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broooooooo alright story time: so my found family that I mentioned in the original post for this concept, we all connected online and we’ve almost all experienced some form of abuse to varying degrees, so this is also extremely near and dear to my heart

here is a link to the original headcanons in case you have read them and would like to💜

I am also putting a trigger warning on this one so time to add a cut👐

Keith Kogane x Female Reader

requested: Oml darling, I love your writing! Could I request what Keith is like when trying to kiss his girlfriend for the first time?? Thanks so much darling!

word count: 1205

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You were happy. Genuinely happy, for the first time since you and your Garrison friends got stuck in space to fight a war that wasn’t yours. You had always had a small crush on the red paladin, even during the Garrison days before he got suspended, but by the way he treated you, the thought of him feeling the same never once crossed your mind, until the day he asked you to be his significant other, and the day you said yes.

Surprisingly, the two of you made a damn near perfect match. Your fighting capabilities complimented each others beautifully and you showed each other enough affection to be cute but not so much that it felt smothering.

You had been together for a while when out of the blue Lance called you in for what he called a ‘Love Experts Intervention’. You had laughed as he dragged you off, a confused team being left behind the two of you on the bridge, and an even more confused Keith staring after the two of you debating whether or not to follow.

“He’s never going to make a move.” Lance stated the second the two of you were alone.

Lance was your best friend at the Garrison, and still your best friend in the castle. Even after you started dating Keith the two of you were thick as thieves. You had spent hours telling him all about your crush on Keith before the two of you got together, and likely just as much time after as well. That’s why Lance was so competitive with Keith, he wanted to make sure the boy was worthy of his bestest friend in the whole universe.

Lance knew all the details of the relationship thus far and could tell by how Keith acted around you that the red paladin was not planning on moving out of the comfortable thing the two of you had going on now, and if he was, he was way too nervous to actually succeed.

“What’dya mean Lance?” You had finally asked, confused by the blue paladins prior statement.

“I mean I get the feeling Keithy has never been in a relationship before. He’s a total noob!”

“Oi! I’ve never been in a relationship before either Lance.” You countered.

“Yes but you aren’t a socially awkward shut in that got kicked out of the Garrison and lived alone in the desert for two years either.”

“Did you just call my boyfriend a socially awkward shut in?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point. The point is you guys have been dating for like months probably and haven’t even kissed yet.”

“I do believe that is absolutely none of your concern, pal.” You couldn’t decide if you wanted to laugh or smack him upside the head.

“You being my best friend makes it my concern, pal.” He responded downright indignantly.

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smirk. “Okay, so we haven’t kissed yet. That’s an issue because…” you trailed off, already knowing he would answer your question.

“It’s an issue, my dear Y/n, because the boy is too awkward to make the first move. I’ve even given him pointers! Fool-proof plans down the drain. He’s hopeless I tell you, so you and I have got some work to do.”

Thus, the start of what would become a very memorable night in all the ways unanticipated, began.

The plan was simple really. Keith would ask Lance for some help, Lance would give him the most stereotypical answers possible, and the ball would be in Keith’s court. But, as I’m sure everyone would be shocked by, Keith chickened out.

Part of you started to think that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. You were hyper aware of all his movements, already seeing what he was trying to do before he could even fully figure it out, and he kept backing away from you. The insecure side was starting to think that maybe he just doesn’t like you like that, maybe he just wants to be friends. But you already knew that wasn’t true, which made blocking out that part of your thought process a little easier, though the thoughts were still there.

It was half-way through the movie the two of you picked together that your boyfriend squeaked out a horrible fake yawn and awkwardly rested his arm across your shoulders. You giggled as you rolled your eyes and repositioned yourself, as well as his arm, so you could be completely nuzzled into his side.

As the movie finally came to an end, Keith moved to look down at you. You propped your head up on his chest and stared right back at him, smiling softly.

“Hey you.” He said quietly.

“Hey yourself.” You responded just as gently, refusing to stir the silent peace surrounding the two of you.

He slowly inched toward you, your heart skipped a beat. It’s finally happening, you thought to yourself. But then he hesitated, and started to pull back, preparing to either ignore it or give a ten minute apology speech, but you stopped both by grabbing his face in your free hand and pulling your lips to his.

You had waited patiently for him to make the move, and you were growing tired of him constantly second guessing himself.

The kiss was sweet, hesitant, he was shocked still for a moment before finally relaxing into it. Your broke away at last when your lungs had run out of air, you giggled as you pressed your forehead to his, listening to his uneven breaths.

“That was incredible Y/n.” He whispered, staring into your eyes, a grin playing at his lips.

“Wanna do it again?” You asked, running his hair through your fingertips. Keith nodded happily before taking control and pressing his lips to yours.

Each kiss took your breath away, and not just because you both refused to stop until the lack of oxygen hit. Everything about your boyfriend felt like a dream, and the idea of waking up frightened you more than Haggar herself.

As the weeks past, the two of you broke it of your comfortable habits and started doing things that would have previously made you both hide in embarrassment. You became more open about your feelings, less shy about showing physical affection in front of the team, you felt as though your boyfriend was actually yours, and not just half yours while in private.

“Be careful out there.” You mumbled, holding Keith’s helmet as he finished prepping for a longer than usual mission.

“And you be careful here.” He responded, gently taking your face in his hands and pulling you into a kiss.

The two of you very easily get lost in each other, so it wasn’t until you heard Lance’s voice through the helmet set that you realized you had taken too long. You quickly pecked him on the lips one more time and put his helmet on his head, watching as he and the rest of the Paladins flew off to perform another universe saving mission, Lances voice ringing in the back of your mind as a smile played at your lips.

“I so regret helping you two get out of that awkward phase.”

Matt Holt x Reader

requested: Matt! Matt or James! I love both of those and just reading First Kiss of Keith x Reader made me HAD to request one those boys! James x Reader! If not, Matt x Reader please 😄💕

word count: 2662

a/n: I mayhaps got carried away a lil bit and did one for both of them?? 👉👈

2nd a/n: ok no I really got carried away with this one, this is honestly the longest fanfic I’ve ever written, it just started writing itself and yuh, uhhh, enjoy💜

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Your relationship with Matthew Holt wasn’t exactly one most people would consider practical. You were both long time members of the rebellion and became friends while imprisoned together on a Galra ship. It was the first time in a very long time you had seen another human being.

After breaking out of the prison together, and taking all the prisoners with you, the two of you stuck together. Every mission assignment, battle, meeting, all of it, you did together, and the two of you quickly became the rebellion's most notorious duo.

It was natural to form a crush on your best friend and partner, the two of you worked side by side each and every day and were completely inseparable. You had decided it’d be weirder if you didn’t form a crush on the boy, but that was just your way of trying to limit the intensity of it. It was just a small crush, it would pass eventually and change nothing. Oh if only that’s how it worked.

In time it got to be too much. In every meeting you’d find yourself too distracted by him to pay attention, in battles your concern for his wellbeing put you at risk as you forced yourself not to think about it before losing your nerve when an enemy got too close to him for your comfort. Missions were hell because you’d fly shoulder to shoulder whenever the two of you were given small shuttles, you shared sleeping quarters, often even a bed, and when a mission would go awry in any way you’d immediately get distracted trying to locate him.

This small crush of yours was really starting to tick you off as well as become detrimental to both you and the rebellion. Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Matt had gotten badly injured during your last raid and the two of you were on a med ship so he could get proper treatment. You blamed yourself, you could’ve been there, you could’ve been the one that got hurt or stopped the damage from being done all together, if only you hadn’t been so distracted.

This was a war, and distractions are too dangerous a weakness to have. If the Galra picked up on your slight hesitation with every swing of your weapon as you scanned the battlefield for your friend, they would use it to their advantage without blinking an eye. You couldn’t do it anymore. It wasn’t just some small crush, you had fallen in love with your partner and that was something you would never allow to be used against you, because you knew if they got Matt and used him to get to you, you’d probably break. You had fought too hard, too long, and accomplished too much to let that all go to waste now.

In the dead of night hours, while everyone was asleep, you wrote out a note to your best friend, explaining to him exactly why you were leaving him. You wrote down all of your feelings, every thought, you told him you’d both be better off this way, that when the war was over you’d find him, and that he was going to take you to that little corner restaurant on earth he always told you about. You’ll catch up with each other, but until then you’d have to go your separate ways for the good of the rebellion.

You slipped the note that essentially held your deepest darkest secrets as well as your heart into his pocket and you left without a second thought.

You remembered that day fairly often. After you had left you immediately went to headquarters, they were shocked to see you, especially alone. There you had told them that you and Matt were going your separate ways from now on, leaving no explanation as you requested he not be informed of your whereabouts. They reassigned you as a lone fighter that would help anywhere for anything. You quickly became known as the rebellions shadow. Wherever a battle was going horribly wrong, you were there to put it back on track. You single handedly evened all odds stacked against the rebellion , and you never hesitated with any mission given.

It was about two or three years later when a distress beacon from earth got you roped into going back to your home planet. As the good little soldier you were, you didn’t ask questions or fight it, even though it was the absolute last place in the universe you wanted to be. You hadn’t been to earth since you were taken from it about fifteen years earlier, and you didn’t like the high possibility that all other human affiliates were being sent to aid earth as well, meaning Matt would likely be there. But you sucked it up and set your coordinates for the distress beacon, woefully unprepared to finally return.

When you arrived you were greeted by the paladins of Voltron. You had worked with them on several previous occasions and thought of them as friends, although seeing the green paladin, Pidge, always made your heart hurt because Pidge looked oh so similar to Matt. You were aware they were siblings, but neither were aware you knew the other and you never had the heart to tell Pidge you’d abandoned Matt and left him all alone in space. You weren’t proud of what you had done, but you didn’t regret it either. You had gotten stronger and much less distracted without him by your side, but you missed him. Too much to bear sometimes.

The battle was a tiring and worrisome one, but Voltron and the Coalition prevailed. After all the troops got back to the Garrison where everyone was stationing until further notice, the green paladin quickly found you and excitedly grabbed your arm.

“Come on, come on, I’ve got someone I want you to meet!” Pidge shouted, pulling you towards the large crowd of people who had just fought an exhausting battle alongside you.

“Pidge, slow down please. Who could possibly be so important-” You froze when you looked away from the small paladin and met the gaze of the boy who looks identical.  “Matt.” You whispered under your breath in shock after coming to an abrupt stop while Pidge continued to tug on your arm.

You were certain it was him, of the fact that he was identical to the green paladin give it away, the shock and recognition as he stared did.  He looked different, taller and more grown up, he had grown his hair out too. He looked great.

Pidge looked at you confused. “How’d you know I wanted to introduce you to my brother?” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the boy who you had spent so much time with and then abandoned. “Come to think of it, how do you even know his name?”

There was an alien by his side, clinging to his arm. Your heart constricted at the sight. When he started moving through the crowd toward you, you tried to will yourself to move. You remembered saying you’d find him when the war was over, and although it’s long from over, this seemed like a great time to reconnect. Except for the fact that every muscle in your body was screaming at you to turn tail and run. You couldn’t face him, not after what you’d done, and not after seeing that he seemingly found someone, but you couldn’t move either, you just watched as he made his way toward you.

Multiple possibilities were rushing through your mind. Was he going to tell you not to worry about having to find him because he never wants to see you again? Was he gonna tell you that you leaving was the best thing that ever happened again? Was he gonna ask you why you’d left? For the first time since that night, you wondered if he actually got the note, if he read it.

That thought was what finally broke you out of your trance. If he had read it then he knows everything, if he hadn’t then he's going to want to know why you left. Not really thinking it through, you ripped your arm away from Pidge, turned around, and sprinted in the opposite direction of the siblings. You had no idea where you would go, or how far you’d run, or what you’d do once you decided you were far enough, but you knew you had to get away.

“Y/n!” Matt shouted after you, but you didn’t hesitate as your legs pushed you further and further from the boy you couldn't bear to acknowledge.

You had ran until your legs couldn’t push on any further. You found yourself in a park, not far from the Garrison by car. You sat on a swing and stared at the colorful sky with the setting sun. You slowly swung back and forth, your foot dragging across the ground as you did so. Something about the whole thing felt almost nostalgic, it was peaceful and you were probably the most at ease you had been in years. You paid no mind to the sound of passing cars, choosing to only focus on the way the colors painted the sky and the chains creaked with each pass of the swing.

You felt as though for the first time in a long time, you could think clearly and for yourself. You knew you’d have to go back to the Garrison eventually, your ship was there and you had nowhere else to go. You also knew you’d have to face him eventually as well, though that thought alone just made you want to run away all over again.

You sighed as you got lost in thought, trying to figure out what you’d even say to him. You only vaguely heard the sound of footsteps behind you so when the swing beside you got occupied, you were only a little surprised. You tore your eyes away from the setting sun to find the familiar eyes of your best friend already staring right back.

The air around the two of you was dead silent as you just stared at each other.

“Hi.” He said eventually, his voice soft and kind. The shadows and lighting from the setting sun cast a gentle halo of sorts around him, enhancing his natural beauty, you thought.

“Hello.” You responded nervously but just as quiet.

“It’s been a while.”

You hesitated for a moment. “Yeah,” you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers. “It has.”

“You ran away from me. Twice.” He joked, though you knew better and could pick up on the hurt in his voice.

“I’m sorry, Matt.” You tore your gaze from his to stare sadly at your hands.

“It’s okay. I understand.” Sadness laced his voice. You were quiet, not really knowing what to say exactly. You used to not be able to shut up around each other, but now the air felt stuffy as neither of you really knew how to continue.

After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, Matt took a deep breath.

“About your letter, did you, ya know, mean all of that?” He asked while awkwardly rubbing his neck.

You hesitated, if you told him no he’d leave you be and you could go back to how things were without him seeking answers to questions you didn’t want asked, but as you looked up and saw his pleading eyes, knowing he needed the truth, you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him.

“Every word.” You mumbled.

“Do you still feel that way?”

You could tell he was forcing down an emotion, but it had been so long since you’d last seen him you couldn’t fully pinpoint the emotion he was hiding. Nervousness? Guilt? Fear? You didn’t know, and you hated it.

You hesitated to answer his question, which seemed to be enough for him. “You don’t do you? You probably got off on your own and realized how lame I am.”

He said it jokingly, but you could hear the pain hidden by it. It baffled you. Why would he be… sad? Then the actual words themselves finally registered and you were outraged.

“How dare you! I did not abandon you for three years because I think you’re lame and we both know it.” You were up and off your swing, pacing back and forth before you could form a coherent thought. “I left because I loved you damnit” Your voice broke as you finally found his eyes again. “I left because I love you, and the answer is yes. I do still feel everything I wrote to you and scares the hell out of me.”

“Why does it scare you?”

You groaned and pulled your hair. “Because everytime I see you I wish you felt the same and I know you don’t. It scares me because I’ve never felt like this before. You were supposed to just be a small crush that I move on from as quickly as I fell for, but you aren’t. No matter what I do I can’t move on.”

“Wait, who ever said I don’t feel the same?”

He was so gentle, and so damn confusing.

“No one had to! It was obvious then and it’s painfully obvious now. Your significant other is a dead giveaway that I’ll never be more than a friend.”

“My what now?”

“That alien of yours, come on Matt, I’m not blind, she was practically glued to your side.”

He looked puzzled as he tried to think, then realization hit him and he started cackling. Your face flushed as he doubled over and held his stomach as he laughed. Huffing, you crossed your arms and waited for him to calm down.

He raised and wiped tears from his eyes, a grin etched onto his face and pure adoration gleaming in his eyes. Which only further confused you.

“It wasn’t like that at all, Y/n. We’re not together. I saved her from the Galra, her kind are very loyal, and she seems to think she owes me her life. But she isn’t into humans or male species in general, so you have nothing to be jealous about.”

You felt your whole face flush, causing a smirk to form on his. “I- no, I’m not,” You took a deep breath trying to gather yourself. “I’m not jealous, I was just stating what I saw.”

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” He walked closer to you and lifted your chin so your eyes would meet his. “Can I kiss you?”

You were completely taken aback for a moment, he waited patiently for a response, just watching the flood of emotions on your face. Slowly, you nodded your head in agreement.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, your eyes fluttered shut as you gently wrapped your arms around his neck and returned the kiss, a million thoughts were running through your mind ceasing, the only thing that mattered in that moment was him.

As you finally break apart, he presses his forehead against yours and keeps his arms securely around your waist. You both catch your breath, afraid to break the silence while basking in the afterglow.

“I have waited three years to do that.”

“Why?” You asked hesitantly after a few hushed moments.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe because you left in the dead of the night leaving nothing but a note.” He stated sarcastically. You blushed and tried to pull away, suddenly feeling really bad about what you did those years ago. His grip tightened as he refused to let you slip away again. “Because I’m in love with you too.”

You didn’t know what to say, so instead you pulled him in once again, letting the universe fall away for the moment, the only thing keeping you grounded being him.

Your relationship with Matthew Holt wasn’t exactly one most people would consider practical, but most people could never hope to understand.

sorry for the wait! hope you enjoy :)

(I did Allura as well cause she’s technically a Paladin too)

As the battle raged, they tried to keep you in their sights, but the battlefield was never a good place and now was no exception. You always make them promise not to worry about you in the midst of life and death, but they never listened. Likewise, they always told you to stay by their side if you weren’t in the castle or a lion, so that they could protect you, and you never listened.

You always get so caught up in the battle that you lose track of your team, you wander off and end up fighting for yourself with no hope of aid.

They saw you from across the battlefield, annoyed that you didn’t stay with the group but too preoccupied to dwell on it for too long. You were left mostly to your own devices as they knew you were a well seasoned fighter and could hold your own, but when you started getting outnumbered, they started to worry some. It seemed as though anytime you’d catch a break, several more would appear.

You wear drowning in enemies and exhaustion was bound to override adrenaline eventually. They started making their way toward you, telling themselves that you were a comrade in need and that they weren’t just an overprotective significant other.

Then it happened. You lost your weapon after a particularly harsh blow, and the enemy was coming right down on your head. Out of pure survival instinct, you lifted an arm to protect yourself at the last moment, and then pain seared through your limbs.

You dropped to your knees, screaming, and they rushed to get over to you. The battle was mostly over, and with everyone's attention on you, the remaining enemies were quickly dealt with.

Shiro

he does not handle it well by any means

he lost his own arm and never wanted you to have to go through anything like it

is likely the reason the battle didn’t last much longer because, lets face it, homie went off on some enemies after seeing you get injured

definitely scooped you up and carried you back to the castle himself

everyone else offering to help, but he just needed the reassurance that you were at least still alive

waits outside your cryo pod waiting for you to heal

blames himself for not staying by your side

after your healed he helps you get accustomed to lacking a limb

if/when you get a prosthetic arm he helps you learn out to fight with it and move with it as naturally as possible

cute bonding moments of a shared understanding of being an amputee

Prosthetic Parents™

Lance

you handle it better than he does

he’s absolutely losing his shit while you just calmly pick up your weapon and keep on fighting until you pass out from pain or finish the battle

he paces outside your pod the whole time you’re healing

mumbling to himself about what he could've done and how he should've been by your side

the others are all completely done with him by the time you emerge

“He’s been like this since you went in,” Pidge comments tiredly while working on your new prosthetic

comforting him and letting him know that you’re okay

him worrying that you’re just putting up a front so that you don’t cause anyone to worry about you

you having to comfort and assure him everythings going to be okay

in the days of Pidge still perfecting your permanent prosthetic you have an easily removable one to get used to having one

and sometimes you just pull it off and smack Lance with it when he starts getting too wild

Hunk

definitely cried

like not on the battlefield in the middle of a literal life and death situation

but ohhohoho the moment the field was cleared baby boy was sobbing for you

bakes you cookies and all your favorite comfort foods while waiting for you to get better

is so sweet and gentle while helping you get used to your new lifestyle

helps Pidge engineer your prosthetic

helps you through physical therapy and rehabilitation

honestly is just the most patient and understanding boyfriend

he’s always hyper-aware of you and your emotions and knows when you could use a nice bowl of ice cream or something to hit

makes certain you know you can talk to him

he may still gave all his limbs intact and not know exactly what you’re going through, but would rather be confused than leave you to cope alone

is absolutely devastated on your behalf and is not above crying with you, but also won’t dwell on it if you just wanna move on like normal

is a total sweetheart, no cap

Keith

when he first sees you, he’s so angry

why?! why couldn’t you just do what he asks of you one time and stay by his side?! why wouldn’t you just let him protect and cover you?!

tries to stay calm as to not freak you out on the way to the pod

but the second you’re in and under to start healing?? homie is storming to the training room ready to fight a whole nother battle all by himself

the other paladins just let him go knowing it’s better to let him cool off alone

he comes back and leans against your pod once he calms down

probably pulls his knees to his chest and starts crying

once you’re out you want nothing more than to have him hold you for a while

but he’s avoiding you like the plague

eventually you get tired of it and go to your best friend Lance to rant

“It’s ridiculous Lance! You’d think I cheated on him the way he’s acting!”

hands in the air, pacing, running your hands through your hair every now and then, the whole nine yards

“To be fair, Y/n, you almost died out there. I’m shaken up too, but we all know how Mullet handles things. He probably just needs to think.”

you being so fed up with him, and now Lance too for not taking your side

you just want your boyfriend to cuddle you, damnit

spending hours alone in the training room

half to start working out and getting accustomed to not having an arm and half knowing it was Keith’s go to spot so he’d be forced to face you

once he finally acknowledges you it's completely him trying not to break down into full on sobs while telling you how scared he was

baeby honestly (also sorry, did not mean to make this so long)

Pidge

Pidge.EXE has stopped functioning.

Pidge has experienced loss before, so watching you go down in the midst of a battle, fear and sorrow were the only emotions felt, thought you died

realizes you didn’t die and that you just lost your arm

oh is that all

instead of wasting time outside of your cryo pod just waiting for you to inevitably wake up, decides to get to work on something actually useful

and thus quite possibly the best prototype prosthetic arm in the galaxy is born before you even come out of healing

Pidge is constantly upgrading your prosthetic, determined to give you only the best of the best

struggles to find any other way to cope with this new reality

worries about your mental and physical health

just wants to be there for you and be as helpful as possible in this unforeseen time

thinks you look super hot and badass with a prosthetic arm

Allura

assumes it will grow back

panics when it does indeed not grow back

questions the others on how to best handle the situation

it's a learning experience for both of you

tries to incorporate some Altean gear into your new arm

honestly does not know how to go about helping you but tries her hardest to

offers cuddles, a shoulder to cry on, and someone to talk to if you need it

just wants you to know you can always talk to her

has coffee with Shiro and asks him to tell her everything she needs to know about amputation

is just very loving and concerned and curious and wants to be there for you

James Griffin x Reader

requested: Matt! Matt or James! I love both of those and just reading First Kiss of Keith x Reader made me HAD to request one those boys! James x Reader! If not, Matt x Reader please 😄💕

word count: 1878

a/n: I uh, I hope this is to your liking. it’s different than Keith’s but I hope it’s okay👉👈 this was a lot of fun to write, thank you for requesting! :)

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It came as a surprise. Completely unexpected from both sides.

The earth was descending into shambles, the Garrison was doing all it could to protect the people, but the Galra were stronger. We were ill prepared, outnumbered, and quickly losing fighters. When they called your flight crew back, you were hesitant to follow orders. You could still see civilians down there and knew the second you flew off, they’d be dead.

“Y/l/n, don’t do what I think you’re about to do.” The voice of your squadron commander growled through the radio. You were notorious for disobeying orders off of emotion, and this time was no different.

As your squad flew back to base as ordered, you stayed back, watching the six of your team as well as holding the enemy off as long as possible so the civilians could get to safety.

“Y/l/n,” A voice spoke through the coms gently, “I know this is hard for you. It’s not easy for any of us, but if you stay out there alone, you’re going to get yourself killed.”

You took a deep breath, gaze never straying from your targets as you shot down as many Galra ships as possible. James Griffin was the biggest thorn in your side to ever exist. But not because of his attitude or anything like that, but because he was one of the only people in the entirety of the Garrison that could actually get you to think things through, and you hated that.

You’d survived most of your life by being independent and reckless, you didn’t fear death and had no self awareness when it came to protecting people. Your fierce loyalty, compassion, and sense of duty were the only reason the Garrison didn’t kick you to the curb a long time ago. You’d spent your whole life doing things your way, and for some reason James Griffin was the only person that got you to listen.

You gritted your teeth, debating just turning your com system off until all the civilians were safe, but you knew you’d get way too much shit if you did that.

“Fuck off Griffin, if I get myself killed, I get myself killed. There’s people down there, I won’t abandon them.”

“Y/l/n, you need to come back, now. That’s an order.” His voice sounded shakey, I couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or holding back anger.

“I don’t take orders from you.” You gritted back. You watched with bated breath as the last of the civilians were making a run for it.

“Y/n, get out of there now!” This time he didn’t sound fed up, he sounded extremely concerned. The use of your first name made you drag your eyes away from the ground and up to where a much larger Galra cruiser was pointing right at you.

Looking back down, you watched as the last civilian got to safety. Taking a deep breath you looked back up to see the cruiser charging for an attack.

“Hey James,”

“No, Y/n I know that voice. Don’t you dare. Turn around and come back to base, now!”

“Just shut up and listen to me! If I move now, I’ll bring them right to base.”

“Y/n,”

“James. I won’t put all of you in danger. The civilians got to safety, and so did the rest of my squadron. If I don’t, this is still a day won. Understood?”

There was silence and you knew everyone was watching and listening, their breath caught in their throats. You knew because you’ve been there. You’ve heard your comrades, your friends die. The coms don’t shut off, and you can hear everything in a persons last moments.

“It was an honor to fly with and to work alongside all of you. I’ll be damned if I lead the Galra directly to the front door of the only family I ever had.” Your voice was too shaky for your liking, you hated showing your emotions so blatantly.

“Y/n, don’t do this. Please.”

James Griffin. If anyone could get you to change your mind, it’d be him.

“I signed up knowing one of these missions would be a one-way trip, James. Take care of yourself. Oh and, thanks for being my voice of reason all those years.”

Before anyone could say anything else, you turned off your com system. You couldn’t bear the thought of them hearing your final moment. You also turned off your cameras, and went fully dark, making sure there was no way to track your ship, knowing they’d just send reinforcements if they could.

You weren’t one to just go down without a fight though, and you aimed your ship right at the biggest gun on the Galra cruiser and pressed forward, hoping to get to it and do some damage before your inevitable demise. What you had not anticipated, however, was a giant metal space lion flying in front of you and taking out the very gun you were headed for. You fell back as you noticed four more appear and they all worked together to take out the cruiser.

When one of them appeared in front of you and you saw the familiar face of your old friend Hunk from back when you were cadets at the Garrison, you forgot how to breathe. You waved at him in shock and he waved back, seemingly just as shocked. Pointing to the ground, you watched him nod before maneuvering your ship and heading to the surface.

You were out of your ship, rushing the large yellow space lion and pulling Hunk into a hug faster than one would presume possible.

“Oh my goodness. You’re alive!” You exclaimed. Then you froze and pushed him away before punching his shoulder. “Where the hell did you disappear to?” You couldn’t decide to be overjoyed or royally pissed off, but to be fair, you were just about to preform a suicide mission before they all showed up, your emotions were allowed to be a bit of a mess.

He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “I kinda maybe accidentally joined a Legendary Defender of the universe and have been fighting dangerous murderous aliens.” He said in all one breath.

“Dope. Oh my- Pidge?!” And just like that you were sprinting to a green version of the large space lions. You pulled the small one into a tight hug, the both of you laughing and embracing each other.

“It’s been a while Y/n. I can tell you’ve been working out.” Pidge stated, sounding out of breath from how tight you were hugging.

“I can’t believe you’re all alive. I mean, Sam said you were but actually seeing you guys, this is crazy.”

“What were you doing alone this far from the Garrison?” A shorter boy with longish black hair spoke up. You recognized him from your days as a cadet, but couldn’t pin a name to the face for the life of you.

“Oh uh, well-”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, Y/n. Keith just doesn’t have manners.” Lance said with a smirk as he made his way towards you, pulling you in for a hug himself. You laughed as you hugged him back.

“No, no, it’s okay. I was ensuring some civilians got to safety when my fleet was called back in. I stayed behind to make sure they weren’t tailed or shot down, as well as to make sure the Galra wouldn’t go after the civilians still on the surface. And then the cruiser showed up and I, well, I didn’t want them following me back to the Garrison.”

“They could’ve killed you Y/n/n.”

“They were going to.”

“Yeah. I know.” You square your shoulders back as you made eye contact with Keith, watching as he fully internalized what you were saying.

“You were running a suicide mission.”

Hunk gasped and Lance shook his head in disbelief, Pidge just kind of went silent, and a girl you hadn’t noticed before or ever seen spoke up.

“Why would you do something like that?”

You shrugged. “I’m impulsive and reckless.” You stated as if it was no big deal. “And now that there's no danger of being followed, I’ll escort you all back to headquarters.”

You made your way to your ship and took off, already knowing they’d all be right behind you. It wasn’t a very long flight, and when the building came into sight you suddenly remembered you were dark and they all thought you were dead.

Quickly turning your com system back on, you patched yourself through to the mainframe.

“Coming in for landing, and I’ve got a few special guests with me.”

“Y/n/n! You’re alive?” James all but shouted through the speaker.

“Yes sir I am.”

When he didn’t respond immediately you didn’t really think anything of it, but when you landed and climbed out of your little plane and turned to see him sprinting out of the building, you were shocked to say the least.

As he got closer, you noticed the tear streaks staining his face.

“James are you-”

You never finished your sentence as he got to you and wrapped you in her arms, pulling you towards him. You didn’t really register what was happening until he was pulling away from you and apologizing profusely, attempting to pull away from you entirely.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down, reconnecting his lips with yours. He calmed down and melted into it, wrapping his arms back around you and pulling you impossibly close to him.

The sound of Lance whistling and Hunk whooping in excitement made you break apart in embarrassment. You blushed as you noticed James still hadn’t opened his eyes, as if he was processing it all, and buried your head into his shoulder.

“Y/l/n,” You looked up at him to find him looking down at you with a mixture of emotions shining in his eyes. “The next time you decide to do something so damn reckless and potentially hazardous to your health, make sure I’m by your side. I- I can’t lose you, Y/n.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. You had spent your whole life by yourself, you had found your own family but never thought they thought of you as family as well. The realization that the stunt you pulled actually would’ve hurt someone hurt you. You never imagined there was someone waiting for you to come home, you never thought your absence would bring someone heartache, you knew there was no one for you, and you knew you’d rather risk your own life to protect the people you love than put them all at risk. Knowing it was one-sided made it easier.

Attempting to hold back your tears, you pulled James back down for another short kiss. “You actually ready to be stuck with me, Griffin?” You tried to say lightly, but your shaky voice gave you away.

He brushed your hair behind your ear gently. “I’ve been ready. I was just too nervous to tell you.”

You laughed and grinned as you kissed him again.

“I’m sorry for almost never giving you the chance to.”

ily too Tia🥺💜

ok so for everyone who doesn’t know, Tia is a friend of mine irl and she’s in a wheelchair and we make jokes all the time, so if I say some shit that seems like something someone absolutely shouldn’t say about a disabled person it’s bc I have permission to and we do all the time💀 plz don’t cancel me😂

also, I’m doing headcanons for you, they’re easy and you have like twelve different ways to annoy me through my phone if you want something else

and, even tho I know you and know what you want, you didn’t technically specify, so I did the ‘big three’ (imo) of physical disabilities; wheelchair, deaf, and blind. I hope that’s okay!!

HELL YES YOU CAN I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE TO COME THROUGH OML FUCK YESSSSSSSS

*clears throat and cracks knuckles* let’s do this shit.

they’ve probably both had a crush on you from the start

let’s say you were in the Garrison with them

let’s say you were in Keith’s squadron

and finally, let’s say you befriended Pidge and Hunk which is how you met Lance

you were the only person from the Garrison that Keith kept in touch with

so you knew when he got some weird readings which lead to you sneaking out to help him that night

which is how you ended up in space, as a legendary defender, with two people who couldn’t stop arguing bc of you

baby boy Keith is so shy

lover boy Lance is defo not shy

shameless flirting constantly

Keith watching from the distance fuming bc he wants you to laugh bc of him but you’re always to focused on Lance

but alas it is okay y’all

bc Keith makes you feel so calm and carefree that Lance gets super jealous of it

like sure, he can make you laugh, but the smile on your face just by being in the same room as Keith?? he could never

so he thinks

basically they’re both just really jealous of each other with anything relating to you

you pick up on it easily and find it amusing

they both admit their feelings to you the same day, unplanned, separately

Keith after Lance and he gets so fuckin embarrassed when you start laughing

bless both yalls dumbass hearts

that was an attack on myself not you guys

once you calm down and explain the situation Keith only gets more embarrassed

then you hug him and tell him you need some time to think, he agrees

a Top Secret Klance Meeting™️ then ensues where they discuss your decision

“I think we need to just accept whatever verdict they dish, it would be so uncool to make them feel bad about their own choice.”

“I agree, if they choose you, I’ll be happy and supportive for the both of you, I hope you’ll be the same, and if they choose neither of us we can eat Hunks comfort cooking(™️🥴) and not cry together.”

they wait anxiously for your response

you defo make them sweat by taking way longer than necessary, even tho it is a difficult thing

probs hit them with that ‘I think you’re both cute and wanna spend time with both of you before I decide’

which did not ease either of them whatsoever

after like several weeks of doing stuff with them individually as well as all together you realize you don’t wanna choose?

and you’re just like eh fuck it

you call up a meeting between the three of you

they’re both anxious as all get out bc they don’t really want an answer anymore

bc they like the dealio they’ve got going right now

and they’re like making silent agreements to comfort the other if they get picked

but also just already acknowledging eating their sorrows away together not expecting you to actually pick either

and then you come in and shock the absolute hell out of both of them

you tell em straight up, no hesitation

(lmfao if only)

“I don’t want to date either of you.”

cue immediate deflation of the two and a fuckin mischievous as all get out grin

like the fuckin lil shit you are

that was me calling myself out again I’m not tryna insult you guys

“I wanna date both of you. At the same time. If y’all are cool with that that is.”

now cue hella confusion

they’re both kinda like, really fuckin down

but also

like uhhhh that’s not how this is supposed to work???

they try to tell you it’s okay for you to choose, they’re big boys and can handle it

you just shrug and hit them with “it’s both or neither, I’m not choosing, I don’t wanna.”

and this the birth of yalls relationship

it started out as they were both dating you and that was that

but then one time you went on a like weeklong solo mission

(which neither liked one bit)

and they were left by their lonesome together missing their shared significant other

which lead to bonding moments

when you got back and found your boyfriends cuddled together in your bed with no room for you like usual, you wished you had a camera

after that mission they started acting almost coupley to each other as well?

they made it official a few weeks later and it was game over

all three of you are so damn clingy

y’all gotta be touching at least one of your significant others at any given moment

you all try really hard not to get pouty when someone is giving someone else more attention

but it doesn’t work

which leads to amazing soft makeup sex focused on the person that wasn’t getting attention that day

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

the team found it odd at first but got used to it pretty quickly

mostly are just annoyed by how either disgustingly adorable you three are or how much sexual tension y’all bring to the team

y’all got told you weren’t allowed to join a mandatory team meeting until you finished some other business once bc none of them wanted to deal with any of your pining horny asses

lots of cute nicknames and stolen moments and all that jazz

basically just really soft, pure, wholesomeness

with a ‘hint’ of *cough* impurities *cough*

y’all kinky is what I’m tryna say

the dream couple all round frfr

best poly relationship in the whole damn universe and y’all know it

this was both a lot longer as well as a lot shorter than I thought it’d be

I hope y’all enjoyed!! and please feel free to ask for more, or other couples, or whatever

I’m totally not 100% into poly relationships and love writing about them

I also have no idea why I’m still writing these as headcanon additions instead of paragraphs

my cousin gave me the BIGGEST judgemental side eye when she asked what I was writing about and I told her character deaths, I’m tryna not to fite, y’all I ain’t gonna lie imma throw hands frfr

also, so sorry this took so long, I’m pretty sure I rewrote it like five times tryna get it to my damn satisfaction (which is such a nasty habit, don’t reread you’re own shit if you want an honest opinion on it y’all)

also also, I’m on mobile rn so I can’t cut it so just so all y’all know:

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO DEATH/GRIEVING. THIS IS LITERALLY ALL ABOUT DEATH AND GRIEF AND IT IS MAJOR SAD BOI HOURS AND I WORRY ABOUT YALL AND DONT WANT YOU READING THIS IF YOU KNOW YOU WONT HANDLE IT WELL😤😤😤

this is a long one bois so if you wanna skip around they’ll all be colored as per usual and the order is: Shiro, Lance, Hunk, Keith, Pidge, Allura

please enjoy lovers🥺💜🌸

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The battle wasn’t an easy one by any means, it was touch and go for the whole team. You knew it wasn’t gonna end well, but that had never stopped you from putting forth your all. You swung your weapon, keeping your enemies at bay as much as you possibly could. Your team was all over the place, the enemy having succeeded in separating everyone in hopes of tipping the odds in their favor. It worked.

You couldn’t keep up alone. Fighting had always been instinct to you, you had never felt so overwhelmed as you had in that moment. They were closing in and you had nowhere left to go and no tricks left up your sleeve. You were stuck, and there weren't any quick enough plans to keep you out of harm's way this time.

You held your ground for as long as you could, refusing to give in easily. You fought until your limbs were too exhausted to move and your breathing was too shallow to continue. It was in a moment of hesitation from sluggish movements that they finally overtook you, and you felt pain spread through you, worse than any you had ever felt before.

You heard shouts of panic, you listened as the battle got thicker and the enemy retreated, you smiled at the sound of victory. Your team shouted in excitement, another battle well fought, another win for Voltron.

Attempting to sit up, you felt pain rush your body once again, causing you to groan. Your team's cheers quickly died down as they took in your situation. Before you knew it, your head was being cradled by the person you wanted to see the most at this moment. Their eyes were filled with concern and tears were brimming. You attempted a soft smile, in hopes of comforting them. Your breathing was shaky as the brushed your hair away from your eyes.

“You’re going to be okay.” They promised.

Your last thoughts were of your family, earth, the realization you’ll never feel rain on your face again, of your team, who you hated abandoning, and finally, of the one person you hated leaving the most. You knew you weren’t making it out of this one, you despised you were going to pass in their arms. You wished you could turn back time and fight a little harder, you wished things could be different, that you could live the life the two of you dreamed together.

“Don’t blame yourself.” You whispered in response.

They shook their head in defiance. “Don’t talk like that. We’re gonna get you to the castle and into a med pod and you’re going to be good as new in no time.”

You shakily lifted a hand and brushed a tear from their cheek. “I love you.”

Their face was filled with pain and you knew the only thing keeping them from losing it was this being your final moments. “I love you.” They responded, their voice cracking. They leaned down and gently pressed their lips to yours.

You felt everything around you becoming further and further away.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered out to your team as you took a final shaky breath, your senses being overwhelmed as you felt yourself fading.

Shiro

The tears kept flowing as he watched the light fade from your usually bright, curious eyes. He pulled you into him as he sobbed into your shoulder, wishing you’d wrap your arms around him and tell him everything was okay, that there was no reason to cry. But you didn’t, and you never would again. Your team surrounded the two of you, tears running down their cheeks as well as they watched their leader completely break in front of them, their friend tucked in his arms unmoving.

He tried to move on. He knew you wouldn’t want him blaming himself or wallowing in misery on your behalf. He mourned you, he still does, but he needs to keep leading the team, he doesn't have time to let the memories of you being by his side drag him into complete uselessness.

It was hard, it took a long time, but eventually he could remember you, his lover, his everything, without crumpling immediately.

When the team got back to earth, it was raining. He stood outside, face tilted to the sky, just letting the water drench him. The rain reminded him of you, you always told him it was what you missed most about earth.

It was as he stood outside, head facing the endless clouds, lighting striking in the far off distance, enduring the first rainstorm he’d felt since before the Kerberos Mission, that he smiled for the first time since the morning before your final battle.

Lance

Once you had taken your final breath and your gentle hand slipped off his, all composure he had left was out the window. He screamed and sobbed in the middle of that battlefield. His team knew he had a tendency to keep his emotions at bay, so watching him break over your body, knowing there was nothing they could do to help him, was heartbreaking. They all shared his grief, but none on a level even close to him.

You had been his rock, you helped him keep sane and reminded him he wasn’t a horrible person. He sobbed harder as he remembered how excited you were to meet his family once all of you went back to earth.

After a while he just, stopped. He had run out of tears, he had his moment of grief, he had to stand tall and move on now. Or at least that’s what everyone saw. Every single day of his life, he blamed himself. If only he hadn’t let himself get separated from you, if only he’d gotten to you a little sooner, if only, if only, if only. In the end, he knew there was no changing the outcome, but that didn’t stop him from imagining worlds in which you were still by his side.

He never thought he’d dread finally going home, but as the team landed, and a woman that looked eerily familiar came rushing from the building towards them, he felt himself snap. HE crashed to his knees as the woman came up to the group, looking around at each of them.

“Where are they?” she demanded. “Where is my child?” She had tears in her eyes as she noticed Lance on his knees, holding back tears and hugging himself.

“I’m so sorry ma’am,” Shiro started but she just shoved him away.

“You let them die?! My child died in outer space, surrounded by a bunch of strangers, and you didn’t even try to save them?!” She had tears rushing down her cheeks. “Who do you even think you are? Do you think you deserve to ball up because of them? You don’t even know them! No, nevermind, yes, you do deserve to be down there, not out of pity, but out of remorse. This is all your fault, all of you! My child never should’ve come to this stupid place.”

He flinched as he took in the woman's words.

“That is enough ma’am. Your child died honorably, saving people, and they were our family. We aren’t just some strangers, we’re the people your child died for. So, in all due respect, I suggest you back away from your child's mourning lover and stop slandering the life they died protecting.”

Everyone shut up in shock as Keith put your mother in her place, causing her to take a deep shaky breath, tears slipping from her eyes at last as she took in his words.

Hunk

Your hand slipped out of his as your eyes fluttered shut for the final time. He didn’t rage, he didn’t scream or burst, he just silently held you a little longer, his tears running down his cheeks until they ran dry. He didn’t have the energy to leave you yet, he never thought you’d be the one to go first.

The team didn’t know what to do, Hunk had always been the emotional one of the team, never being shy with showing his feelings. He wore his heart on his sleeve without regret, but now, he just looked emotionless.

He tried to distract himself. He threw himself into engineering projects and every mission the team ran he put everything he had into completing. He stopped cooking all together, every time he even so much as looked at the kitchen door, his heart would break slightly more. Memories of the two of you spending hours in that room, cooking with space goo and assorted ingredients you found. It hurt too much to attempt doing something you were both passionate about without you.

He was silent as they finally made it back to earth, his family welcomed him home, having adr him his favorite dessert and everything, but he just didn’t have the heart to enjoy it. The two of you had spent countless hours sharing stories and memories and things you wanted to eat when you finally made it back, and that banana cake had been the one thing you couldn’t wait to try.

He cried himself to sleep that night, wishing he could change the past. It was difficult for him to find something to fight for, a future without you having been something he hadn’t considered since the two of you met at the Garrison all that time ago. He came to the conclusion that his heart would never recover, but that wouldn’t stop him from fighting for the future you so easily described to him, a future where aliens and humans could live in peace, where the Galra weren’t an enemy, where the two of you could live out blissful lives together, having done your time in a war that wasn’t supposed to be yours.

Keith

His breath got shallow as yours ceased, his heart racing as your own stopped all together.

“This can’t be happening. Y/n please! Please open your eyes. Please,” his broken sobs echoed as the Paladins watched him plead with your lifeless body.

They didn’t know what to do. The normally stoic red paladin was shattering before their own eyes, more emotions flooding him than they expected to be possible. It was heartbreaking to say the least.

They had all lost one of their own that day, but none felt it more than the broken boy.

You were his family. You stuck by him on earth when no one else would, you left the Garrison with him just so he wouldn’t be alone, where there was him, there was you, and now you were gone, and he didn’t know how to cope without you.

He changed. He was already pretty closed off from the rest of the team, he never really smiled a lot, he wasn’t an extremely emotional person, but after his outburst that day, he completely shut off everything. Jokes that Lance would tell that would once make him smirk fell on deaf ears, even Hunks cooking and Shiros dadly advice didn’t pull him out of it.

The team learned to just work around his new behavior, wishing he’d go back to being a hothead or something. Anything.

He pushed his hardest on every mission, fighting as though he had absolutely nothing left to lose, because, in his mind, he didn’t. He felt alone in a universe out to get him, he knew he had friends, a team, even family now, but he didn’t have you, and nothing would be the same because of that. He would never be the same reckless, hotheaded, careless red paladin he once was, because he did all of that stuff knowing you’d either back him up or smack him upside the head.

Everyone told him time would ease the pain, but as he brought flowers to the memorial grave they created for you, on the anniversary of that day, he knew that no amount of time given to him would ease the pain he still felt. Because he was too painfully aware that all of that time given to him was time taken from you.

Pidge

Pidge was never exactly one to attach to people, not really, and definitely not so emotionally. Attachment to robots? Sure. But human beings were a whole lot more difficult. Which is why when the two of you admitted to being in a relationship, no one saw it coming or knew what to expect, it was completely uncharted territory.

And now, as Pidge was hovering over your body, swearing to find a way to help you, they once again didn’t know what to do.

Pidge sobbed and made halfhearted promises, telling you that you were going to be okay, but knowing you weren’t, and you never would again. It took the entire team to pry Pidge off your dead body, Pidge immediately begging them to let go, just needing to be near you.

After the shock of it all wore off, Pidge holed up in the garage/workspace, working on this project and that, trying desperately to keep distracted, but nothing worked. Every single thing held a memory, every memory brought you back to life, and every memory would ease and you would just vanish all over again.

Countless nights were spent wrapped up in your clothes, with your blanket, in your/on your side of the bed, weeping into the familiar smell of you. Pidge didn’t express emotions very well, but it was obvious this time. The distracted mindset, the distant gazes, the quiet sobs no one else was supposed to hear, all of it made it glaringly obvious that Pidge was not okay.

Pidge took to wearing your clothing more often than not, determined to keep any and every part of you alive so the memories of you would never fade.

Pidge was never one to attach to people, but Pidge also never imagined a life where you weren’t in it.

Allura

She watched you drop from the other side of the battlefield, a heartbreaking shriek escaping her throat as she watched you fall. In her mind you were supposed to be invincible, you were her wonderful significant other that gave her a reason to keep going, you were always telling her that everything was gonna turn out the way it’s supposed to, that the two of you were gonna make it through anything that could possibly be thrown your way.

She ruthlessly fought her way to you, no longer caring for leaving as little harm as possible. They hurt you, they didn’t deserve her sympathy. Once she finally got to you, the battle had ended and the other Paladins had joined her in surrounding you.

“Help me get them to the pods.” Allura pleaded, clutching your lifeless body. “They have to be okay. They can be healed, we just need to get them to the pods.” She was frantic, emotional, scared, and panicking.

Keith gently grabbed her shoulder. “They’re gone, Allura. They’re already gone.” The Red Paladin pulled her into his arms and let her release everything that day.

Everything following was a blur. The team moved forward with plans and missions, Allura never missing a beat. There were points when the team was concerned with how well she seemed to be doing, she lost her lover and was seemingly perfectly okay. But late at night, if they listened close enough, they could here the stifled, choked sobs of the princess as she got out all the pent up emotions in preparation for the next exhausting day of not letting her personal life interfere with the mission.

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I might be the only one that got emotional™️ during this one, but I hope you all enjoyed🌸