Voltron x Reader; Preferences and Oneshots

{Keith x Reader}; Reputation [Part #1]

Brushing it off, out decided not to care. Your biggest moment in your entire career was coming up, and no one could distract you from this peak in your life.

You reached the top and clambered into the "box." Technically, it was an expensive viewing stand for privileged audience members, but tonight, Shiro seemed it fit for only the most important of guests; No one. This was your take-off.

You threw your arms upwards and grabbed the trapeze bar hooked to the ceiling. You didn't want to leave it hanging in the middle of the air, did you? After taking a deep breathing session to calm the adrenaline and butterflies raging inside you, you heard Shiro's voice booming over the crowds.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, for your intermission entertainment tonight, I give you Y/N and Lotor L/N, trapeze stars of New York!" He exclaimed, and with that, you were ready.

After taking a running jump and leaping in the air above the ring, you felt yourself fall, then the shift of the bar lifted you upwards. You watched Lotor hang himself by the ankles, ready to catch you. However, drops of sweat were dropping off his face. He was insanely nervous.

That was you would definitely tease him about once or twice. Smirking, you released the bar and flipped mid-air, letting Lotor grab your hands. You weren't even scared by the few seconds of pure falling anymore, you were used to the rush it gave you. It was exciting.

He was hanging from his feet, carrying your toned figure (thanks to your hobby) by your wrists. As you dangled back and forth, a stage hand pushed your bar back out, and Lotor looked down at you worriedly.

"Are you going to try it?!" He whispered hastily, time is money in this sport.

"It's what we rehearsed, isn't it?" You mumbled back. And with a final swing, right as he paused in mid-air, you flipped forward, hoping for another success at the trick you had failed twice in the past week.

It was in that moment that you heard many deep, shocked gasps. They rang through the room, echoing in your ears.

However, one specific, and by the sound of it, terrified one pressed over the others. The person who caused it was fearing for your life, ready to reach it and grab you if the situation called for it. It was nearby, and definitely not Lotor.

With determination to impress the mystery guest, you put your best effort into not failing them.

After taking in a deep breath, you locked your ankles around the bar and swung towards your stand. You smiled at your success as you swing in it's direction. You opened your eyes, not expecting to see a person in front of you, in the stand.

Your lids lifted to show a certain rich, famous junior partner standing in it, staring at you in awe. He was utterly fascinated by you and your craft.

You only caught his gaze for about two seconds, but you could take in every little, delicious detail about him.

He had a disheveled black mullet that hugged the back of his sweaty neck, yet you could tell it was well- and expensively- trimmed. His gaze carried soft violet eyes that could also look into one's soul, very unusual yet very enticing. Finally, an astonished appearance applied to his features. He was spellbound by you.

You locked eyes for a second too short, noses only a foot or two away from touching, but you flew backwards into the reality of your intermission show. The remaining crowd roaring with applause, most raising to their feet and encoding your performance.