dressy, just nice. I didn’t look nearly as good as you, of course. When I picked you up, I’d nearly stumbled over my words. I felt like a teenager again, picking up my date for prom. You laughed when I offered you my arm, taking it anyway even though we didn’t have to put on the act just yet. “You like nice, are you ready to go?”

“As ready as I'll ever be," You fiddled with your jacket as you smiled shyly at me, "and thanks, you look good too."

My skin buzzed with a pleasant electricity at the compliment. “Thank you. Well hey, look at the bright side at the least we go eat now. I'm starving, the conference didn't break for lunch thanks to Matt.”

You laughed and I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips, you looked so beautiful and carefree. “Alright, Mr. Matt-Didn’t-Feed-Me, where are we gonna eat at?”

“I was thinking Rover’s?”

We had started walking to my car, at least we were until you stopped in your tracks. “Rover’s? Isn’t that place kind of on the up-and-up?”

“Sure it is.”

“Won’t that be… kinda pricey. Shiro, I don’t think I can- I’ve got textbooks and supplies I still have to get for next quarter.”

I waved my hand, turning to grin at you. “I don’t remember saying I was going to make you pay.”

You huffed looking somewhere between uncomfortable and flustered. “I’m not letting you dump a ton of money on me.”

“Hey, look, I just got a bonus, alright. Let me take us out to dinner. We’re always talking about how we want to go there, so let’s just do it. I promise you there is nothing I want to spend my money on more.”

You grumbled, and before I knew it you had yanked me into a hug. “You are way too good to me.”

I let myself chuckle as I wrapped my arms around you in return. “No way, you deserve it.”

At Rover’s we had to park a little ways away. “Hi, we have a reservation for 8.”

The host smiled pleasantly looking at the screen in front of them. “Shirogane?” I nodded. “ Right this way.”

“You tricked me!” You whisper yelled at me as we followed the host.

“I did no such thing.”

“You didn’t tell me you already reserved a spot here.”

“It’s the only way to get in. Although I will say, I’m glad you agreed before we got here.”

You gently socked my arm and I acted hurt, sticking my tongue out playfully. “You ass.” Your broad grin betrayed your words, showing just how excited you were to be here.

"Name-calling, that’s not nice, (N/n). And to think I brought you here-”

“Oh my god, shut up you nerd.”

“Your table.” The host had stopped, watching the both of us with an amused expression. He was older, nearing his late fifties surely. “I remember when my husband and I were your age. We were just like you.”

I laughed, somewhere between disbelief and absolute delight. “Thank you, sir.” I heard you splutter, masking it as a cough. While the host began to walk away I winked at you. “We have to get into character, right?”

Dinner was spectacular, although we could have been at a Denny’s and I still would have had a great time with your company. That’s not to say going to Rover’s was overrated, it really was as good as we thought it would be. You seemed so carefree, it was nice to see you free of your usual anxious demeanor. That was a far stretch from how you looked now as we drove to an exclusive party that you had no want to go to. You were practically white-knuckling in the car. My hand found yours, the other still planted firmly on the steering wheel. I gave it a gentle squeeze. You didn’t say anything, but the squeeze you returned to my hand told me more than any words would have anyway. It was one of my favorite things about our friendship, we knew each other better than anyone else, no words necessary.

The house spanned almost a block, with a smattering of people, all in varying states of drunkenness, across the lawn and flocking in through the wide set of French doors. I got out first, moving to open your door, before offering my arm. “Oh my god, you cheeseball.” You took my arm gingerly despite your words, letting your hand slip down to mine once we started walking. Before we made it in I made it a point to stop you, leaning down towards your ear, letting you hear me over the loud thrumming from the music inside.

“I won’t let us get separated, okay, so don’t worry.” I paused for a moment trying to articulate my thoughts in the least embarrassing way. “And, I don't know how far you're comfortable with taking the act. I know we didn't talk about it too much, so if anything happens and you're uncomfortable let me know and I'll figure a way out of it, okay? Is there anything you want to avoid?" My face was burning, asking was important to avoid causing you any unnecessary panic, but it still felt odd asking what the limits of our fake-relationship were. When I pulled back enough to hear your response, you were just as flustered as I was.

“If the situation calls for it, almost anything. And I'll only go through with it if you’re okay with it too. Can we go inside?” Your voice, even as close to me as it was, was just barely over a whisper, your nerves evident. It reminded me of my own voice, ripe with longing in so many conversations we had had and I entertained the thought, even if only for the briefest of moments, that maybe you were pining for me too.

The inside of the house made the front lawn look like the prohibition. People were passed out at random parts of the room, narrowly avoiding the houseguests who were in the middle of sloppy make-outs. The whole thing felt like it was ripped from a cheesy teen film. You were still holding my hand, having taken the lead to drag me through the house to the enclosed back deck where people thankfully seemed to be a little soberer.

“(Y/n), you were able to make it good, and oh- I knew you two were a thing, although I will say I’m surprised.” Lotor’s posh voice rang clear through the chatter and although he didn’t outright say it, his meaning hung heavy in the air: he was demeaning you, saying he was surprised you’d managed to be dating me. Just another tactic to lower your self-worth enough for him to go in for the kill. I hated guys like that, who thought that 'negging' was an appropriate way to win someone over. Besides that, the idea was stupid and I wanted to tell him off, I’d die happy if you ever decided to grace me with being my girlfriend, for him to even insinuate that I was too good for you was absurd.

“I'm Shiro, nice to meet you. (N/n), has told me all about you all, it’s good to finally be able to put a face to the name.” I laughed hollowly, enough to give the random passerby the idea of a friendly interaction but cold enough to let Lotor know I didn't appreciate what he was doing, at least I hoped it did.

“Oh my goodness! So you and her are actually dating?!” A bubbly girl came over, hair in a long reddish-pink ponytail and with a drink in her hand; it was definitely not her first. Lotor threw her a look that screamed: "shut up". SHe didn't even notice.

I smiled warmly, squeezing your hand. “We are. For a while now actually. I honestly thought it was common knowledge?” I laughed, hoping she bought it. Her eyes widened, lips forming an ‘o’.

“Wow! I actually had no idea.” She leaned over to you, winking. “Nice catch. Axca is over there by the way, but you should stay a while. Y’know- eat, drink, be merry.” She giggled before swaying back over to a group of people she had been talking to.

“Come on, I need to talk to Axca.” You pulled me along by the hand, maneuvering through the crowd uneasily. I drew closer to you, hoping the close proximity eased your nerves the same way it eased mine. When we finally stopped, you stayed tucked under my arm, making warm contentment spread through my chest.

“(Y/n), Ezor sent you my way, I presume?” A girl with electric blue hair and a dark jacket sat on a relatively untouched sofa in the corner on her phone, her bag slung next to her.

“Yeah. I’m glad she didn’t send me on a wild goose chase. You have the notes, right?” She nodded but made no move to take them out. You shuffled next to me, words tumbling out of your mouth to fill in the silence that had stretched on for an uncomfortable amount of time. “Can I please have them? Parties aren’t really my scene…” After another beat of silence you continued, “... and Shiro and I already had plans so… yeah.” This caught Axca’s attention, her eyes darting from the screen of her phone to meet your eyes.

“Oh? So you’re still pretending?” She said it without a hint of amusement as if genuinely puzzled.

“Pretending?” You practically squeaked the word out before continuing, quickly covering up your shock. “What in the world are you talking about?”

Axca looked between us. “There’s no trace of you two being together in your online presence. The four of us all figured you were faking. Almost none of us actually thought you were dating him, Ezor just wanted to get a rise out of you and Lotor…” She paused, deciding that what she was going to say was better left unsaid. “So you two really have been dating? You don’t make it too obvious.”

I could practically feel you fuming beside me. “Just because we don't flaunt it like some Insta-couple doesn't mean we haven't been dating.” Axca shrugged, fixing you with a disbelieving and uninterested look. “I mean, really! Isn’t it bad enough that you all tease me all the time!? Now you’re trying to catch me in a lie that you all set up?!” You were shouting, the weeks worth of subtle bullying finally boiling over. It was garnering the attention of party-goers nearby.

“What’s going on?” A tall girl with curly space buns spoke, Ezor was leaning heavily against her side. She radiated intimidation and I felt you shrink against me. Still, you held your ground.

“You all set me up and I don’t appreciate that. Especially since Shiro and I are actually dating and he went out of his way to be here to prove as much to you all.”

“Is that so? Axca what did you find out?”

“Not much. They’re all over each other’s pages, but it’s not necessarily romantic.” She tossed the tall girl, Zethrid if my memory of your description was right, her phone.

Zethrid looked over the contents of the phone before laughing. “Prove it then, (Y/n).”

“That’s enough. I’m not just going to let you all taunt her while I stand here. Axca, was it? (N/n) is here for the notes you have. If you would kindly hand them over. As she's already told you all we have plans and I’d rather not have to postpone the date I planned with my girlfriend because you all think making fun of her is fun.”

“Is that so?” Lotor came strolling from behind us, a fourth woman leading him. She stood quiet, her gaze piercing.

I turned to him. “Yeah. It is.”

“Go on then, Prince Charming. If you love, (Y/n) so much, then why don’t you do something to prove it. Otherwise, I'm sure there's someone who could make her much happier.” He spared a glance at you.

"She's not a prize to be won-" I looked over at you, you’d taken to squeezing my hand. As I turned you grabbed me by the collar and before my brain had a moment to register what was happening you’d pulled me down to press a kiss to my lips. My mind raced and after a second for my mind to process what was happening, I wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer as we kissed. You were the first to pull back, a shy smile gracing your lipstick smudged lips. A whistle sounded in the back, along with some cat-calls. You didn’t seem to care, and honestly, I knew how you felt. It was like a bubble was around us as I leaned down to kiss you again.

I would have kissed you until the sun came up and the crowd dispersed but an arrogant voice broke through the haze. “Alright, we get it!” When we broke apart, Lotor stood silently fuming. “Axca give her the notes so they can leave.”

“But I thought-”

“Just give her the notes.” Axca did, fishing a perfectly labeled folder from her bag and handing it to you. As she did, Lotor moved

towards you with a barely hidden sneer on his face as he leaned down to whisper something to you. Clutching the folder, you jogged back over to me, taking my hand in yours as you did.

We made it outside, walking down the sidewalk to the car. The voices and blaring music fading quickly behind us. “Are you okay?”

You hadn’t looked at me, much less answered. We sat in silence even as my question hung in the air. “You kissed me.”

“What? I thought we agreed... You pulled me-”

“The first would’ve proven enough. But you kissed me a second time. Why?”

I couldn’t discern the odd tone of your voice. I felt jumpy all of a sudden. “I just- we had to convince them-”

“Was it just an act then?” You turned to me, tears quickly polling in your eyes. Guilt stung at my heart, I’d been selfish, thinking that maybe your feelings were the same as my own and instead I’d made you uncomfortable and confused. You deserve the truth at the least.

I took a slightly ragged breath. There were a million ways to tell you that I’d loved you since we were nothing more than two kids sitting with a book in our laps behind a tree, hell I’d even imagined it a handful of times, and yet not once did I think this would be how you'd find out. “No. No, I- I shouldn’t have done this. It’s never been an act, not for me at least. I never meant for it to go this far but then you kissed me and I thought- I should have realized it was just for the act. I’m sorry, I fucked up. You have every right to be mad at me, but please if there’s any way that we can still be friends. I don’t want to lose you.” I was rambling, but I couldn’t find the right words and I couldn’t fix it- couldn’t make the harsh feeling of rejection leave or take my actions back.

“Shiro.” Your hand came to cup my cheek, stopping me in my tracks. “Slow down. Let me get this right, you were never acting?” Your eyes glanced between mine as if searching for the truth. I nodded. “So you really wanted to take me on a date and kiss me?” I nodded again, trying to dip my head to hide my blushing features. The hand cupping my cheek stopped me. “How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you felt like this?”

I swallowed thickly. “How long? Um… yes?" A strained, nervous laugh escaped me, "I mean, I can’t even think of a time when I didn’t. M’sorry.”

I chanced a glance at you to see your reaction. I certainly wasn’t expecting you to be barely holding back a fit of giggles. Ouch. You must have seen me cringe because you quickly stopped. “Sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just, god, you mean to tell me we could have been doing this so much sooner?”

“I- what?” I couldn’t let myself believe what I was hearing. You rolled your eyes good-naturedly.

“You and I could have been dating for years now. Are we both seriously such disasters that we’ve literally been pining for each other for years?!” You sounded incredulous and I found myself laughing in disbelief along with you.

“I guess you’re right. So does that mean that we can…” My words faded away as we leaned towards each other.

“Please?” Your words ghosted over my lips, teasing me for what was only seconds away. In the warmth of the car we kissed, it was the same but different than the kisses from before. The same subtle taste of your cupcake chapstick and yet it was so much… More. Maybe it was because we both knew it was what we wanted or maybe it was just the knowledge that I would be allowed to do this again and again and again, but the feeling of kissing you was intoxicating, a sensation that I knew I would never be able to get enough of.

It had only been a week since we went to the party and confessed, but everything still seemed so perfect. Ironically, very little had changed. You were still my best friend, after all. We were sitting in our usual spot, I was reading out an original piece of yours, both to revise/edit it at your request and because I had been dying to read it. I’d finished it, marking out a few editorials and encouraging notes on the margins of the paper. As I wrote a thought came to mind. “I've been wondering something.”

“Oh?”

“What had Lotor said to you that night?”

You rolled your eyes, huffing with annoyance. “He said that when I had my heart broken by you that he’d be there for me to come groveling back to.”

“What a prick.”

“Right?”

“For the record, I will never break your heart.” You laughed.

“Thanks for the reassurance, casanova.”

“No problem, my love.” I grinned as your teasing expression gave way to a flustered one. You slipped your hand into mine, hiding your face on my arm.

“Mm-uff-oo.”

I chuckled, some things never changed. “I have no idea what you just said.”

You pulled back just enough to be heard. “I said, I love you.”

I smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too.”

#voltron #shiro x reader #fanfictions #takashi shirogane #swearing #fake dating #mild anxiety #mod alex

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starfaring-princelotor · 5 years

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Priorities

Summary: The Empress explains the difference between power and respect.

Pairings: Lotor x Half-GalraF!Reader

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. ★

Warnings: Blood. Racism. If you like Allura, this really is not the fic for you.

Part One___Part Two___Part Three

Extinction (Bad Ending)___ The Giving Tree___Moonlight Path

Evolution (Good Ending)___Breaking the Ice___For My Family___Priorities

“You’re wrong.”

Both you and your son turned to the source of the voice, not at all really surprised on who spoke with such blind conviction. Allura held her pink helmet in her arm, her dual-toned eyes firmly trying to stare you down. She was a Paladin of Voltron and the last Princess of Altea. She knows her place. She knows herself, even after you lectured her in that cell.

“I have every right to hate Zarkon and distrust the Galra,” she braved a few steps towards you, her silver brows lowered in simmering anger, “What they did to my home is unforgivable. What they did to the universe...I am not the only one who is wary of them on-sight.”

“You’re right, the entire galaxy takes one look at me, one look at Atlas, and would immediately despise our very existence,” you crossed your arms, “The difference between you and everyone else? You were expected to change for better. Expected to use the title Princess to represent your subjects. Expected to put your differences aside to ensure a safer future. And you failed. Miserably.”

It took all of Allura’s willpower to still her tongue. None of the other Paladins were here. She was strictly on her own to prove she can stand up for herself. She can be the Princess, raised right by her father in a society that upholds peace and prosperity above all.

“You can be a Princess or a Paladin. Not both. You do not have the experience to handle the responsibility of them combined.”

“And what about you?”

Now, that question got your attention.

“What about me?” you repeated, narrowing your eyes at the accusation held in her voice.

“You’re the Empress, you’re supposed to take the Emperor’s place in his absence,” Allura continued, “To say I am not worthy of my title when you were in hiding for three years shows you are just as unfit to rule. Your Empire is in shambles because Lotor sheltered you.”

“I suggest you stop talking and do as you were ordered, Allura.”

“No! If I have to admit that my flaws held me back, it’s only fair if your highness does, too!” another step closer and Atlas’ hand inched closer to his blade, “You preach about how not all Galra are evil, yet who are the ones out there that are still killing and enslaving innocent lives?”

“You really don’t get it, do you?” came your immediate reply, “You really think it’s within your right to hate the Galra who have power over you? Over others? It isn’t power that makes them evil, makes anyone evil. It’s what they choose to do with that strength which defines them.”

That she understood, which is why every Galra they faced was labeled as a foe in her eyes.

“Zarkon used hate to fuel his power and justify his destruction of Altea. But what you don’t know, Allura, is that he was always cruel, even before then. He despised people like me and made sure we understood that he could crush us at any given moment,” a heavy sigh left your lips, “He was always a tyrant. Zarkon was a threat not only to Altea, but to his own kingdom as well.”

There was a reason why you were telling her this, telling her the history that you lived through long ago. The history that made Lotor hate his own father. Your husband wanted a future away from that atrocious stain on the Galra Empire. A future where no one had to live in fear of being the next one or suffering for simply existing in the universe.

However, this message was lost upon the princess.

“Then that is your people’s mistake for giving him that power.”

Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

You shook your head in disapproval at her then turned around, indicating that this discussion is over. It was hardly a discussion anyways seeing as she refused to understand. That was her biggest problem. She could understand, but her mind was too stuck in the past. She couldn’t move on. Allura was no diplomat.

“You are dismissed, Allura.”

Clearly peeved with you shrugging her off, she reached forward and grabbed your shoulder, “You’re a coward - “

Before any of the three guardians could rise from their seat to stop Allura, she had screeched a painful scream of agony. Her vision swirled, room spinning as the nerves in her cheek caught up with the feeling of knuckles punching her square in the jaw. Not hard, but just in the right angle to make it hurt even worse. She wasn’t able to react fast enough when a clawed hand tangled in her bun and shoved her face against the cold tile of the ship.

Your toed boots were all she could see. The sharp edge of a knife against the back of her delicate neck was all she could feel. And that hand gripping her hair tightly? It radiated power, ancient Altean magic capable of the most impossible miracles or devastating murders. Atlas would let her decide.

“Do not touch my mother.”

Allura’s breath stilled, knees pressed on the floor as her body was angled in a groveling position. She would’ve fought back, done anything to right herself on her feet, but that dagger was breaking into her skin and already drawing a thin line of blood. One of Atlas’ foot held down her wrist and his knee pinned the other, immobilizing her for her treachery.

Never, ever touch the Empress, let alone a pregnant one. Let alone with ill-intent in mind.

Your hand came up to dust off your shoulder where her hand dared make contact. Allura couldn’t see you above her, see your eyes judging her disgraceful position on the floor. And that was Atlas’ intention all along. Make her beg for forgiveness. Beg for a pass on her disrespectful behavior a second time.

“While you are down there, take this note into mind,” you began as Ezor, Zethrid, and Acxa flanked your sides, “This is not power I hold over you. This is respect. This, right here, is earned through blood, sweat, and tears. You think I earned this from hiding?”

The only response she could possibly give was a grunt.

“You think they are here because Lotor told them to be? You think my son protected me because he despises you? You think I am standing over you because I was coddled my entire life?”

That hand pulsed and slowly, ever so slowly, Allura felt her energy being drained.

“This is your problem, Allura. You foolishly thought you can face me alone and act as you do without consequence. Your allies need you on their team, yet you came here of your own free will to...what? Sway my opinion of you? Is that really the most important priority for you, for the universe, right now?”

“I can’t trust you!” she spoke, to which you only scoffed at her.

“Clearly. And whose fault is that?”

You nodded at Atlas, but he truly didn’t want to let her off so easily. His fingers tightened, nails prodding her scalp, then he growled and suddenly released his hold. Allura wasn’t aware of it at the time, but she was holding her breath in...fear? She wasn’t afraid of death. She welcomed it with open arms for a good cause.

But you...you could’ve killed her. You could’ve taken her choice away from her. That was the cold, realizing fear making her heart beat too quickly in her armored chest. Allura scrambled up to her feet just in time to see Atlas’ hands fading back from the magical glow. He was draining her quintessence, sapping her energy from her body.

“I need to trust you,” she said, more to herself.

“No. You really don’t. And I don’t need to trust you, either.”

Again, you turned around, heading for your chambers and leaving her to think about her selfish actions once more. And maybe, maybe this time the gravity of the universe’s fate will be more important than her pride as a Princess, as a Paladin.

“I need you to do your job. Maybe you can start by getting the other Paladins to respect you first.”

Because if they did respect her as the Princess, as a valued teammate, then why the fuck weren’t they here at her side?

#lotor x reader #princess: respect mah authoritah #reader: no #atlas: hell no #spacestories #instead of giving me $5 #donate it to your local pet shelter

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 19 full draft

Lance was fucking with them, and Keith quiznakking knew it. There was no way in the known universe that Krolia would ever send them on a stealth mission, onboard a heavily guarded cruiser, simply to retrieve the word “Tomato”. And what in quiznak’s holy name was his husband thinking!? Not only were some of the targets buried, no, Lance hadn’t stopped there, the little shit had sent him balancing up a half fallen tree trunk, climbing into a tree, climbing up said tree, swapping over to the next tree and nearly breaking his neck in the process, all to get a clear shot at the target hanging off the top of the tree. Lance was a shit and he knew it.

Having made dinner for them, Lance was the model image of “relaxed”. His husband kicked back on the grass with Kosmo. Deciding he needed revenge for the sheer amount of nature he’d been forced to get to closed to, Keith snuck up and shook out his sweaty hair over his husband. Shrieking and laughing, Lance tried to protect himself from the raining droplets of sweat, Keith dropping down to rub his sweaty hair all over Lance’s face

“You. Little. Shit. Tomato”

Taken by surprise, Keith’s whole world flipped upside down as Lance pinned him to the grass, Kosmo darting in to lick at his face while Lance held him down. Scrunching his face up and struggling got Keith nowhere

“Gagh! Pl... Uh! Stop it! God! You’re a menace! Lance...”

“Alright. That’s enough Kosmo. I think he’s learned his lesson”

Releasing Keith’s hands, Lance grabbed him by the breast plate of his body suit, pulling him in for a rough kiss, before pushing him back down against the grass. Fuck... The move shouldn’t have been as hot as it was... He was supposed to be mad him... But how was he supposed to be mad when Lance was smiling down at him with sun shining down almost creating a glowing aura around his husband

“Congratulations. You pass... provided you brought my targets back to me”

“Of course, I did. What were you thinking?! Some of those targets...”

“Some of those targets were in dangerous positions. I know, and yet, I’m fine. Not one tiny scratch or damage”

Sighing at Lance, Keith didn’t understand how Lance didn’t understand the danger he was in. His husband was happy to charge into danger. This was a training exercise. It didn’t need to involve him nearly killing himself. Sure. 5 quintants without Lance hurting himself or freaking out was surprising, and should have been relieving, yet that could change at any moment. That’s what left him feeling so conflicted. All Lance wanted was for someone to accept his skills, and sure he was skilled as hell, but he still had their twins to worry about. Any fall from the higher target locations would have caused serious damage... So why wasn’t Lance treating his body with more respect?!

“You don’t need to be so cocky. We all cleared your training exercise”

Shrugging, Lance wriggled in his lap. Keith biting down a moan at the friction against his crotch. Lance’s scent was sweeter and sweeter by the day. He wanted to roll his husband over and... do all sorts of things that would make him blush

“You cleared part 1. Of four. You do remember that it’s four sections right. How did you like my clues?”

“Clues!? You call them clues!?”

Huffing, Lance raised his hand up, looking at his fingers before counting with his right hand. The smidge of arousal Keith had felt as he looked at Lance’s missing finger. If he’d been stronger, Lance never would have lost his finger

“The words, numbers and signs. The way they were carved. The extra letter drags. The spots Kosmo messed up for me. Plus there was the extra damage I left around to hell you all out. You had plenty of clues if you paid attention”

Keith didn’t have a witty reply. He hadn’t noticed half that... Not the way they were carved, but he had noticed the slight “tails” pointing in the direction of things... It was shameful on his behalf, but he hadn’t expected anything so intricate from his husband. His team hadn’t even been the first to arrive back. That honour went to Ezor, who was no doubt going to lord that over them for phoebs to come. Then again, she did have Krystaal with her, and he tended to notice these small details

“Hey, I’m allowed to be rusty in the field when I had to spend the whole day away from you. You have no idea how much I missed you today...”

Groaning at him, Lance climbed to his feet, offering his hand

“You get no special husband treatments. And sweet talking won’t change a damn thing. Now go grab a shower and come for dinner. Mum Krolia let me grab a few things before I left, and stocked up the jet”

Krolia was definitely playing favourites. She too was sick of goo, but given it was the staple for undercover missions generally insisted they keep “outside” food to a minimum. His mother may have underestimated how hands on Lance would be when it came to group training, instead, thinking of this as a holiday where they could reconnect. They’d had sex, but for Keith things were up in the air. He... He wanted his children to grow up on Earth... But didn’t want to take the outpost away from Lance. The only concession he could make was having the twins at the outpost and spending extended time with them before they moved to Earth. Diabazaal... He dreamed of the empire finally finding peace, but when he thought about how warm and loving Lance’s family was, he wanted that for their children.

“You cooked dinner dinner? And not just flavoured goo?”

Glaring at him, Keith has clearly upset his husband. Yes. He wasn’t dumb. He knew he’d cooked something given that everything was set up for serving. But he wasn’t a mind reader, nor did he have x-ray vision

“You don’t need to sound so shocked. I do eat semi properly, you know”

Not lately he hadn’t. Jus because the ration bars were chock full of vitamins and minerals, it was hardly the wide variety of fresh vegetables and fruit Lance should be eating

“Usually we stick to field rations”

“Usually you don’t have to walk through the forest to find that all your efforts were to recover the word tomato. Live a little on the edge. Go crazy. Take a shower. Eat some real food. Take your doggo for a walk”

“I’m not completely sure what the point of tomato was”

Reaching forward, Lance flicked him in the middle of the forehead

“The idea was that sometimes you go sneaking around thinking you’re going to get great information, only for it to be a dud, even from your most trusted sources. But you can’t let it get you down. You need to continue on with your mission, until you finally achieve your goal. I used mami’s best recipes for this”

“I was wondering why I had a craving for empanadas”

Frowning deeply at him, Lance was thoroughly done with him

“You’re an idiot. Your recipe wasn’t even for empanadas. Empanadas aren’t the same thing as bean chilli. Shoo. Go do things. I’m going to listen to everyone complain about how I tricked them. They either think I’m more mentally damaged than they’d heard, or the biggest arsehole in the universe”

“Babe... You know I don’t like it when you do that...”

“I was joking. It was a joke. I guess I can’t even make jokes right. I’ll just go back to bed”

“That’s... what?”

Keith was confused as hell. He was only trying to say that he didn’t like Lance joking about it because he didn’t let slight brain damage stop from his doing his fucking best. It wasn’t necessary for his husband to go back to bed, looking as if he’d been insulted or maybe even a little gut-punched. Lance had done his best. Keith just wasn’t sure of the way to tactfully say as much, without sounding as if he thought it had, or implying that wasn’t the same as he was before everything went down. He wasn’t. But he was trying to be... scratching the back of his head, Keith was grateful that Lance hadn’t simply walked away

“That’s not what I’m saying. I don’t know what I’m saying. Look. You did a good job out there, ok. I wish you’d acted more... I wish you hadn’t put yourself in danger. So I’m mad at that. And not just because of the twins... But... you’re right. Sometimes you do go through hell and get fuck all in return. They need to learn that lesson before we take them out on high level infiltration missions... God. I’m not making sense. I love you. I wish... I fucking wish you could see that. I wish you didn’t have so little confidence... You survived so much... I don’t want you dying over training these guys”

“If I wasn’t pregnant, you wouldn’t care what I did. Admit it. Admit it, Keith. You don’t think I can do this!”

Whoa... wait? What?! Hold up...

“Babe... that’s not it at all... I know you’re capable”

“Then what is it? What can I finally do to make you see me?!”

What now? Had he missed something? He didn’t think he’d said anything worth making his husband so upset...

Their yelling was starting to draw attention. Grabbing Lance’s hand, his husband yanked it free with a glare. In the corner of his eye, he could see Acxa watching them from where the others were starting to serve themselves dinner

“I can’t...”

“So you can yell at me, but we can’t go somewhere and talk about this, Lance?”

“I can’t talk to you because I don’t... I need to calm down... I’m sorry... I don’t know why I lost it... I don’t know what I’m saying... But I do know that I’m more than just your baby carrier”

Marching off to where he’d set up camp across the clearing, Lance didn’t look back. Lance was more than “pregnant”. At least his husband knew he’d lashed out, and that he was sorry for his actions. Keith just didn’t understand why. Blaming it on hormones seemed like an excuse... And he wasn’t sure how much of the sudden flip was hormones and how much was Lance being on edge from having the recruits here. He didn’t even know pregnancy hormones worked... His mother said she felt slightly crazy... but Lance always felt slightly crazy... For now it was best he let his husband calm, then try talking to him later. Besides... Lance was annoyingly right. He was skilled and needed to trust that. He’d had Kosmo, and despite his arsehole placement of targets, he’d probably had a contingency plan in case he’d fallen... He might love his twins... yet now he was wondering if Lance felt forced to carry them because of him, and not because Lance wanted a family with him... because he definitely didn’t want his husband to feel that way... He... had no idea what to do... all over again.

Sitting halfway up his scouting tree, Lance was on his comms to Shiro. One tick he’d been laughing with Keith, and the next he was biting his husband’s head off. He’d been so mean to him for no good reason... And now he was hiding up a tree... all because he’d been stupid. Pulling some dorky face to make him laugh, Lance gave him a weak chuckle. He hadn’t said anything at all, Shiro hanging on to the silent conversation, letting him come to him

”Thanks, old man... I fucked up so badly today”

“Is that why Keith tried to call?”

Sniffling at Shiro, Lance was now squandering all Shiro’s time for himself

“Dios...I should go...”

“No. Curtis can handle Keith”

“That’s not how it works... Keith likes you more. You’re his brother... I don’t even know why I snapped... I tried to make a joke and then... And then I was abusing him... and now I’m up a tree because I messed it up. I messed everything up. I told him... I told him that I feel like nothing more than the incubator. I worked so hard Shiro. I spent four quintants working my arse off, trying the hardest I could to make him see that. And it... I had so much fun...”

That was true. He’d had fun. He’d gone slightly crazy talking to himself over target location, and making each and every target a challenge after the first clue, but he’d been proud of his efforts. He hadn’t given up. He’d worked harder on it than he had anything else for movements... He just... He wanted to be recognised as a good team leader. He knew what the recruits must think of him. He hadn’t earned his way onto the team. He’d married in.

“Lance...”

“I know! I know I messed up. I... thought that we’d work things out, but he hasn’t given me an answer on anything. He tells me he loves me and then... but... he got mad that I put myself in danger setting up the training course”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lance could see Shiro wordlessly chanting his personal mantra. He never should have run to Shiro

“I’m sorry... I’ll let you go”

“Have you two talked? Sat down and had a proper conversation?”

“No.... I was giving him space to come to his decision”

Groaning deeply. Shiro brushed his hair back from his face

“I didn’t want to be involved in this. But you’re both missing each other over this issue. Keith is scared about becoming a father. It’s completely thrown him. He thinks he’s going to be a bad father, and he’s terrified that your children will end up the foster system. He wants to be a good father. He wants you. He’s scared having the twins might cost him, you. He doesn’t know what to choose if it comes down to it. No. He knows he’ll choose you every time. And it scares him that you might hate him for it. He loves you, and he’s scared. He doesn’t know what you want”

Lance’s bottom lip wobbled. See. It hadn’t been that hard for Keith to talk to Shiro... Why couldn’t they talk like this?

“I don’t know what I want either! I’m scared. Everything is going to change. Everything between us is going change. Our whole dynamic. We can’t... we can’t take missions or do... our thing. I don’t even feel human right now...”

“You and Keith, it’s going to be hard. There’s going to be sleepless nights. Long nights. Nights you wonder if you’re going to make it to tomorrow. Nights you’re going to cry your eyes out. But you have us. You have Krolia. You have your parents. You don’t need to be alone in this”

“So what do I do? How do I tell him I should go back to the outpost?”

“You want to go back?”

Why was Shiro so confused

“I have to. I have to don’t, I? That place means the world to me. I built it up from nothing... and... Hunk’s wedding. What kind of person am I, if I don’t go? If I’m supposed to give birth then... I won’t be recovered. I won’t be recovered from a cesarean. And... I know twins come early, but what if there’s complications? He’s going... I don’t think I’m strong enough to tell Hunk and Pidge”

“You’re not the only one worried about this. And keeping it from Keith isn’t going to help”

“I’m not trying to keep it from him...!”

Only by some minor miracle had his call connected in the first place, Lance knew he shouldn’t be calling Shiro as it was, yet also knew he’d go slightly crazy trying to understand what was happening in his own head. He didn’t. Not anymore. Not like the old him. He didn’t know what was PTSD, or was brain damage, or anxiety, or what was depression. He called Shiro to calm himself before approaching Keith again, and with the magnetic storm raging in the heavens somewhere, it’d only be a matter of time before the call disconnected. He didn’t have time to be getting snippy at Shiro.

“... I’m not trying to keep it from him. But I want to feel like I’m me. That somewhere in this... body... I still exist. I can’t work out how to work any harder, and with everyone here, I’m starting to feel like I fucked my way into this job”

Shiro wrinkled his brow

“I didn’t need to think about that. You are you. You’re entitled to what you feel. Allura was the one who changed your body, because she believed in you and Keith going the distance. He knows it’s hard for you. He knows how uncomfortable you... you... you... feel in... in... in... your own skin. I know you would have worked your hardest... est... est... est...”

Watching the video of his comms seemingly stutter and freeze in places, Lance couldn’t help but feel he’d gone and jinxed his luck by thinking about the magnetic storm

“Sorry, Shiro. You’re...”

With a split tick of warning Lance heard something whizzing through the air. The next thing he knew, he was falling backwards off the tree branch he was perched on after something collided with the side of his head at a substantial speed. Unable to stop the fall, pain blossomed as he hit half a dozen branches, scrambling in some weird attempt to grab a branch while protecting his stomach, and being dazed over what was happening. It was a few very long short ticks before Lance was landing on his side with enough force to drive his breath from his lungs. His head smacking against the leaf litter with enough force for him to taste blood as he passed out where he lay. Bruises rushing to appear across his soft skin, as the world continued on unaware of the solid thudding or silent scream Lance had left out as his world flipped upside down.

“Keith!”

Having watched Lance until he was blob of colour across the clearing, Keith had headed off for that shower to cool his head. He’d thought he’d spent at least a varga in the shower, it’d certainly felt at least triple that as he replied his conversation with Lance, trying to pinpoint what exactly had upset him so. He’d half heartedly tried to call Shiro, yet due to the magnetic storm, the call didn’t connect. Even if he had talked to his brother, it would have been the same things they’d talked about before the panel all over again... but now he had the added worry that Lance felt forced into this pregnancy. Was it normal for someone to still be so up in the air over it all? Even a movement later? Hoping Lance was up for talking, Keith had literally just stepped foot off the ramp of his ship, when Acxa was screaming his name. Spotting her coming from the direction Lance had been, Krystaal was jogging behind her with something in his arms, as Kosmo yipped at the pair. Something was wrong... His frown heavily set on his face as he started jogging towards the pair.

“Keith, it’s Lance... He must have had a seizure... Kosmo was barking and when we came to see, we found him...”

Acxa was breathless with worry. Lance laying limply in Krystaal’s arms. His right cheek heavily bruised

“L-Lance... Give him to me!”

Krystaal seemed started as Keith choke whisper of his husbands name turned into an angry growl. No one was allowed to touch his husband. His instincts kicking up a stink, despite Krystaal and Acxa being friends. Taking Lance from Krystaal, Lance scrunched his face in pain, despite being out of it. Balancing his husband with his knee, Keith brushed his fingers through Lance’s hair. His husband had winced when his head met Keith’s arm. Finding a bloody mat of hair, Lance whimpered softly. His husband must have fallen... He was bruised. Dirty on one side. He must have hit his head and split the skin... Fuck...

“Acxa, can you come with us? I’m going to need you to open the door for me. It’s probably too late, but hold off explaining what happened until I talk to him... I think this idiot was up in that damn tree again”

Acxa nodded quickly

“He must of had a seizure while up there... We’re lucky he hasn’t seemed to break anything...”

Keith hadn’t thought of the fact that his husband could have broken a bone. They shouldn’t have moved him until they’d made completely sure that Lance was completely alright...

“I’m taking him to our room. Then we need to scratch what’s left of his camp. I know he’d got everything planned how he needed it for these training exercises...”

“I can help”

Krystaal may have been standing before him, yet the man might as well have been invisible to him. Lance had all his attention, Acxa he was talking at, rather than to

“We have this. Go back to camp”

“Keith... Let me help. You’re my friend. What can I do?”

Keith felt a growl rising at Krystaal questioning his orders. Friend or not, he didn’t want to be pushed when he needed to tend to Lance. Biting down the growl, he instead snapped

“If I needed you, I would have assigned you a role. Acxa, we need to get him assessed”

Laying Lance down on their bed upon his ship, Lance’s long eyelashes fluttered. For a guy, his husband had stupidly long eyelashes. Hushing his husband before he could say anything, Lance wasn’t conscious enough to reply or do much more than groan at him

“Keith, I grabbed the first aid kit just in case”

Setting it down by Keith’s feet, Keith nodded at Acxa to indicate he’d heard her. He couldn’t go ahead and strip Lance in front of her. Not only because Lance might have an accident, but because with his small budding breasts and stomach, weren’t like the long lean lines Lance had sported at Christmas time

“Make sure no one disturbs us. He might be anxious or confused if he’d concussed”

“Will he... be ok?”

“Yeah. He has crazy fast healing thanks to what Allura did. He’s going to be fine. Sleepy, but fine... Can I ask you not to tell Veronica? This is the first seizure he’s had since we got here. He probably forgot to take his medication... he was waiting all day to know what we thought of the first quarter”

Lying through his teeth, Keith was getting angsty over having to wait. He needed to see if Lance had hurt his stomach in the fall. Patting him softly on the shoulder, Acxa then made toward

“I’m not sure how I feel about the code word being “Tomato”... I liked that it wasn’t something we’d done... Tell him that”

“Thanks, Acxa”

Stripping Lance off, most of his husband’s bruises were on his arms and legs, his stomach miraculously spared during the fall, though with the heavy bruising on Lance’s side, his husband would probably be feeling sore and sorry for himself for the next few quintants. Shimmying Lance’s boxers down, he didn’t see any signs of bleeding between Lance’s legs as he pulled his finger tips back from his husband’s opening

“Buy a man a drink first...”

Jumping at being sprung, Keith glared down at Lance, leaving his boxer briefs half down his thighs as he scooted up the bed

“What were you thinking?! You had a seizure and fell out a tree!”

Grunting at him, Lance propped himself up. Pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a whimper, before lowering himself back down

“You’re lucky you’re still in one piece!”

“Mnmm. What’s the damage, Doc?”

“You hit your head on something, when you seized”

Lance barely shook his head before abandoning the motion

“Didn’t have a seizure”

“You were found unconscious at the base of the tree. You obviously have a seizure”

“Nnn... I don’t remember falling... but didn’t have a seizure”

Lance was seriously fighting him on this? Keith was still recovering from the minor heart attack his husband had given him, and now he was picking a fight!?

“So you fell out the tree for no good reason. And why were you even up the tree to begin with?”

“I think my head hurts”

“You think!? You fucking hit it on the way down”

“That doesn’t seem right...”

Sighing heavily, Keith hung his head as he took Lance’s hand in his

“Babe. There’s no shame in having a seizure, if your meds aren’t working, then we can always go back to Altea. Do you have any idea how scared I was when Acxa yelled my name?”

“Something hit me in the head”

Shooting up, Lance dropped back down just as fast. Groaning, Lance tried to curl in on himself, Keith feeling a twinge if sympathy at his husbands idiocy

“Stop moving! You fell out a fucking tree!”

“I didn’t mean to... I was talking to Shiro... and something hit me in the head”

His husband was up a tree. Talking with Shiro? And didn’t have a seizure? What?

“What? Hang on. You were talking to Shiro? Why? And what do you mean something hit your head? Did that cause the seizure? Or did you hit it...”

“I didn’t have a seizure!”

Bringing his hands up to his face, Lance rubbed at his temples. His husband’s head was most likely throbbing like a bass drum. He would have offered pain relief if he didn’t know Lance would turn it down

“Then what happened?”

“I told you... I was talking to Shiro, then something hard hit my head and I lost my balance... I don’t remember anything else”

“And you’re sure...”

“I’m sure... Ugh... can you stop questioning me? My head hurts”

“Because you fell out a tree you weren’t supposed to be up!”

“I was talking to Shiro!”

They were going around in a circle. Lance was growing progressive more upset. His eyes were teary, and quiznak if Keith wasn’t weak against them. Climbing up to lay aside his husband, he wrapped his arm around the Cuban’s waist

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You really gave me a scare... I just... I don’t understand why you’d be up a tree?”

“I... I fucked up...”

Starting to cry, his husband shook hard. Keith could almost taste the self loathing and pain coming off him

“Shhh... Don’t cry...”

“I called Shiro and broke protocol... because I hurt your feelings... I didn’t mean to snap at you!”

“No. No. I don’t know what you’re thinking about if I don’t tell you. You did a good job. Acxa said so too... but this here, this was what I was afraid of happening. You could have died. Or broken a bone. We can’t call out for help right now... I don’t even know how you got through to Shiro, I couldn’t... but if he was talking to you... that could be it too... Fuck. I’m mad. I’m mad at you for being off the ground. And I’m mad at me for not being there. If Kosmo hadn’t found you and alerted Krystaal and Acxa... you could have been bleeding out...and I wouldn’t have been there”

“All I want to know is what you want! You’re my husband but... I don’t know how to cope with this p-pregnancy”

Hushing Lance again, Keith had learned his lesson over not believing him. He didn’t believe Lance had received an envelope of photos, and likewise, he didn’t believe that his husband hadn’t had a seizure. Unlike last time, he was keeping his mouth shut over it

“I don’t know how to cope either. It’s like all... everything is going to change between us... That’s still no reason to be up a tree”

“I wanted to... escape to think... I didn’t think anyone would look for me up there... I wanted some alone time”

Time alone... didn’t equal calling Shiro. Why could Lance talk to Shiro, and not to him? This wasn’t the first time either. Lance had insisted on talking to Shiro before they’d left Altea... Perhaps his husband was still mad about him not believing him? But Lance had seemed to bounce back by having something to do... Was it because of all the current unsaid things?

“Alright... I’m just going to say it. I want to raise the twins on Earth. I want them to go to school there... and I want them to know your family. That’s if you decide to keep them... I don’t think of you as just the carrier of our babies. If you don’t want this pregnancy, I want you to feel you can tell me. I don’t think I want to bring you into the field again. Not when you’re spending so much alone. I’d feel safer if you were on Daibazaal”

“Then what was the point of me even being here and not at the outpost. I thought we were going to work on our marriage... Today... was a hiccup. I’ve been better... I’ve been better so don’t throw me away...”

“I’m not throwing you away. I don’t think my heart could take anything happening to you”

“Something hit me in the head... I was fine before that”

“And what if you’d been higher up?! You could be dead”

“I know... I know... but don’t... I don’t want you to leave me... I know I’m stupid and brain damaged... and useless... but I don’t want you to leave me behind... I thought I could be brave... don’t leave me for him”

“For who?”

A few ticks passed, Keith shaking Lance’s arm gently

“For who? You’re my husband, babe”

Lance let out a breath that tickled Keith’s neck. Holding still, he realised Lance had either fallen asleep or passed back out, now he was going to have to monitor closely for the night, rather than talking and cuddling. Concussions could be worse than they seemed, especially when his husband decided to get in the head the first place. Who the quiznak was he supposed to be leaving his husband for? He loved Lance. Maybe Shiro knew Lance thought he was planning on leaving him for? They’d finally been talking, then his husband went and dropped that on him, before passing out!? Frankly, he was tired of this shit. These partial conversations. Though he had been the one to push Lance after he’d knocked himself out. Fine. This time was his fault... but like quiznak was he going to try starting this conversation again until they were safely alone, uninjured and well rested.

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A Family Like Ours {Breath of the Forbidden One Shot}{Prince!Shiro x Reader}

Words: 3668

Summary: Takashi only needed to get through this meeting, but with a family as rowdy as his, that was easier said than done.

Notes: I missed my babies ;')

Coran Junior was known amongst the kingdom of Voltron to be quite a menace.

The king and queens son – the prince. He had taken on the title that his father had once pinned to his name, and being only five years old, he currently had no clue just how a prince was supposed to act. Neither you nor Takashi bothered to teach him such things just yet; you wanted him to have a childhood. A childhood that neither of his parents were able to have.

With you having served your childhood on the streets of both Altea and Voltron, searching for any type of work you could get, Takashi had been raised in a castle, which had robbed him of his childhood just as much as you had been robbed of yours. Having his every little need met by handmaidens and guards alike, he had never experienced what it was like to be a child.

During the months of your first pregnancy with Coran Junior, you and Takashi had agreed that there would be nothing like that going on in your household once the baby was born. He would have a childhood. He would be able to go outside and play with his friends, and he would know what it was like to do stuff for himself. He would learn basic human skills. He would know that his rank didn't make him any better than other people.

Today he was particularly rowdy, you noticed. From the moment you had opened your eyes, seen him standing by the end of your bed with a large grin on his face, his black hair stuck up in it's uncombed state, you knew today was going to be difficult.

First of all, Coran and Esmay were both fairly restless. Coran insisted on having all of the attention this morning whilst Esmay was fussy over the fact that she had been woken up earlier than usual; she was definitely your child. Whilst Takashi managed to get out of bed with a spring in his step no matter what time it was, you cherished the few hours of down time you got every night.

Secondly, today was the first meeting between Takashi and the new king of the Galra state, Lotor. It was a big deal to everybody else, though Takashi had read the invite with barely a nod of interest to prove for his own excitement. He and Lotor had grown up together, and though they had barely spoken since the incident with Ezor, this meeting between them was surely going to be nothing more than a few friends catching up.

You were excited to meet princess Allura again as she had made it clear that she was accompanying Lotor on his trip to Voltron. Allura had always been pleasant with you, and the fact that she was of the same race as you made you feel a little bit more excitement towards the whole ordeal.

You would just have to find a way to settle your children first.

As the time for the meeting grew closer, you found yourself losing hope. You didn't want to send the kids off with Coran. Lotor would want to meet them both, and you knew the meeting would go much more smoothly if there were children around to break the ice – but children who were this rowdy? You struggled to believe that that would cause anything more than annoyance amongst the guests you would soon be welcoming into your home.

You grabbed at Junior's arm as he ran around you, Esmay seated in your lap with the beans from breakfast still clumped in her curly black hair. She had just finished screaming her head off as you tried to run a comb through her locks, and Junior had not settled down once during the entire ordeal.

“Coran Shirogane, if you do not sit down and settle right now, I'm telling your father that you misbehaved!”

Junior simply squealed, now adding a tiny jump to the laps he was running.

You groaned, running a hand through your hair. You were still yet to meet with the stylists who were due to make you look presentable enough for king Lotor. You still weren't used to the pampering, though you found yourself suddenly craving to be sat in that seat – anywhere but here.

You loved your children with every beat of your heart, but there were times when being alone sounded a whole lot more appealing than dealing with their screaming.

You made another attempt at Esmay's hair, simply using your fingers instead of trying to take the comb to it again. You didn't want to set her off so soon before the meeting, though even your fingers were causing her to stir in your folded legs, her chubby hands reaching out and grabbing at the ends of your trousers.

Junior suddenly slumped forward, spreading himself across your shoulders with his arms wound tightly around your neck.

“Mummy, I'm bored! Daddy said there's a special meeting today that I'm invited to, but it's taking too long!”

You nodded, somehow managing to ignore the five year old currently trying to climb up your back whilst you dealt with Esmay.

“Are you coming to the meeting too, Mummy?” your son continued. “Me and you can sneak sweets in like we did the last time.”

“Daddy got mad at us for that, baby,” you replied, unable to hold back the fond smile that spread across your lips at the memory. You and Coran handing sweets to each other beneath the table, Coran giggling as you subtly told him to shh with a finger to your lips.

“Daddy did indeed,” a voice sounded from the door. Your head swung around, relief immediately flooding through you at the sight of your husband leaning against the door frame of the master bedroom.

A soft smile adorned his lips as he looked at the sight in front of him. You could only frown, shooting him a desperate glance, a silent plea for help.

Takashi chuckled and stepped inside, fixing the cuff of his dress shirt as he did so. His black hair was sat slumped against his forehead, as it usually was on his lazy days. You knew he would soon get it slicked back to look presentable for Lotor, though you found yourself appreciating the casual style he still managed to maintain; it reminded you of all of them years ago whenever you would run into each other in the hallways – you in your handmaidens uniform, him in whatever whacky suit he had pulled together that day. Today, he wore a black and white, vertical striped blazer that made him look taller than he already was.

Your husband knelt down and scooped Coran Junior into his arms. You heard your son squeal in excitement.

“Are you bothering Mummy?” Takashi asked.

“No. I was talking to her about the meeting,” Junior replied. “Did you know that she's coming too? We were all invited!”

“We were,” Takashi chuckled, before you felt him prod the small of your back with his shoe. “What has she got in her hair?”

“Beans,” you responded. Esmay stirred in your grip again, reaching up and catching your fingers as you tried to undo a knot that had gotten caught in her curls.

“Beans,” Takashi repeated. “Why has she got beans in her hair?”

You sighed, giving up. You slumped back against the door of the dresser, finally casting your eyes up to look at Takashi – his presence always managed to calm you, and you felt a slight weight get lifted off of your shoulders whenever you were met by his fond smile, holding his son in his arms. “The both of them were extremely rowdy at breakfast this morning. Junior was running around the dining room, and whenever I went to check on him, she somehow managed to get a handful of beans and then continued to run her fingers through her hair.” Takashi's eyes widened in amusement, his gaze flicking down to look at his daughter. He seemed to soften immediately, a small smile adorning his features once again – that look of fondness that you would never manage to get over. It was a pure look, one that told you just how much this man loved his children.

“Wow,” he said. “I haven't known them to misbehave before noon in a long time.” He looked down at Junior, who was still cradled in his fathers arms. There was a large grin on your sons face, Takashi holding him like he was a baby again, a fact which clearly amused the five year old toddler. “Were you giving your Mummy a difficult time this morning?”

Junior shook his head immediately. You raised a brow, pulling Esmay towards you. She snuggled into your chest, one hand still knotted in her hair as she tried to replicate the feeling of your own fingers.

“And now you're telling lies?” Takashi continued. Junior snickered but continued to shake his head. “What did I tell you about lies, Junior?”

“Lying is bad,” Junior recited.

Takashi nodded. “Exactly. So tell me the truth. What were you doing in the dining room this morning?”

Junior took a moment to reply. You watched him, watched how his smile – identical to Takashi's – never once wavered. He was so amused by this, and you found yourself fighting back your own giggles at the innocent act your son was trying to play, knowing full well he had done wrong this morning. You had already scolded him for not sitting down and eating his breakfast – he knew he had been bad.

“Mummy cooked me egg and toast,” Junior said finally. Takashi raised a brow. “I ate it! The toast was cut into little strips and I dipped it into the yellow stuff in the middle – but I didn't eat the white bit. I gave those to Esmay.”

“Was that all you were doing?” Takashi pushed.

“And then I played races around the table.”

“There it is!” you exclaimed. Takashi shook his head, his grin widening as he tried his hardest to put on a stern expression, glaring down at his son who had now burst into a fit of hysterical giggles.

And then Takashi started tickling him.

You laughed loudly as your husband tossed Junior onto the double bed. Junior bounced once, rolled over and squealed as Takashi attacked him with a claw like hand digging into his stomach, his fingers moulding with the fabric of Junior's shirt as he tickled him. Esmay laughed along with them, amused by the scene in front of her. She started bouncing in your lap, clapping her chubby hands.

“Careful you don't break anything!” you called out through a fit of giggles.

Takashi didn't even look up. He had now leaned down and was pretending to take bites out of Junior's neck, making Junior curl up and kick his small feet into his fathers chest. Takashi played along, pretending that his kicks were genuinely hurting him and rolling over to the side, clutching his heart.

Junior gasped, eyes widening as he scrambled up. He took one look at his father before diving on top of him, wrapping his small arms around his shoulders and burying his head in the crook of Takashi's neck.

“Daddy, stay alive! We have a meeting today, remember? You and me were meant to go to the meeting together!”

You chuckled as Takashi cracked open one eye, wrapping his arms around Junior's middle. Junior gasped at the contact, clearly surprised to see that his kicks hadn't, in fact, killed Takashi.

“Oh yes,” Takashi said. “How could I forget? I definitely can't die now.”

Junior grinned and nodded. “Exactly!”

The door to the room opened at that moment, and Coran Senior poked his head inside. Esmay started clapping again at the sight of him – she had always taken a liking to Coran. You often teased that it was because of his moustache, which he now had trimmed a little bit though it still curled up at the ends.

He raised a brow at the sight of the room – Junior sprawled out on top of Takashi's chest, you sitting on the floor with a bean-covered Esmay bouncing in your lap. Neither of you batted an eyelid, finding nothing weird about how your family chose to spend their free time.

“So this is what has kept you from the stylist chair?” Coran said, turning to you.

You shrugged. “Being a mother is difficult, my good friend.”

Coran scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Well, so is being a queen, and you now have queenly duties to attend to. So get moving.”

You pouted, but you knew he was right. As much as you didn't want to get up and leave the perfect scene you had just been involved in, you did have queenly duties to attend to, no matter how much you tried to push them to the side.

And so the poking and the prodding began, very much against your will. Needles were pushed into the fabrics you were due to wear, tightening them until your bosom was pouring out over the top of the dress. Takashi whistled at you on his way past the room, having only poked his head in once with Esmay dangling from his arm. You had thrown a shoe at him, prompting him to quickly flee from the dressing room with only the echoes of his laughter as evidence he had been there at all.

By the time Lotor had arrived, you had changed outfits twice, had your hair redone a number of times due to Esmay's clawing hands ruining the original do, and had make up placed neatly upon your skin. You knew you would no doubt break out into hives after this meeting, your face not used to the feeling of cosmetics upon it.

You were relieved to finally be taking your seat next to Takashi at the head of the table, Lotor, Allura and sat on the other end. A number of guards occupied the other seats, a mix between Galra and Voltron citizens.

You tried to keep Coran Junior as firm on your lap as you possibly could – at least during the introductions. He could sit still for only a few minutes whilst his father greeted the guests. Takashi held Esmay in his arms as he did so, grinning at Lotor, starting up a warm chat about how long it had been since the two had seen each other, how things had been. Allura congratulated you on the birth of your children, despite it being nearly an entire year since you had been pregnant.

Allura questioned you on the delivery, on how your body had been able to take such a harsh process after the years you had spent being underfed and malnutritioned.

“It was by the grace of the Lions,” you replied, keeping a smile on your face. As the conversations continued to flow – gradually getting more and more political as the meeting went on – Coran Junior failed to sit still in your lap.

He tugged at the collar of your dress, pulling you down so he could whisper in your ear. “Mummy, I stole sweets out of Uncle Coran's room before the meeting. Do you want one?”

You shot upright, eyes wide. Takashi raised a brow, turning to look at you in concern as Lotor went on about how his coronation had went only a few weeks prior. You sent your husband a warm smile, a way to tell him you were okay, though you could feel the giggles bubbling in your chest.

Perhaps it was the boredom that caused you to suddenly be so easily amused, but the idea of Junior sneaking into Coran's room and stealing the sweets he had made you want to laugh.

You looked back to your son and leaned forward so you, too, could whisper back to him. “What ones did you steal?”

Junior fumbled in his trouser pocket for a second before pulling out what looked like a paper bag of jelly beans. You had seen Coran buy those at the market only a few days prior, and it was clear he had planned on saving them for a special occasion. Jelly beans were much more common in Altea than they were in Voltron, a fact that you and Coran had been forced to learn the hard way.

You snickered as you reached your hand out. Junior excitedly bounced upon your legs as he poured a few into your awaiting palm, before slyly placing one into his own mouth.

He shot upright, dramatically looking around the table in the way only a five year old could do. You followed his lead, slyly slipping the jelly bean into your mouth and chewing away as quickly and as subtly as possible.

Takashi and Lotor continued to speak. You and Coran continued to eat, even slipping Esmay the odd sweet whenever she popped her head around her fathers shoulder.

The end of the meeting was quickly approaching, though, and you knew you would soon have to find some excuse as to why your five year old son wasn't completely worn out but, instead, seemed to be on a sugar high. Usually Junior and Esmay both would be knocked out by this time, but Junior was still bouncing up and down on your lap, clapping his hands to the table as Esmay laughed and tugged at Takashi's grey tuft of hair.

Takashi raised a brow as she reached up to do it again. Lotor chuckled.

“They both seem a bit restless from what I can see,” he commented. “Lions, even your wife looks a little bit bubbly there, Takashi. What have you been feeding them?”

You pursed your lips. It was obvious Takashi had caught on. He turned to look at you, tilting his head a little bit to the side with his eyes narrowed. You avoided his gaze, instead choosing to pretend like you had taken a sudden interest in the wallpaper that lined the dining room walls.

Takashi sighed. “My apologies for my families lack of manners, King Lotor.”

“An apology is not needed,” Lotor replied. “We should probably get going anyway, Allura and I. A long day of travel ahead.”

“Of course.” Takashi and you both stood up, bidding the couple a warm farewell.

As soon as the dining room door shut behind them, Takashi sighed loudly, dramatically, any way to get his clear frustration out.

You grinned at him.

“You have jelly beans in your teeth.”

You closed your mouth immediately, swiping your tongue across your teeth. “It was an accident, Takashi. I swear to you. The jelly beans were just there, and-”

“Where did you even get them from?” Takashi stepped forward and swiped the nearly empty bag of sweets out of Junior's hand. Junior wailed, turning to you in a sudden flurried panic that startled Esmay, her head snapping off of her fathers shoulder.

“He found them, Mummy!” Junior yelled. “We have to go! He's gonna get aaaangry!”

You picked Junior back up and held him close to you. He continued to wail, trying to make any attempts to run as Takashi inspected the bag.

“These are Coran's?” Takashi questioned, ignoring his sons overdramatic yelling.

You nodded. “Junior took them from his room this morning, I think. It would have been a shame to have put them to waste, wouldn't it?”

Takashi raised a brow. For a second, you truly thought he was angry; he had every right to be, of course. As queen, you were supposed to show at least some level of respect for the guests you were due to serve. Takashi was aware of your lack of courtly skills, but he had given you a fair warning that eating sweets during a meeting wasn't something he approved of.

You ducked your head down, sighing. “I'm-”

Suddenly, Takashi's fingers came in contact with your chin. It was a slight movement, his fingertips like feathers against your skin, but it startled you nonetheless. Your eyes snapped up as he guided your head to look at him, soft grey eyes meeting yours and immediately, somehow, relaxing you.

“I have told you time and time again that you don't have to apologise to me for anything,” he said. “I'm truly more angry at the fact that you didn't share with me during the conversation. Lions know I could have used a sugar boost.”

Your eyes widened. “Takashi! Lotor is your friend!”

Takashi groaned and leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. You could sense his exhaustion – you loved it when he got like this. Whenever he was tired, he ceased to function like a king. He became Takashi again, with that same lop sided grin and those teasing comments he always used to make. He no longer cared about what Voltron thought of him, and it was times like that whenever you remembered why you had fallen in love with him in the first place.

“And I appreciate him coming here today, but I've been wanting to curl up in bed all day,” he said. “Would you do me the honours of joining me?”

You chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and bouncing Junior on your hip. “Afraid I can't, Your Highness. It seems like these two have quite a sugar rush to burn off.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“I'm going to blame you for dragging us to a meeting that was more boring than your coronation.”

Takashi gasped dramatically. “My coronation was not boring!”

But you were already half-way out the door, grinning to yourself with a spring in your step.

#voltron #voltron headcanons #voltron scenarios #voltron imagines #voltron self insert #takashi shirogane #shiro voltron #shiro x reader #keith kogane #keith voltron #hunk garrett #hunk voltron #pidge gunderson #pidge voltron #lance mcclain #lance voltron #voltron au

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galraluver · 2 years

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Snowball fight with any galra of your choice

❤❤💜💜🖤🖤✨

I'm a little rusty at this kind of thing, but I tried my best 😅

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Ezor never imagined that she'd ever be in a relationship with a human nor did she ever think that she'd go to Earth with her human girlfriend, but the one thing that she was almost sure would never happen was her human girlfriend taking her somewhere snowy. After Ezor was allowed to leave the quarantine area in the Garrison (Y/n) wanted to show her alien girlfriend some of her favorite things about Earth and that's exactly what she'd been doing for the past month. (Y/n) remembered how Ezor was confused about snow, so as soon as she got the chance (Y/n) made reservations for a cabin up in the mountains when she saw on the news that it would be snowing. (Y/n) ordered some custom made winter clothing for her girlfriend before the big trip, not wanting Ezor to get cold during their little winter getaway. So, once they both unpacked their bags after arriving at the cabin, (Y/n) and Ezor put their winter gear back on before going outside.

The cold crisp air made both women shiver a little when (Y/n) opened the front door to the cabin they were staying in; to (Y/n) it felt refreshing but Ezor wasn't used to feeling such chilly air. The path to the cabin had already been shoveled, so (Y/n) led Ezor away from the path where the snow was eight inches deep, at the very least. Ezor had a slightly difficult time walking through the snow at first, but she tried not to stumble too much as she followed her much shorter lover who seemed to have no difficulty walking through the powdery white substance. The crunch of the snow under their boots and the crisp winter air felt refreshing as snowflakes gently fell from the sky, creating a winter wonderland where they could enjoy it together. (Y/n) loved how beautiful the winter forest around them looked covered in a fresh layer of snow, mostly untouched since there weren't really any people around.

"So this is snow." Ezor spoke as she followed (Y/n) through the snow, looking up as the snowflakes fell all around them.

"Yeah, this is it. Did you know that each snowflake has a different pattern?" (Y/n) asked her girlfriend with curiosity, turning around and smiling at her as she stopped walking.

"There's so many. How can each one have a different pattern?" Ezor queried in awe, looking at her girlfriend with confusion as she too stopped walking.

"That's just the way they're made." (Y/n) replied before she started walking again, smiling as she thought about the elegant snowflakes falling from above.

Ezor tilted her head slightly to the right before she started walking again, following (Y/n) even further away from the path. As the two of them walked side by side (Y/n) got a sneaky idea, one that made her feel gleeful; Ezor had never been in a snowball fight, although she was about to change that. She waited for Ezor to look the other way before bending down long enough to scoop up some snow and shape it into a ball. It had been a long time since she'd had a snowball fight with anyone, so when the opportunity presented itself she refused to miss it. As soon as Ezor was far enough ahead (Y/n) threw the snowball at her, hitting her girlfriend on her back which caused the ball of snow to be destroyed.

"Hey, what was that for?" Ezor questioned in shock when she felt something hit her on the back, spinning around and looking directly at (Y/n).

"Well, that was a snowball. Humans throw snowballs at each other for fun." (Y/n) replied with a playful tone, a wide smile appearing on her face as she explained what she just did.

"Snowballs, huh?" Ezor asked her with interest, quirking her left eyebrow ridge upwards a little; she had never heard of a snowball fight before, but to her it sounded like a lot of fun.

"Yep! It's one of my favorite things to do in the snow, too." (Y/n) confirmed gleefully, noticing the mischievous expression on Ezor's face.

Ezor liked the idea of throwing snowballs at people, so she bent down and scooped up some snow with her hands, feeling just how powdery the snow was through her mittens; she could even feel the cold through her knitted mittens a little. She was able to make a ball with the snow, just as (Y/n) had done only a few moments prior and she couldn't wait to throw it at her. (Y/n) took a few steps backwards, knowing what her girlfriend was planning to do with the snowball she made. Honestly, starting a snowball fight with her alien girlfriend had unknown consequences, but it would be fun nonetheless. Ezor had a mischievous grin tugging at her lips after she made sure her snowball was perfect, ready to toss it at (Y/n).

"Oh, you are so getting it." Ezor spoke with a playful tone, grinning mischievously as she slowly walked towards (Y/n).

"Ezor, think about what you're doing." (Y/n) replied hesitantly while she continued to back up, there was no doubting she was in for it now.

"I have, actually." Ezor responded as she continued to walk towards (Y/n), raising her left arm a little and aiming at her short significant other.

(Y/n) quickly bent down and made a snowball, getting ready for the impending snowball fight that she started and intended to finish. She yelped playfully when Ezor threw the snowball at her, hitting her on the right leg which caused them both to laugh joyfully. (Y/n) laughed as she threw her second snowball of the day, just barely missing her girlfriend as she clumsily jumped out of the way. Honestly, part of the fun of having a snowball fight was not being perfect at it; snowball fights were fun and that's all that mattered. (Y/n) and Ezor just stood there for a moment, both of them smirking as they made direct eye contact while planning their next moves.

"Ooohh, you almost got me!" Ezor laughed as she smirked at (Y/n), bending down and getting another snowball ready.

"You just got lucky!" (Y/n) retorted as she got ready to dodge another snowball, briefly bending down so she too could prepare another ball of snow to throw.

Ezor playfully rolled her eyes before throwing her snowball at (Y/n), hitting the human woman on her left arm this time. (Y/n) was able to get another snowball ready fairly quickly, tossing it through the air and finally hitting Ezor on her right hip. She smiled triumphantly when she made a direct hit, quickly turning away and getting hit on her left shoulder blade by a slightly bigger snowball. Ezor never thought that she would ever have so much fun throwing snowballs nor getting them thrown at her, but having a snowball fight with her adorable human girlfriend was one of the most fun things she'd ever experienced. The two of them continued throwing snowballs at each other until they both got cold and decided to go back to the cabin so that they could sit in front of the fire and drink something warm, enjoying the beginning of their romantic winter vacation together.

#Ezor #VLD Ezor #Ezor x Reader #Galra #Scenario #SFW #SFW Scenario #Ezor x Reader Scenario #Voltron AU Where Everybody Lives #Voltron Legendary Defender #Voltron #VLD

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motheroflittlelions · 3 years

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What? What’s that you say? A new chapter? How about sometime today, will that work?

Hang on, my Lovelies! It’s a monster chapter, too! So much happening with/to a lot of characters in this one. And it’s pointing them all to a certain...how to say it...a certain episode in canon and nothing will stop it now. How about a snacc while you are waiting so patiently? 🐾💜❤️

#lotor #lotor’s gift #vld #it’s always lotor with me #voltron #lotor x reader #lotors generals #Ezor deserves to be promoted #she saves his ass so many times #best things come to those who wait #I’ll update today #I promise #prolific writer

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lady-of-perfection · 7 years

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A link between your soul and mine (Lotor x reader)

Plot:

Y/N is half human half Galran (not known to Y/N though her hair has natural shades of purple in it) that came with the Paladins to the Castle of Lions though she was not chosen as a Paladin by the lions. Y/N still helps on the ship in fights.Y/N and the Paladins have been brought down to a on the ground fight. While the others are fighting the Generals Y/N is singled out into a one on one with Lotor. During the fight the two of them feel a connection as if their souls were made for each other. Y/N is knocked out and taken by Lotor. While captive Y/N and his connection grows till neither can deny it and it turns into ;)

A/N: The film from which I got the quote from is titled Crimson Peak, its a Gothic romance featuring Tom Hiddleston as Sir Thomas Sharpe, Jessica Chaistain as Lady Lucille Sharpe and Mia Wasikowska as Edith Cushing. It's a great film in my opinion, I recommend it.

Word Count: 1295

"Y/N, to your left!" Shouted Keith, but it was too late, you were pushed down to the ground and as unfortunate as it was you rolled down the hill where the paladins and you were fighting on.

You found yourself face to face with a soldier, whose life ended when he found one of your daggers in his heart.

After the soldier had fallen you pulled your dagger out and continued on fighting.

Soon you found yourself in front of the prince himself.

That posture of his was unmistakable.

You stepped in front of him saving one of your allies' life.

You had a soft grin on your face, as you began to fight one on one.

Everything was going according to your battle strategy in your head, up until he took off his helmet.

The reason for that was getting one of your daggers to be stuck in the side of it.

As he tossed the helmet away from him, you could stare into his eyes for the first time.

Looking in those bluish purple eyes of his, you felt a strange feeling in your chest.

"This can't be!" You examined, before losing consciences.

You felt yourself being lifted up by somebody, then the last thing you heard was the person holding you barking out orders.

Waking up you found yourself in a huge bed.

"You woke up at least. Here are your clothes that you should dress into half-breed." Said a gruff voice before leaving the room.

Half-breed? Does he think that you have Galra(n) blood in you?

That's foolish, you thought as you dressed up in the clothes given to you.

They complimented the purple strands of your hair perfectly.

"Hey, are you ready?" Questioned a sing-song voice from behind the door.

You took a big breath before opening the door, only to find a rather cheerfully smiling female half-breed.

"Come with me please, you and the prince have many things to talk about Y/N." She and you talked about anything but the raging war.

"Here we are. I'll leave you to it." With a wink and a little giggle she left.

"Ah, Y/N. You have been out for a while. How do you feel?" He asked.

"I feel strange, I don't know how to explain it. Did you use some type of Galra(n) magic on me?" You asked jabbing an accusing finger in front of him.

He chuckled slightly and patted your hand away.

"Dear, it seems you felt it too. Not that I am stunned by it."

He gave you no further clarification, and you didn't pester him to tell you about it.

You figured that he wouldn't just tell you and ask for something such as information in return.

Out of the blue he leaned in closer to you.

"You look ravishing." He whispered in your ear, before leaning away, acting as though he didn't just compliment you.

The first month on the enemy's ship wasn't as bad as you thought. Still you hoped that the paladins were trying to find you, it's been a month after all.

The Galra didn't put you in any of the prison cells, nor did they torture you.

The strange thing was that they didn't attempt to get information out of you either.

You weren't sure what the purpose of them doing this was, but you were sure about one thing.

While you were in the presence of the heir to the Empire you didn't feel so alone.

Well, alone is a bad word to use. You didn't feel empty and that something was missing.

Oh god(s)! Are you developing Stockholm-Syndrome? Otherwise why would you suddenly have thoughts like that?

"Axca, Ezor would you please let me talk to the prince privately?" You asked the two generals, who looked at each other with shocked expression before departing.

"My lovely Y/N, what is that you so wish to tête-à-tête with me about?" He asked.

"I feel the need to talk to you about something. Did you do anything to me that could affect my feelings? Put something in my meals perhaps? For that could explain, why I miss you when we are apart."

You were walking up and down, while questioning him.

He was sitting on his throne, motionless, as he listened to your ranting.

"My prince, you have to come with me now! We are being attached." Interrupted one of Lotor's soldiers.

The silver haired half-blood prince dismissed the soldier and turned to you.

"We will have a conversation about this when I come back." With that he left.

As it turns out, some of the rebel ships were attaching the enormous Galra(n) ship, and Lotor was needed.

You spent agonisingly long hours waiting for Lotor to be back.

After waiting for at least 3 hours, you went to search for one of his generals to help you out, if they came back too.

You found Ezor walking in your direction as you stepped out of your room.

"Come with me quickly!" She grabbed your arm and practically sprinted with you, until you reached Lotor's chambers.

She pushed you inside and left without any further explanation.

"Y-Y/N." The prince's voice was hoarse.

You walked up to his bedside, in which he was lying.

You noticed a big wound on his chest, it seemed that it wasn't treated yet.

"Shall I call a healer to attend to your wounds?" You asked him with worry etched in your voice.

"There is no need for that, dear. All I need is for it to be cleaned, which I assume you could do too." He had a wolfish grin plastered on his face.

"My prince-" You wanted to refuse his request but he was persistent, telling you he knew of your healing skills and that you shall consider this as the price for telling you what he wanted to before you were interrupted.

In the end you gave in, dampening the cloth in the bowl filled with water and some other chemicals to make the healing process go faster.

You placed it upon the wound on his chest, if you weren't so concentrated on patching him up, you would have been a flustered mess.

"Thank you, and now I feel the need to give you the much needed explanation." He told you, after you finished patching him up.

"I still need to put bandage around your wound." That was the first time you heard him laugh.

"Darling, there is absolutely no need for something like that. You see I heal pretty fast, especially when it comes to a wound such as this. But I don't blame you for desiring to touch me."

You blushed at his assumption, but didn't deny it.

"There is something only a few people know about, anybody with Galra(n) heritage including you and I has a special gift, which makes it easier to find a mate."

He gave you the much needed explanation that you needed but you were still unsure about his sincerity.

"How would I know that you speak of the truth?" You stood up from your position.

"Because I feel like as if a link exists between your soul and mine. And should that link be broken either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die."

You stared at him astonished.

"That was beautiful, do you really feel like that though?" You asked taking your former seat, next to him on the bed.

"Why of course I do, love." He stroked your cheek softly with his slender fingers.

"Would you be mine?" His voice grow huskier and more seductive as he said that.

"Only if you promise to be mine in return." Was your reply, at which he answered with a kiss.

A/N: I used some lines from Crimson Peak.

~Written by: @lady-of-perfection

#lotor x reader #prince lotor x reader #lotor imagine #prince lotor imagine #lotor #prince lotor #voltron #vld lotor #voltron legendary defender

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