Voltron One Shots and Preferences

Duels and bets (Keith x Reader)

3rd person pov  

Keith swung his sword at the training robot with a "Hiyah!" He grunted as the bot blocked his blow and pushed against his sword with its bow staff. Little did he know that a certain white paladin was watching him. 

Ever since Y/N had joined the paladins, she had her eyes out for Keith. You weren't that awkward girl that always stutterers and stares with heart pupils at your crush, you play hard to get and always playfully fight him, well you playfully fight everyone but you mostly direct your playfulness at Keith. 

You stared at him from across the room as he ducked the robots staff and rolled behind it, stabbing it in the back and completing the level. 

He walked over to the wall where he placed his stuff and picked up a water bottle and towel. Wrapping the towel around his shoulders, he drank the water in one gulp. Keith only had one thing on his mind, well more like a person. Y/N. Since she had arrived, he had liked you. Some may call it love at first sight. He didn't notice Y/N was standing in the doorway, watching him until you laughed.

"Took ya long enough." You smirked. 

"What? You think you could do better?" Keith said, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"Hell yeah, I can do better. I bet you I can beat twice the level in half the time." You challenged. 

"Level 5. 10 minutes, was what I did," Keith said, his smirk growing. 

"Weakling." You scoffed. Before Keith could protest, you activated the sequence. "Start level 10." 

You yelled, raising your spear. A training robot fell from the ceiling and almost immediately started charging at you. It swung its bow staff at you and you blocked it, pushing it off with ease. Keith watched you as you took down the level 10 robot in just 3 minutes. You smiled as you blocked the robots staff. Your bloodlust was growing. You slashed the robot in half and deactivated the training sequence. His jaw dropped to the floor.

"Wha-What?" He asked, shocked. 

"Told ya I could do better." You smirked. 

Keith stood there, wide-eyed as you sat on the bench, resting. 

"I challenge you to a duel!" Keith said, breaking the silence. 

"No." You said, looking at the floor. You avoided his eyes at all costs in that moment. 

"What? Why not?" Keith asked, both angry and confused. After bragging about how you're better at fighting than him and he challenges you to a duel, you say no? 

"I-I just can't, Keith." You said, standing up and heading for the door, but Keith grabbed your wrist. His grip was gentle but firm enough that you couldn't escape it. You looked back at him, confused. 

"Why not?" Keith asked with a soft tone. 

"You've seen me in battle-" You started but Keith interrupted you. 

"Yeah, and you're amazing." 

You shook your head. "And uncontrollable." Keith looked at you, worry in his face.

"What do you mean?" You hesitated, trying to find a way to say this without driving him away from you and ruining your ever-growing relationship. 

"When..Im in battle, I get carried away.I can't help myself." Keith nodded his head. 

"Well, I don't blame you. You are Zarkon's daughter. You were raised to be a merciless killer, but you are stronger than those urged, Y/N. You have to fight those urges." You looked at him in surprise, he wasn't usually open to giving inspirational pep talks. 

The team knew you were Zarkon's daughters and still accepted you, but you still hadn't accepted yourself. You hated yourself for enjoying killing things. You hated yourself for being Zarkon's daughter in general. In battle, you enjoy it. You are an amazing fighter, but you have an unquenchable bloodlust and you hated yourself for it.

You nodded your head. "Okay." 

"Good," Keith said as he pulled you out into the center of the training room. Taking out his sword and taking his fighting stance. 

He waited while you put you H/C hair up in a ponytail. You took out your spear and he swung his sword at you. You felt the urge to kill trying to break through. You shook your head and blocked Keith's blow. You swung your spear under his feet, making him lose his footing. You placed the not sharp end of your spear on his chest.

"I win." You smirked, offering your hand to him. He took your hand and smiled, standing up. 

"See? No killing." He said, kissing your cheek. You both turned bright red. "I-uh-um." He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You smiled and grabbed the collar of his shirt. Before he could protest, you smashed your lips on his. His eyes widened but soon closed as he relaxed into the kiss, placed his hands on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The kiss was heated and both you were fighting for dominance. He won but you let him. You pulled away for air. You smiled as he looked at you, surprised. He pulled you closer and kissed you again. 

"I've wanted to kiss you for a long time." He whispered.