Keith Kogan x GN!Reader.
"Don't leave me now"
(Pronouns for reader not used/specified)
Little bit angst and fluff.
Open ended
⚠️Tigger Warning: mentions of possible death, distressed Keith, anxiety, graphic descriptions, mentions of blood and severe wounds.
Have fun besties.
My skin was warm, not enough to burn but enough to feel unfamiliar with the constant chill of the infinite universe. Even under my now torn space suit, the coolness of the air did little to soothe my discomfort. I could hear Keith's panicked words in my headset, the unsure and worried voices of the other paladins echoed in the background but his voice was the most dominant. Footsteps approached quickly, unevenly and fast as the gravel beneath lay at the mercy of the oncoming paladin. His voice smoothed out as the static was replaced by his in-person shouts.
I offered him nothing more than a tired smile, my hands locked in place over my wound. His expression was grim and distressed telling me all I needed to know about the situation. He dropped to his knees beside me, shooing my hands away and replacing them with his own and some medical cotton sheets that he had retrieved from the castle. With a shaky breath, I took off my helmet and placed it beside me, my bloody fingerprints decorated the visor. I had tuned out his panicked rambles in turn for the cool air that graced the Balmera. My breath came out as fog, I wanted to chuckle but Keith would have had my head if I did.
I could feel the adrenaline flow through my veins with each weak pump of my heart, my life was draining out and into dark red puddles. I didn’t have the heart to tell him though, I think part of him knew that yet he continued to try and bandage me up.
“You're going to be fine Y/n, just… fuck, don’t die on me” He hissed, voice fogged by the pain in his throat. The tears in his eyes wear thick, no doubt clouding his vision. His hands wear shaking as he fiddled with my dressings. My stained hand reached to his face, nudging weakly at his helmet.
“- off, take it off” my words tugged sharply at my dried throat. My free hand covered my mouth as a coughing fit endured. He was quick to take off his helmet, not wanting to fill his hands with anything that wouldn’t save my life. His free hand held mine as my coughing ceased. I slowly sat up, noting just how extensive my wound was. From my left shoulder to my right lower abdomen, just under my ribs, hasty dressing and blood-stained clothing adorned my body. I couldn’t tell just how deep it was but just thinking about it made my stomach flip. His free hand helped guide me until I semi-slumped over, my breath rugged and harsh like I hadn’t just done such a simple thing. I knew that I wouldn’t get him to calm down no matter what I said but I did get him to sit down and steady his breathing.
“Y’know what Red?” I started, attempting an ice-breaker, “You’re one stubborn jackass”
My elbow nudged at his side, “And I love that about you, just make sure it doesn't lead you down the wrong path”
His mouth opened before shutting, and his eyebrows furrowed before he looked at the ground in front of him. We both went silent for a moment, I didn’t mention the silent tears that slid down his cheeks and he didn’t mention the pained groans I huffed out ever so often. I chewed lightly at my bottom lip and my hands lightly picked at the skin around my nails, letting out a frustrated sigh I looked at him again.
“Keith?” his head snapped in my direction, alerted by my soft tone and gentle smile. I huffed out a single chuckle. My hand brushed against his and despite the caked blood, he allowed me to intertwine our fingers, even holding my hand back.
“I know the others will be here at any moment, but regardless I don’t know if I'm going to live or-”
“Don’t say that, don’t your dare say that and expect me to be fine with it” He hissed, his eyes were cold as he glared harshly at me. I sighed once again, cupping his cheek with my free hand. I leaned over and our lips met, he was stiff from shock. His inexperience was evident but it was sweet, he tasted sweet and his lips were ever so slightly rough. He followed along lazily, his grip on my hand tightening before he pulled away.
“Don’t leave me now, not after this” his voice a hoarse whisper, light panting breath fanned over my cheek.
“I won’t, and hey, once I’m fully healed… can I have the pleasure of calling you mine?” I whispered, the sound of the other paladins approaching got louder but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My head throbbed but there was joy in his nod and soft smile, he kissed my temple.
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keith goes to lance’s place for dinner with the family one day and after dinner nadia and sylvio drag lance and keith with them into the lounge to do something chill like put together a puzzle or whatever but lance goes to help wash dishes so keith is alone w the kids and when lance comes back (like 10mins later) he finds the three of them in an all-out puzzle piece fight just HURLING puzzle pieces across the room at each other and his niece and nephew are having the time of their lives giggling and squealing cause there’s puzzle pieces in keith’s hair and in his jacket but he’s smiling so big and lance surveys the scene and is just like ‘wow i have the best boyfriend i have the best family i am so lucky’ and then that’s it that’s the end of the story bc that’s what happened to me tonight and i had to make it klance coded.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Shiro (Voltron), Hunk & Keith & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt & Shiro, Hunk & Lance (Voltron)
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fake Marriage, well...kind of fake, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, nothing super crazy, hunk is the best
Summary:
In which Keith and Lance are really good at having sex and not talking about it, Hunk is a great friend, Shiro gets to sleep, and, oh yeah, Keith and Lance get fake married.
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“I can’t marry her,” he interjected, not wanting Lance to get into an argument with the king.
The king was pissed again. “Why not?”
Keith racked his brain. This is why Allura handled the diplomacy. “Because…because…uh…”
"Because he’s already married!” Lance shouted suddenly. He threw his arm around Keith’s shoulder and leaned over to give him a slippery, loud kiss on the cheek. “To me!”
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