Voltron x Reader : One Shots (requests are closed sorry)

(Keith x FTM!reader)

Requested by @hoiwaytohell
I had such a good time writing this! I would be more than happy to do a part 2!
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It was your second week at the Garrison and you did your best to keep anyone from knowing. You were certain they would be just as welcoming as the conservative town you were from. You practically joined the Garrison to get away from it. The uniforms weren't a problem, they were all the same. It was your voice that some people would look at you strangely if you talked in a higher pitch, although you blamed it on voice cracks you knew people would catch on eventually. One day while using the men's bathroom, you heard a knock on your stall. "Hey, aren't you peeing? Why are you using the toilet and not the urinal?" Some nosey comrade of yours asked.

"I just like using the stall because it's more private." You said through the stall.

"Were all guys here, there's nothing to hide."

"I know. I can choose where to do my business, can't I?" You sasses through the stall. You didn't hear a reply as you finished up and exited the stall. While at the sinks, the guy who talked to you in the stall was washing his hands. He kept eyeing you in a strange way. Eventually the bathroom filled up with more guys and things started to get a little rowdy. They were shoving each other and cracking jokes. One guy pants his friend and soon it caught on to the others. You decided to leave before it got bad but on your way out the door you heard a booming voice behind you.

"Pants!!!" You felt cold air on your legs as your female underwear was exposed. You looked over your shoulder at the other guys with horrified expressions. "You're a girl?!" Some were shouting. "I knew your voice was feminine!" "You pervert, using a disguise to spy on guys like that." Tears burned your eyes as you pulled up your pants. And fought the urge to run away.

"I'm not a girl! I identify as male! I definitely didn't do this to spy on boys, this is how I identify! Is it that big of a deal that I have boobs and a vagina?" You yelled at those around you. You didn't wait for a reply before you stormed away to your dorm where you stayed until your friends came to check on you.

"(Y/N)!" They called through the door. "(Y/N), open up. I have Lance and Hunk and they have food. It's not as bad as you think. Even though everyone knows, your friends are still here to support you." Pidge called through the door. You sniffled and went to answer the door. The three of them gave you a bone crushing hug as they entered your room.

Within the next few months, people you never even spoke to before would go out of their way just to bully you. It was subtle things, but they bothered you nonetheless. Notes left in the simulation pod, people bumping into you in the halls, small things that still were mean.

Within the following months you received your flight groups that you would 'fly' in the pod with. In your group was you, Keith Kogane and a name you faintly recognized. On the first day of simulation, you introduced yourself to your group. "Hello, I'm (Y/N). Pleasure to be working with you both."

"I'm Keith, same to you." A handsome guy who was regularly posted at the top of the class said as he shook your hand. You turned to the other guy and held out your hand.

"(Y/N). I hope we can fly good together." The other guy wouldn't shake your hand, instead he simply hit it away with disgust. You realized he was one of the boys in the mens bathroom that day. You frowned at the memory.

"Is there a problem here?" Keith asked as he took your side.

"Not at all." The guy said while glaring at you. For the rest of the simulations, the guy would bother you in every way possible. He would step at the back of your heels while loading into the simulator, trip you, not listen to your orders and advice and then blame the nonsuccess of the mission on you. Keith would occasionally step in, he was one of the only people who noticed it. After months and weeks of the foul treatment, you found yourself crying more than usual and wanting solitude instead of time with your friends.
One night, you sat on the roof as you wiped tears from your face. You stared at the stars and wondered what would happen if you simply disappeared from the Garrison and if people would even worry. You jumped as a hand touched your shoulder. It was Keith's "(Y/N), what happened? Why are you upset."
You continued to cry even harder.

"It's this treatment, Keith. I can't stand it! The looks I get in the hallway, the notes and the pushing in the halls. I want to disappear." You cried as he looked at you. He crouched down to your level and grabbed both your hands.

"(Y/N), nobody can change how you feel or identify. And they sure as hell shouldn't judge you for it. If you want to leave, I'm leaving the Garrison tonight. If you want to come, meet me back here in thirty minuets with your things. Stay if you want, just know I'll be back one day." Keith said as he started to turn and leave. You grabbed his sleeve and turned him towards you. You hugged him with all your strength.

"Thank you so much Keith! I'll hurry as fast as I can. Thank you for taking me out of here." You let go of him and stared to run to your room but before you did you kissed him firmly on the lips. You were both blushing messes. "Don't leave without me!" You dashed to your room and threw everything you needed into a bag and left a long note for Lance, Hunk and Pidge. You knew Lance would be pissed if he knew you were running away with Keith but he'll come around eventually. You met back up with Keith on the roof and thanked him once again for the opportunity.

"Let's just hurry so we don't get caught." He guided you through the back door as the two of you hid from view of the patrolling spotlight. He grabbed your hand as he whispered "Go now!" And you two bolted across the vast space with your hands intertwined and laughing the rest of the way to his awaiting speeder. After he mounted your things to the back and climbed on himself and lifted you on with him. He took off bolting through the desert with your arms securely around his waist and the both of you shouting freely into the cool, starry night.