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A/N: I wanted to try something new but I know it might not be for everyone. So, please check out the warnings before, thanks.
Side Ships: Sam x Colleen. Shadam. Shatt in Kuro X Matt.
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!Warnings!:
Rape.
Sexual Assault.
Half Goblin babies.
None Consensual Goblin x Human.
Consensual Goblin x Human.
Consensual Half Goblins x Humans.
Death.
Murder.
Mercy Kill.
DO NOT Read if the warnings above are triggers for you.
DO NOT Read if the warnings make you uncomfortable.
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Side Note: This is gonna be a long Prologue chapter. Word count: 8289.
Goblins were a story told to children of all species as a warning to what fate lays awaiting for them if a nest of Goblins ever found you. Children all over the planet would face nightmares from the stories told to them.
Colleen had been terrified as a child. Terribly frighten over falling into the Goblin hands, not fully understanding how babies were made but knowing they'd do awful things to her and treat her cruelly.
She had been haunted with bad dreams involving Goblins for months after she was told the first few scary stories of Goblins and what they'd do if they snatched her away someday. Climbing into her parents beds almost nightly and clinging for them for protection whenever she left their home.
It took her father telling over a different story, over the rare few nice Goblins. That every species have both good and bad among them. And though it was very fair for a nice Goblin to be known, it happened.
Not many dared to speak over the nice Goblins, not when they were so very few to be born. As well as most nice Goblins either settled somewhere far from a larger population of others or were killed by those from the same nest for being different, for seeming weak in their own kind's eyes.
Colleen Father told her over how some Nice Goblins settle where tiny villages accepted them into their village due to them having so few in running it and needing all the help able to be given. How the villages wouldn't defend them from outsiders but would at least let them live in peace with them.
How other Nice Goblins live in hiding forever, settling somewhere far from anyone else and living alone until they die. Because no smart Nice Goblin would ever stay travelling alone for long, they'd be hated and treated poorly by many. Never able to buy any needed supplies and left for dead by many. Travelling for a nice Goblin meant starving to death or being attacked.
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FanfictionAnother Voltron oneshot book. I'm running out of names for them by this point and I can't be bothered to link them up either.
