May 11
Olia - Set 3
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Olia - Set 3
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Captain Olia!
Voltron: Legendary Defender (2016–2018)
Big girl Olia !! From one of the wealthiest families around the city. Secretly hates the government in place and build a rogue group with San to help the poor gain class consciousness and plan big missions to sabotage the system.
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Before Pidge found Matt, the older Holt sibling had gone through hell and back, as told in this brief side story to Moments in the Dark.
It is suggested to read the fifth and sixth chapters of MitD, but that’s up to you.
Matt + Food Poisoning Fic Prompt
Another fic from the Ko-Fis for Koalas event, featuring Matt Holt + Food Poisoning. If you enjoy it please consider leaving a comment and also please consider donating to a charity of your choice to help Australia!
Timeline notes: Not applicable; after Matt is rescued from the Galra
A hard knock sounded outside the bathroom door.
Matt didn’t answer it.
Puking was more important.
He clung to the strange shaped toilet, arms quivering as much as his stomach, throat raw and face flushed and sweaty.
It was not the way he’d wanted his new team to see him.
He’d been free of the Galra prisons for barely a week and had been introduced to the Rebel unit he’d be working with under command of Captain Olia just that day and while he was still reeling a bit Matt had known without a doubt he wanted to make a good impression.
Vomiting up his insides was not a good impression.
His intentions had been good even as his gut told him not to eat what Te-Osh had been serving to the team; some sort of meat that honestly looked like raw chicken. But everyone else had been eating it and Matt had learned not to be picky and he wasn’t going to ask for an alternate option on his first day and come across as some snob.
Welp.
He should have asked for something else.
Humans were clearly not meant to eat whatever that had been.
He winced as another cramp assaulted his stomach, moaning low into the toilet bowl.
The knock sounded louder, along with a sharp bark of his name.
Olia.
His captain.
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
“I’m…” his voice was a croak. “I’m fine.”
He did not sound fine.
There was silence.
And then a bang and the door flew open.
Matt had the passing thought he was very grateful everything was coming out the one end at the moment because being caught sitting on the toilet would be even worse.
He didn’t see Olia, not daring to turn his head lest he projectile vomit in the small room, but he heard her sharp inhale and a noise Bae-Bae would make when he was in distress.
He doubted the smell of vomit was all that kind on likely her more sensitive canine-like nose.
But Olia was a captain and a damn good one who he’d seen even in the short day he’d known her cared about her team and so he wasn’t entirely surprised when a paw settled itself on his back even if it did still make him jerk and then groan as his stomach protested the movement.
“You are sick?” Olia asked softly, accent even thicker in the low volume.
Matt gave the barest shake of his head. “No. Just… just food poison—”
He broke off as his stomach gave another lurch and more bile spattered into the toilet.
“Poison?” Olia barked. “You have been poisoned on my ship?”
51, because I miss your cute face :(
We can’t have that ! But like, there’s nothing to miss. Oh, and I love you princess.
Ask me questions.