Various Voltron x Reader Oneshots

sendak x reader ? prisoner? lover?

He stared at you while keeping the same scowl. "You're fighting with your friend, aren't you? Do you want me to list you off?"

You gave him a sad, fake smile, shifting your eyes away from him. "No, but thank you. We knew this was about to happen somehow, and we made a promise to finish each off."

It was truly a sad fate for two best friends. The both of you never knew it was going to turn out like this but when other planets stopped getting in contact with yours, you immediately knew something was wrong. Deep down, you hope that they, your best friend, finish you off, and end this life long suffering.

You gasp lightly at the sight of his metal hand in contact with your chin, turning your head and your eyes back to him. Its monstrous claws had always scared you. "There is no such thing as friendship, only associates. People are traitorous, stop believing in that," the way he said it had angered you and the drug pumping in your veins almost made you punch him.

You pushed his had once again but this time way more rigid. You glare at the floor and muttered with gritted teeth.
"I feel sorry for you."

He snarled at you loudly, shoved you hard against the wall and towered over you with his eyes glowing yellow. "What was that?!"

You remain glaring at him and the both of you stood like that growling at each other until one of the sentries passed by with (best friend's name) trailing behind.

"Commander Sendak? It's almost time. I have came to collect (Y/N L/N)," the sentry claimed and Sendak put a hand on his face, sighing lightly.

The Galran roughly turned you around, put the handcuffs on you in a swift motion and pushed you to the sentry, keeping the same stare as you walk away from your cell.

"The hell was that about?" Your best friend asked with an eyebrow up in wonder. You could tell they took the drug too from seeing their pupils dilate.

"Don't know. Had a small talk with the asshole and he got angry for some reason," you rolled your eyes, more and more inmates for the fight follow behind.

They smiled, head dropping slightly. "Well, are you ready?"

Both of your parents are dead. Your relatives are dead and everyone is dead. Children of your kind are either killed or captured by the Galra to turn into weapons and laborers. This fight is the end or never, both of you will be fighting to the death and whoever ends up the winner must be really unlucky.
Your head throbs from the drug. "More than ready."
At least this drug makes it easier.

At the arena's waiting line, your mind starts fogging and it felt like you weren't in control of your body, just sitting around and watching yourself move beyond your wishes.

The fighter finished the match. The slaves clean up the arena quickly then before you know it, you were pushed into the ring with your best friend ahead of you. You could tell they weren't themselves either from how their body is flinching and the deep breaths.

The crowd's cheers and applause were blocked out as if you were underwater. Your body began to take the first strike with your dagger, aiming for your opponent's neck but as expected, they step back, swinging their sword to block the blow you aimed. It was their turn to launch themselves and striked your dagger measly with their sword, loud clangs coming from the collision. Wasting no time, you ducked the third swing, swiped your foot under them and slashed a long jagged line on their chest. They grunt and leaned on the wall, holding the slash you made but just about you could finish them off, they swiped their sword under your feet as you jumped instinctively, but it distracted you and you weren't able to see the punch that was about to land on your stomach.

It sent you flying back and stumbling on the ground and now you were in immense pain, coughing up blood with your stomach still burning from the blow. Your best friend having super strength? Normally, the slash you made on their chest would be enough to keep them down then you realized it was the effect of the drug. The crowd's laughter and yells became louder as your consciousness start to come back. Your opponent's sword dragged on the floor, creating a line on the sand as they walk toward your way. Taking a deep breath, you were prepared for your defeat yet you stand on you feet anyway with your arm clutched around your stomach, but it was too late as they were already swinging their sword like they were about to behead you.

The cheers and their cries turn loud. You guessed the drug was already wearing off. You stared your best friend in their glazed (E/C) eyes, dark and dilated.

Your fate came into a halt as a metal hand came flying out of nowhere and hit the sword that was right above your head, causing it to clink on the wall then to the ground.

The crowd stopped and whispered complaints while you look over to see who interrupted your match.

"Stop this fight at once!" Sendak roared, his voice deep and ragged that echoed around the arena and his metal arm retracting back to the purple orb. You saw two syringes in his hand but before you could explain yourself, you heard a small thump from in front of you, seeing your best friend collapse. Your eyes became so dilated that your vision was really blurry, and in no time did you pass out as well right after them.

You awaken on a more comfortable and softer bed, at least softer than your cot back in the cell. Coming to your senses, you felt the now uncomfortable huge tubes that connected to your arm and mouth. At the corner of your eyes you see Sendak sitting beside you really quietly.

You hurriedly sat up and looked around the room, seeing your best friend lying two beds away from you with the same tubes. Looks like they were alive and breathing, so you plopped back down with a sigh.

You removed the tube on your mouth. "Um, Sendak?" your throat was dry and raspy but you paid no mind. More importantly, you caught Sendak again looking vulnerable; his huge armor was off and he was in his tight black suit. Now you can clearly see his actual toned body instead of being hidden behind the eyesore armor.

"Prisoner (L/N)," he grunted back in a formal manner and obviously avoid eye contact with you.

"Come on, don't be like that," you laughed at his attempt as you turned your head in front of his.

The soldier furrowed his brows and looked down. "You know, if you injected the whole thing, you could've died. Good thing I went to your cell before it was too late."

He then turned to look at you with his glowing galra eye. "That drug was made for galra soldiers only! When we get hurt badly, we inject that thing to numb ourselves. How could you be so stupid?!" He growled, banging a fist on the wall right above your head, making you flinch a bit from the vibration impact.

You gave him an unsure smile and combed your fingers at the fur on the back of his neck.

"C-calm down. Well, I'm still here, aren't I?" It was a really awkward feeling, you weren't used to talking with Sendak like this, but still, you enjoyed the company and his really fluffy fur.

He grumbled something under his breath before resting his head on your stomach, purring from you petting him. You closed your tired eyes and smiled, and continued the action of stroking his fluff.

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