#voltron self insert

I figured Tumblr would appreciate this more than tiktok did, here's my beautiful Voltron self insert OC drawing if anyone cares

Keith

God, he’s grateful to have you

No one really took care of him when he got sick when he was younger.

Shiro was the only one to really care about him but after he disappeared

There was no one.

When he first started to get sick he got all his stuff ready to take care of himself.

When you walked in and saw how red he was in the face he was surprised that you pushed him into bed.

He wasn’t expecting much.

Just the attention was enough for him to sorta start feeling better.

When you brought food in for him he was over the moon!

You stayed and cleaned!

You changed the sheets while he showered! 

You even held his hand talked softly to him to keep him updated about everything.

He was stress-free.

Saying he was grateful was an understatement. 

Lance

Oh LORD

This boy loved the attention.

You helped him get in and out of bed.

You changed his sheets for him.

You brought him food.

You stayed to talk to him and no one else bothered the two of you. 

He would ask you to get his facial mask and invited you to join him.

He asked you to feed him, which he was denied, but at least he tried.

Shiro

LMFAO

Good luck keeping this loser in bed.

He always wants to help you do things.

He wants to help change the sheets.

You have to send him off for a shower anytime you want to change the sheets.

You also have to rush to change them because for some reason Shiro took the world’s shortest showers.

He was in and out.

You were disgusted the first time he did that but you could tell he actually thoroughly cleaned himself????

When you brought him food he tried getting out of bed to meet you halfway with the tray.

You had to make him promise to let you take care of him.

And he did.

He stayed in bed and let you do everything.

He felt so guilty.

"you are.. young.." i nod, his hand slowly goes to my face and switches my mic off. He retracts his arm and stares down at me, his claw leaving a tingling sensation in my cheek, "what.. what would you do if you were home.. young one?" I felt a need to trust this man and i take a deep breath "writing.. i would go to school... draw... i'd live my normal life.. being young and dumb" the villain feels a spark of rage within him 'why these people forcing this one to FIGHT!?' his face keeps the calm facade, his cloak flap made a wall by each of my sides. no fear.

"why do you fight..?" he asked, my eyes waver for a second

"For Voltron, For-"

"who makes you fight?"

the others yell at us but there voices go unheard, Lance tries to step forward but he gets shocked, the villain has set up a barrier around me and him. I look at them, slight fear but i don't wanna run, i don't wanna run

"I.." I make eye contact with Allura and realize.. i'm a kid.. she knows that... i could have stayed on the castle and helped there like Coran but Allura told me i should fight..

"I think.. the princess sir, .. are.. are you going to kill me?" I ask, a slight crack in my voice, he slowly shakes his head.

"i won't hurt you nor kill you, you're a child"

"were you a kid before? did you fight too?" he nodded his head, his multiple eyes blink, two on his cheek bones... two in a normal place, four on his forehead. They all stayed on me,

"Coran!! can you force her mic to turn on!?" Pidge screamed, i gasp and stay looking at him,

"they're gonna listen in on us soon.." he slowly blinked, his cloak seem to open even more,

"do you want to leave young one? no more fighting" I look into his cloak, i felt tired.. so tired... I nodded and fell into his cloak, his four arms catching me, his third set of arms wrapping the cloak around us.

Hey VLD! Let Shiro get wasted!!!!!

“Is that what I think it is?” Your voice is quiet with awe as you lift the beautiful lilac bottle to the light.

Shiro takes it from you, before you get the chance to drop his prized find, and pops off the cork. He takes a deep whiff before handing it off to you to do the same.

It’s acrid. It burns. It’s…”Tequila?”, you whisper.

“As close as one can get without Earth agave.” Shiro grins wickedly and tips the bottle towards your lips. “It has a short shelf life so we might as well…”

“Get shitfaced at 2 in the afternoon on the Earth equivalent of a Wednesday?”

“Get shitfaced at 2 in the afternoon on the Earth equivalent of a Wednesday”, he parroted.

“Nonono…NO! I’m not…I’m not doooooooooooooooing that!” Four shots later and Shiro was already slumped dangerously low in his chair, his fingers lightly brushing the floor as he looked up at your swaying figure.

“But Shirooooo, I wanna dance and you never take me dancing!” You stumbled forward, intending to grab your boyfriend by the collar and haul him up but he was 200 pounds of dead weight. You fell forward into his chest, both screeching as his rolling chair rolled back fast enough and hard enough to dump it’s sloshed cargo and tip over on top in a beautiful pile of alcohol drenched human limbs and metal chair.

The two of you couldn’t help but laugh from under the chair, the absurdity of the situation and the alcohol in your veins making laughter that much easier. So much so that you didn’t hear the bedroom door slide open and all of a sudden Keith was lifting the chair off you as Lance hovered around asking questions about what happened, how did the chair fall, are you two okay, is this why you’re late for training?

Training?

Shiro immediately stopped laughing and looked up at his friends as they gently eased the two of you into sitting positions. “Oh yeah….”, he whispered, “It’s not Wednesday. It’s Thursday.”

You snickered as Keith and Lance exchanged a concerned glance before Keith piped up, “It’s space Shiro…there is no Thursday.”

Shiro’s face fell into one of horror. Thursday didn’t exist? THEN WHERE DID THURSDAY GO? HOW DO WE KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS KEITH???? But of course he didn’t say that, he just continued looking at Keith in horror as you cackled in amusement hard enough to fall back over, arms clutching at your sides because nothing will EVER be funnier than Shiro’s face. 

“Uhm…”, Lance started slowly, “Are you two…okay? Do I need to get Allura or Coran?”

“N-no! *snort* We’re–haha!–we’re okay!”, you gasped, “We’re okay! Okay, okay, okay!” To prove your point you stood up on wobbly legs and gave Lance your best jazz hands, “Razzle-dazzle! See!?”

Lance remained unconvinced but stayed right where he was, “…And you, Shiro?”

Shiro startled out of his confusion and looked at Lance as if noticing he was there for the first time, “Lance? I’m uh, good. I’m really good. So good. Juuust goodgoodgood!” 

“Christ,” Keith muttered, “He’s drunk.”

You snickered as Lance whirled on Keith with a surprised, “WHAT????”

“I’m not dr–”

“Shut up Shiro, yes you are”, Keith turned to Lance, “Yeah he gets like this when he’s wasted. He just doesn’t….move.”

You giggled and plopped back down next to Shiro, “Watch.” You lifted Shiro’s hand high, holding it for a second before letting it drop back down with a solid thump on his thigh. Shiro didn’t bat an eye, just continued sitting there with a vacantly amused expression on his face.

“So….no training today?” Lance cautiously poked Shiro in the forehead who promptly tipped backwards with a giggle, taking you down with him.

“We should…we should do some Cirque shit…”, came Shiro’s voice.

Keith sighed and motioned for Lance to follow, “Let’s go. They’re in no shape to train…And if we stay any longer he’s gonna start Disney karaoke.”

“KARAOKE??”, you gasped, “SHIRO WE SHOULD DO KARAOKE!”

Shiro shot back up with a sudden fierce clarity, his face set with pure determination before he started singing the first refrain of ‘I Can Go The Distance’ in near perfect pitch. 

“I love you so much”, you whispered reverently as Keith shoved Lance out the door before he could so much as pull his phone out for blackmail.