Voltron X Reader Oneshots {COMPLETE!}

Like Me {Shiro}

Hey guys! I'm back from the dead! And I have a question to ask: To my 'Warped!' fans, thank you so much for checking it out and supporting it, do you guys like the way I've been doing it, with long, full-length chapters? Or would you prefer if I cut them in half? Thanks!

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Warnings; mentions PTSD (-ish)

Shiro x Prisoner!Galra!Child!Reader

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You huddled in a corner, shaking from the heart wrenching sobs that were escaping your mouth. The other prisoners stayed far away from you, and you couldn't understand why. Then huge explosions were heard, making you sink back into the corner even more than you already were. Red flickering lights filled your vision, so you buried your face in your arms to cover your sensitive and tear-filled eyes. The sirens made your ears flick from how loud and obnoxious they were. The other prisoners were panicking. Screaming and huddling together in a weak attempt to stay calm.

Then a loud bang was heard from the front of the room. You tried your best to silence your sobs, and exceeded for the most part. You could only imagine the terrifyingly huge Galra that has come to kill off more of your fellow prisoners. But instead of hearing a gruff and cold voice, you heard a rather soothing and calm voice. "Alright, Everyone stay calm! We need to move quickly, let's go!" The voice said. They probably want to lure me out! I'm not falling for it! You tell yourself. The potter-pattering of the prisoners feet let you know that they fell for the trap. As much as you wanted to save them, you had to stay hidden in your little hidey-corner.

The sound of footsteps faded out in the blare of the sirens echoing through the ship. Out of the corner of your eye, you see that the door was still open, and the person hadn't left yet. You try your best to keep quiet a little longer, but a quick cry slipped out. You stop moving, unsure if the person heard you or not. But slowly, you heard footsteps, getting closer and closer to your hiding place. At this point you couldn't even breathe. All the air in your lungs just got caught up in your throat. Then, something touched your arm.

You screamed and jumped back into the corner, which was pretty much impossible, but your 7-year-old body made it work. "Please don't hurt me!!" You pleaded the person, squeezing your eyes shut and arms up defensively, preparing for the pain yet to be inflicted on your lavender skin. "He-Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you, but we need to go-" "NO!! I won't be fooled again!" You shout, trying to sound intimidating, but failing. "No, I'm here to break you out of here." He says. You open up your eyes to see a blurry man, who doesn't look Galra, nor is wearing the required armor all of the officers wear. His hand was extended towards you.

You slowly reached your hand towards him. Another explosion was heard, making the blurry man, most likely like that because of the tears you held back, look around in shock. He quickly grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the cell. You screamed, but could do nothing but run along with him. The once tidy and bleak halls were now full of debris and random parts of the ship and flashing red. You reached the end of the hall, just to be met with a huge black robot lion. You stared in awe at it until you realized the man was dragging you to it. When he got close enough, the lion bent down to the ground and opened its mouth. The man tried dragging you inside, but dug your heels into the ground. He looked back at you.

"I-I don't want to be eaten!" You cried out, but he just smiled and picked you up. "Don't worry, he won't eat you, he's a nice lion." The man replied, and carried you inside. The next thing you know, you weren't in a robot lion's belly, you were in a ship. He sat down in the drivers seat with you now sitting his lap, and the controls turned on. "Wow! Th-this is a co-cool cat!" You say to yourself. The man chuckles before making the lion fly. Cats can FLY?! You thought to yourself as you sunk back into the man's chest. Suddenly, the drowsiness of being a 7-year-old prisoner takes affect, making our eyes harder to keep open, though the rush of flying in a robot lion kept you up.