Voltron X Reader Oneshots {COMPLETE!}

I'm the Death of You {Matt}

First Matt oneshot! Woohoo!

Warnings; near death

Matt x Reader

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You were one of the biggest threats to the Galran empire. You were up on top, with Voltron and the Blade of Marmora. Which is funny, because it's just you. No team. All your past teammates died. So you figured, 'No team, no deaths.'

You were at a Galra mall, where citizens of the Galran empire would shop. Especially Galras themselves. So it was a perfect time to cause a ruckus.

Right now you were running from a couple Galran soldiers who caught you in a store. Too bad for them, you already set a bomb. You set bombs all around the mall, set to go off in five minutes.

While you were running, you caught a glimpse of a human male. He was in an alleyway, and there was a soldier in front of him with his sword drawn. The human appeared to be defenseless. You looked over your shoulder, where you couldn't see the guards. You outrun them every time, and it was too easy.

You unsheathed your sword and ran over to the male and the soldier, where the soldier was about to stab the male. You put your sword in front of the male and you, successfully blocking the guard's attack. You quickly kicked the guard square in his chest. The force in your kick was so great, it sent him into a wall of a store. You are then pinned up, back against the opposite wall, a staff to your neck.

"Who are you?!" The male shouted. You smirked and lazily crossed your arms over your chest. "Not even a hello?" You asked. "Who's side are you on?!" He shouted again. "Doesn't everyone think they're on the good side?" You asked.

"Fugitive 1108 has been spotted!" You hear a guard yell. You and the male look to your left to see a wave of guards running towards you. I thought I lost them! You thought. You quickly pushed his staff from your neck and grabbed his wrist, running deeper into the alley.

"Stop! Put your hands up!" You heard the guards faintly yell in the distance. You just kept running, dragging along a boy you barely knew to keep him from the hands of the Galra. You came to a sudden stop. A dead end.

You cupped your hands and looked at the boy, who nodded then stepped on to your hands and climbed over. He reached down his hand. You were about to take it when- "Freeze! Hands above your head!" You heard the guards yell. You hesitated, but then turned slowly and put your hands above your head. There was literally nothing else you could do.

The guards approached you slowly and cautiously. Then, a figure jumped in front of you, and hit one with their staff, sending them tumbling backwards. They pushed their staff straight through another one, then swung it around, knocking down the other guards. They turned to you. It was the boy you were dragging along.

"I figured I owed you." He said. He smiled, and you returned his gesture. "Alright. Let's not do that again." You said cupping your hands. He grabbed them. "Nuh-uh. Being the knight in shining armor once is tiring enough for me." He said, with a smirk. You chuckled. "Guess you'll be stuck being the pretty princess." You replied.

He cupped his hands. "I don't think I'll mind having you as my knight. Besides, pretty is an understatement. I mean, have you seen this face?" He asked. "Sadly." You muttered while stepping on his cupped hands.

"Hey! I heard that! I will drop you!" He teased as you climbed over. You offered your hand to get up. Instead of taking it, he extended his staff to the ground, taking him up as the poll went up. He smirked at you at the top. "Impressed yet, m'lady?" He asked. "Maybe a little." You teased.

You both walked to the other edge of the roof, which overlooked the whole mall. You stood there, trying to spot the stores there were bombs in. "I'm Matt, by the way. Does your beautiful face have a name?" He smiled as he looked over you. You smiled back. "(Y/n)."

His face dropped. "(Y/n)? The (Y/n)?! As in one of the biggest threats to the Galra empire?!" He asked, excitedly. You turned to face him, face twisted in confusion. "Am I that obvious?" You asked. "You gained some popularity." He responded. There was a pause.

"So, Matt, what brings you here?" You say, changing the subject and ending the silence. "Actually, I was looking for you." He said, turning his gaze towards you. "Me? How so?" You ask him, confused, yet again. "Well, uh, I'm in a rebel alliance against Zarkon. They sent me here to see if you could-"

"No." You cut him off coldly. He looked at you, sad and confused. "What? But with you and your team, we could-"

"I'm gonna stop you there. I work alone. It's my nature, don't take it personally." You responded, fighting the shakiness in your voice, and turning your attention back to the mall. "But you had a team-" "who died because my reckless behavior. It's just safer for you." You cut him off, again. He stays silent. "If I join you, I will be the death of you. Not a threat, just a promise." You say.

You are suddenly enveloped in a hug from the side. "But I won't. I will survive you and I won't leave." He said. You didn't even try to hide the silent tears slipping down your cheeks. You just grabbed one of his arms, and held on tightly. That is, until a chain reaction of explosions and screams spread from one store to the next, and It was headed your way. You forgot about the bombs you set, recklessly, once again.

You grabbed his wrist and started sprinting and jumping across rooftops. You miss calculated a jump, so you made it, but Matt barely grabbed the edge of the roof. You looked over your shoulder, then ran off the building, successfully landing on the ground. Then, the bomb went off, sending Matt flying. Luckily you were fast enough to catch him before he hit the ground.

You were relieved he wasn't dead, but he was still pretty badly injured. A piece of clothing from his side was missing, revealing a giant bloody splotch. On his face and arms,gashes that we're way further than skin-deep. You hooked one of his arms around your neck, then started fast-walking to the back exit, where your mini-ship was.

You made it there, as the screams and explosions started to die off. Then he collapsed into your arms, barely conscious. You carried him into your room, which had a bed that could heal. You laid him down, then smirked.

"I told you I'd be the death of you." And with that being said, he fainted. You reached up to your face, where you discovered tears were flowing rapidly. You couldn't lose him, even if you did just meet. Even if he comforted you. Even if he already meant something to you. Even if you already put his life over yours.

But love never ended well for you. Which was fine, because you weren't in love....

Yet.