Voltron x Reader imagines

Keith| Just a Cut

A/N: I'm just going to edit and post everything in my drafts

Setting: You guys are captured and they start getting rough with you as they interrogate the group on the whereabouts of Lotor.

Your P.O.V

I lean against the wall, next to Romelle and Shiro. It is silent in the room, though Lance has convinced himself there is some sort of secret passage that can get us out of here. He just keeps hurting himself though. Honestly, it is kind of entertaining watching him, better than staring at the door waiting for it to open.

As if I had said the magic word, the door slides open and in walks two galra's I thought we were rid of. I thought they were dead, much like the others do or had. So they are the ones behind this. My eyes narrow on them, irritated with how they continuously get in the way.

"Look who's here." Ezor smiles, looking to each of us. "It's Voltron." No, shit.

Zethrid makes a fist and hits her palm on the other hand in attempt to intimidate us. I roll my eyes, annoyed with the fact that we can never get these two off of our backs. There are too many people keen on killing us. "We're going to have a little talk." She smirks.

"Hey, you're the guys that Lotor shot into space." Lance says, him probably being the last one to come to that realization.

"And the ones that were trying to kill us." Pidgin adds, not allowing that small piece of information to be left out.

"Yeah, sure, but we're all friends now, right?" Hunk questions, obviously wanting there to not be anymore problems between us. It would be nice if it plays out in a way where we can all leave unharmed and continue the main mission, but things do not usually go our way. "I, for one, am glad you survived."

Ezor smiles wickedly, "I'm glad you survived, too." She then leans forward to him. "It's no fun torturing a dead person."

She makes Hunk jump back, shaking in fear. I hate how she is talking to him when he is the nicest person that I have ever met. There is not a mean or bad bone in Hunk's body. No one can be mean to him, not on my watch. 

I stand up, going between the two. "Back off." I say, my eyes showing just how angry I am. Not only do I not like how she is talking the Hunk, but I am tired of being captured. 

Ezor's head peaks up in the slightest as if I have gained her interest. She smiles, walking over to the side of Zethrid to be closer to me. "Y/n, my favorite member." She then comes even closer, lifting up a hand to twirl a piece of my hair between her fingers. "I wished you made a different decision that day, maybe then you would live to see tomorrow."

She is speaking of when I too worked with Lotor. He took me away from my Altean colony to train me after seeing me wrestle with a few boys in a field as a child. He was impressed with how I could hold my own. I lived with him for many years after that, training every moment of everyday to become a killing machine. I have many regrets in my life but leaving and joining the paladins is not one of them.

I remain straight, not backing away from her as she looks me over. Ezor once expressed her attraction to me, before I switched of course. She was not happy when I denied her confession. Even if it wasn't for her horrible motives and wrongful thinking, I would not have been with her. In truth, at that time, I had been curious about the one who piloted the black lion. We met briefly on a planet I was supposed to be gaining control of. He had not known who's side I was on at the time and we ended up talking for a while. Once I returned to the fleet Lotor had me take with to enforce the control I retreated, blaming it on the arrival of the lions.

"I'd rather be dead today then working with any of you." I reply, watching her out of the corner of my eye. Her movements are very questionable and if my hands were not cuffed I would be more prepared to stop an attack.