Various Voltron x Reader Oneshots

Requested by: OKAY SORRY I FORGOT this was a draft from 2017 and it is now 2020 i lost the message IM SORRYYYY ok anyways
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TW: mentions of drug use

It has been weeks, maybe two or three, long, long weeks, since you were captured by the Galra from the planet, your home that they destroyed. Instead of being kept as a bait for them to get their hands on the lions, you became one of their entertainment, one of their fighters in the Gladiatorial Arena. You had beaten the chosen champions and not long did you become the Champion of the arena after beating the strongest. How did you do this? You don't even know, but it was fairly easy.

Your body was full of scars, old and new, and some raw wounds that are still bleeding but you didn't even have time to care about them. They hurt, a lot, but didn't hurt as much as they used to when you got chosen and started to fight for your life for the first time ever. You were more disgusted about yourself, killing so many aliens when they're just living; trying to survive with a life like yours. It's not like you had a choice, after all, this world is an eat-or-be-eaten kind of world. Only the strongest and the fittest are able to survive.

You thought about how they probably had a family in a planet somewhere, waiting for them to get home, and thinking about the countless alien lives that once could have been so full of love and dreams, is the part that hurt you the most. You crush their dreams and erase them out of existence. No one deserves a fate like this, and yet you have become what you have despised the most for your entire life.

Still, you have to deal with it because this is how you will be living until- well, maybe until you die.

During the last battle, you had a terrible wound that stung more than the rest. It was a slash at the side of your head near your ear running to your forehead, stopping just right above your eyebrow. You also had a deep one on your right arm that would've been cut off if you were only a second slower and hadn't pulled it back next to you.

After that day, you received treatment for your throbbing wounds; it'd be a problem if they were left as they were. You were given then two days to rest, but those two days seemed to have gone very fast, as today, you're scheduled for another spar, but with your best foe.

Your opponent for today is (best friend's name), your closest friend from your home planet that had been also captured by the Galra with you.

The needle pricks you like an ant bite. You take a deep breath then closed your eyes tightly as you pushed on the plunger, feeling the drug flow through your veins with your blood. The barrel of the syringe had almost been empty, however, the sounds of your jail lock clinging made you abruptly hide the syringe under your pillow.

You relax when you saw a large figure with huge pointy ears. "Oh, Sendak, it's just you."

He grunted, stepping into your cell.
"Your wounds haven't healed," he took ahold of your arm rather harshly yet he gives the wound under your bandages a gentle brush. As he stepped closer, he caressed the new wound beside your eye, and you lean at his touch.

Your relationship with Sendak was... weird. Sometimes he'd be so rough and mean but other times he's really gentle and vulnerable. You knew you were the only one to see this side of him and you knew he's just unable to accept his feelings. He seems to take a liking to you and you used it to your advantage, asking for items that other prisoners wouldn't normally have, and he complied with every single one of them.

You push his hand away and took a step backward, in which he scowled at your movement. "I know, but I'm fine. You're going to watch my fight today, right?"

Behind your fake smile was a drop of sweat, wishing he wouldn't notice that you injected some random drug into your body for preparation for the fight.