Voltron Scenarios!

*lipbites*

Thank you, spicee sekcee beebeeq. I’m glad you like my work, its very old, but I’ve improved a lot!!

Perhaps I’ll come back, soon.

sldkfj goD I LOVE DOMESTIC AUS KEEP THEM COMING

-- Ryan

Lotor:

• Casually dropping hints to get a move on it

• He’s the one with the baby makin wand, he should u s e. i t.

• But you settle for sending pictures of the baby

• She’s your sister’s daughter, but she resembles you quite a bit

• Lotor’s a bit startled when he sees the photos, but warms up to it

• Especially the idea of a baby when you look so happy holding the child

• Enjoys this more than he lets on, you’ve made him soft

Lance:

• He’s upset you didn’t take him

• He’s got a plethora of methods to keep babies occupied

• Finger puppets, loud toys, pop up books

• Constant enthusiastic screams when he receives pictures

• Pinning tons of reactions to them, hollering into voice messages and going overboard on emojis

• Probably slips in there somewhere that he’s ready for a family

• And you roll your eyes and continue to take care of your best friend’s baby

Hunk:

• Probably video chats you as soon as you tell him you’re at your nephew’s for babysitting

• You’ve got the laptop propped on the island as he’s making kissy faces at the camera for you and the baby

• Watches you as you hold the baby on your hip and mix formula for him

• Hunk will tell you all the proper temperatures everything should be at, and what foods are safe to feed him if you mash them up

• After he’s been fed, you hold him on the island so he can say hi to his Uncle Hunk

• And Hunk breaks down he’s m e l t i n g

i’M SOLD, WHERE DO I START???

-- Ryan

Okay, so, I know I asked for Yandere and Soulmate AU requests, but I have a lot of works in my drafts that I wanna clear out, so lemme finish some of those before hitting the newer requests!

BUT LET’S JUMP BACK INTO HOW MUCH I LOVE MATT, RIGHT?? RIGHT. I’LL ALWAYS WRITE FOR MATT, I’VE BEEN PREPARED FOR THIS REQUEST FOR 23456789 YEARS

-- Ryan

• But what if that wasn’t enough?• Yes, keeping you safe was his priority• Seeing you every day, hearing your voice, being with you• But he certainly yearns to brush your hair back with his fingers• To finally know what your lips taste like• To hold you close to his body, for longer than a few seconds• And it doesn’t go unnoticed• Pidge especially is keen to it• The way Matt’s shoulders fall when he’s with you• The way his eyes flutter over your form, taking in everything as if he’s trying to memorize the motion• How gentle his hands are if they touch you in any way• Basically, Pidge and Lance have placed bets on how soon it’ll be until he confesses, or gets caught• Too bad it doesn’t happen the way they thought it out

• A rebel base was infiltrated, and Matt was there• Responding to his emergency signal with haste, you take your own pod and rush to his rescue• Landing, but not without the enemies shooting at you, you’re in full contact with the battle• As soon as you lift the hatch, you’re shooting your blaster at enemies left and right• It takes a while, knocking them down and directing the wounded to the evacuation ships, you finally see Matt• In combat with at least three other Galran soldiers• He seems winded, and bears a few scrapes• Overwhelmed, and not thinking, you let out a cry as you rush to aid him, knocking out one soldier with a few blasts to his torso, and a dagger to the head• Matt, not expecting you, shouts as he tries to get as much space between you and the soldiers as he can• You can see in his eyes, he’s asking why you’re here• If you’re hurt• And why you’d jump right into danger• But he already knows the answer• And he falls even more in love with you for it• You smile at him, a smile that hits him like a summer breeze• Like he’s reached the eye of the hurricane• The reprieve is enough to rejuvenate him, and he grips his spear with a new resolve• “Now I really have a reason not to lose this fight. So I’m gonna give you one last chance to surrender.”• Matt’s banter comes in, and you smile, your heart fluttering as this foolhardy boy taunts the enemy• But, alas, they choose death over survival• Having been given fair enough warning, it doesn’t take long for the both of you to take them down• But the battle with the two soldiers had left you distracted from a sideliner, and you’re struck with a stray blast• You fall, just as a cry is released from your mouth, and in a split second, Matt’s gone from your side• You can faintly hear the distress of the soldier before Matt takes him down• Through the flurry of shots and the clash of knives, you can tell you’ve lost the base• Matt’s returned to your side, and he lifts you in his arms• “It’s time to go” He hushes you, as your arm stings from the wound• Blood seeps into his clothes, but he doesn’t care. Your wound isn’t fatal, and that’s all that matters to him.

• Back on the ship, and far away from the abandoned rebel base, you find yourself in medbay with Matt, being stitched up• He sits silently, his eyes never leaving your injured arm• And you almost feel guilty• You must have been a hinderance• “Matt, I’m sorry--”• “You should be sorry. You know you scared the life out of me!” He starts off passionately• “You could have left that battlefield with worse than what you got. Then what would I do?”• You blink-- your apology was going to be for making him drag you around.• Who did he think he was, chastizing you like this?• “Well-- haven’t you stopped to think I should be saying that to you??”• Matt certainly wasn’t expecting that response?• “Think of all the times you stayed back on missions, you’ve offered to take the lead into battle, all without regards to your safety?? To your wellbeing?”• He blinks-- this had never crossed his mind• “How about an apology for all those sleepless nights you’ve caused being so reckless?” • Silence followed, and Matt looked at you, and really looked into your eyes• He saw all your emotions, swirling around in them• Concern, fear, worry, but also.. adoration?• He takes your hand in his, his eyes never leaving yours• “I should have said this right from the very start.”• Expecting an apology, you almost say ‘you’re damn right’, but Matt cuts you off• “I thought it would be better to conceal it. To push it away, as if ignoring it made it any less true.”• “But no matter what I did, I couldn’t get you from my mind. You were there, at every turn, at every corner.”• “You’d ingrained yourself in my heart before I’d known it.”• You blink, once again. A confession?• “[Y/n], I.. don’t know what I’d do without you.”• “Matt..”• You take his hand in yours tighter and pull him closer. • Ignoring the sting on your arm, you hold him close.• “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Matt.”

Plenty.

Depends, who do you want to see? *wink wonk*

Shfkdnnffnd I can’t believe you’re still here I thought you would have given up on me😭😭

I DONT DESERVE YOU JSBFNDBFNBF IM GONNA CRY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

ahfhdbn— 💙💙

I’ve been doing a lot better as of late, but I still have a few things I gotta do. But I want to get back into maintaining this blog, since it makes me so happy.

So please, come again, and visit whenever you can💙 Send in requests, or just say hi💙

Thank you for being perfect💙

Thank you anon😭😭

Did you see my Keith post from about 20 minutes ago I have no idea what that hot mess is about but I tried and thank you

f UCK YES GO d this was so self indulgent fuck--

Was this just a straight up scenario? Maybe I’ll write it better as one later♡

Edit: fu c k this was long--

2nd Edit: Wow I’m so sorry-- this is really bad I’m sldjfsdjfls

3rd Edit: I NEED TO STOP THIS HERE IF YOU WANT A CONTINUATION, LET ME KNOW.

– Ryan

• He, just as everyone else in the universe does, stares at the tattoo on his inner wrist.• No, not everyone’s is on their wrist, but his is.• And he wonders to infinity and back, who you are, and what you’re like• An intricate pattern, that flows and curves fluidly over his skin-- is that a reflection of your personality?• As days go by, he wonders why he even has one. It’s a promise that someone exists for him, yes, but he’s almost certain no one would want him with all the danger he comes with.• Sometimes he wonders if he deserves a soulmate.

• You, caught in a galactic war for the freedom of everyone alike, fight alongside the Blades of Marmora, despite not being an ounce Galran.• Your story is quite curious, as you don’t act as a Blade at all.• During a mission, the Blades had rescued you, but left you orphaned. • You are a product of battle, a result of it’s violence.• So having had contact with Galrans since a young age, you tend to fight, and think like them.• You’re reminded of your tattoo only when you remove your suit for the night, and you look at yourself in the mirror• Just under your jaw, on your neck, it sits there, flowing over your skin in tight, intricate curves• And just under that, a mass of scars that litter your body.• Your soulmate, whoever he or she may be back on earth, would never accept someone as hardened as you from this war.• Its thoughts like this which just reinforce to you that you’re better off without a soulmate.

• But it was a fateful battle, and fate wasn’t going to just sit by.• Battle was horrific, but that never stopped the Blades, and it wasn’t going to stop you. It never did.• Knowing that, Kolivan, who had just returned from his encounter with Voltron and its Paladins, grits his teeth as he delivers orders and directs you through the battlefield.• You find it difficult to maneuver through the debris, clouds of dust and dirt obscuring your vision and making it difficult to locate the natives under attack.• You’re able to take down a druid, and a couple of droids as you direct some civilians to safety.• It’s then that you hear a gruff “watch out!” as the last of the survivors pile into the ship, and you’re tackled to the ground.• There’s a shock that surges through your body, but you think of it as nothing more than an impact from the body that tackled you.• The figure takes no time in acting, slicing at the assailant beside you, driving his Blade into his chest.• But the situation isn’t what confuses you-- it’s the boy’s stature.• He’s built just a bit bigger than you, maybe a little leaner, but by no means matches that of a Galran. Yet he wields a Blade?• As Voltron sweeps in, the enemy begins their retreat, leaving Voltron to take the battle into the sky.• “No time for dawdling,” Kolivan husks through the comms, “tend to the wounded, and clean up the stragglers.”• The battlefield was rather barren-- a stark contrast to the lush forest it used to be.• There aren’t many enemies left behind, just those too wounded to recover, and it was easy to be done with them.• After following orders, you and the mystery Galran beside you return to the ship, where Kolivan meets you.• “The natives are being taken care of in the medbay. We’ll remain a couple cycles until they can get back on their feet. In the meantime, do what you can, of course, with the help of Voltron.”• Kolivan takes his leave, as he has enough to report back to Shiro, leaving you both alone.

Aaaa I’m so glad I came back, but not just that, I’m so honored that you were thinking of me??? Anon, you’re so sweet!!

I’ve been doing a lot of writing these past two hours, so keep a look out for my next post!!♡

I missed being here!! I missed all of you, too, so I’m gonna make an effort to write at least one thing a day, but tonight, I have a whole list of things I’m responding to!!

Get yourselves ready for some work tonight!!♡

I’M BACK AGAIN, BITCHES, YOU CAN’T GET RID OF ME, NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY

But in all actuality, my life is slowly getting back in order from the mess it was in. It’s been a long time coming, and one thing I found solace in was writing, so I’m going to try to get back into it with my many blogs that I’ve left alone for far too long.So without much more rambling, here’s Thace because I fucking miss himP.S: I have headcanons for Galrans with small and frail S/o’s if you want those too!!! everyone deserves body positivity and love!!!!!!!!

Edit: Oof, my writing is rusty–

– Ryan

I’M BACK!!Ahahha..haha

......ahahah

*quickly binges season 5* I promise, I’m about to start season 6 RIGHT NOW.

But no, seriously, I’m hyped. I’m kinda glad life got in the way and prevented me from finishing season 5 when it was out, because now I’m not left on a cliffhanger♡

But I’ll get to them, I swear!!

I mean I also have L’otoreal and Chintacles™, but I’m not sure you were there for those, sweet anon

But you’re more than welcome to browse my #Ask Ry tag if you wanna try and find them bc I swear they’re worth it.👌

AND I LOVE YOU TOO, MY DEAR ANON♡♡sO I’m here to wrITE SOME SHIT.

Small update: I can’t promise what will be posted first, but I know that I have Heir to a Kingdom and the Monster!AUs that I wanna work on!! But those will be on the back burner, and I’ll be working on the miscellaneous requests I have in my inbox in the meantime.

I’m doing fine!! I’ve just had a lot going on (I had a vacation I’d planned since last year that I finally went on, I moved out of my apartment and away from my abusive ex, and finally got my shit organized) and I finally have time to sit down and devote to writing again!!

also shout out to @landofrachaelthefangirl , yes I’m still active!! I just needed to whip my ass back into shape♡

I lived, bitch