#zarkon x reader

[jackthekangaroo]

when you want to read a specific type of fanfic, try to find it, that plan is unsuccessful, and then you realise you have to be the one to write exactly what you want to read:

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

Could would Lotor, Shiro, Keith and Zarkon (separately) react to finding out that the males of their boyfriend's (m!readers) species can get pregnant? M! reader's species is basically a cat-human hybrid. I don't care if it's smut or fluff.

(feel free to take off Keith or Shiro if there are to many characters)

—❢—

×A/N×

Hey, Anon!

I'm sorry for taking this too long!

The characters are kinda ooc, but I hope it's acceptable!

I wanted to make this as fluff, but I put some spice in it. Don't worry, it's safe.

Although, I have to admit-

I'm a Lotor simp

×❢ About my work ❢×

ooc, fluff, smut, male reader, cat human hybrid reader, no pronouns used for the reader, no proofread

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Character(s): Takashi "Shiro" Shirogen, Keith Kogane, Prince Lotor, Emperor Zarkon, You| (Y/N) |The Reader

Ship(s): The characters x You| (Y/N) |The Reader

Form: Headcanons

—❢ー

𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[Credit goes to the creators of the gifs!]

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogen

• he is actually pretty surprised

• firstly, because you are a male and you're pregnant

• but don't worry, he traveled through the galaxy and he saw weirder stuff than this

• secondly, he didn't believe that the pregnancy test will be possitive and you guys made it!

• like you came up to him and told that the pregnancy test was possitive and he was like "What's that, hon?"

• BUT YOU GUYS MADE IT! And this is what matters. And ofc the baby's health too, but you get my point

• so it was kind of a good surprise for him

• he's not so crazy about it

• Actually, he never had a crazy, energetic personality, so that's normal from him.

• but he will do his best to keep you and the baby healthy

• he'll also sit down and just talk softer when he's around your belly

• he'll be ONE OF THE most cheesy ones

• also, he won't like it, when others are cursing around you bc of the baby

• HE'S SO DAD!! (I mean he's the dad of the Team Voltron, so what did u expect? -)

Keith Kogane

• he'll just stand there and say "... What?"

• Even if he doesn't show any sign of excitment, you know that he's happy about it.

• You two WILL have serious conversations about he can be a good father, and yes, you know that you're two are ready for this child.

• will be more protective around you than ever

• he's afraid that the baby will get infected by Lance

• "Stop it, you'll make my child(ren) stupid."

"Oh, like you would be any smarter."

"I am."

• 3 months after you've revealed to him that you're pregnant, he have finally accepted that he is ready to be a great and ideal father to your child(ren). He placed your palm into his. "You know... I was thinking, (Y/N)... Maybe... Maybe you're right. I can be a good father to our child(ren)." he looked up at you with a determined sparkle in his eyes. "And I'm so ready for it."

• he's not a big crier, but this will be definitely bring his emotional side out. But just for you and your baby(s) only

Prince Lotor

• ♪ he knows, he knows, and I know he knows ♪

• okay, but seriously, when you mentioned that the test was positive, he'll just stand there and smirk at you and say

• "I already know that, Darling."

• and he also knows that he's happy about it

• definitely that type of person, who already has a whole construction plan of the baby's room

• he'll probably kiss your belly at sex

• also, I think it would turn him onthat how sensitive you are

• "Oh my..." he laughs at your whimpers. He did nothing yet. All he did was just touching your chest with his cold fingertips. And you are already beneath the plesure as you begging him for more. "You're so sensitive for me, Dear."

• He tries to spend as much time with you and the baby as he can. He doesn't want to give your child the same parenthood, like his was. He wants to be better, than his father.

Emperor Zarkon

(Mind if I do past Zarkon? As the Black Lion's paladin? I hope you don't mind it-)

• he could already sense that you're pregnant, so he wasn't so surprised

• though, he was still happy with you

• in the Garla Empire it's quite dangerous to have a child, don't you think so?

• but don't worry, he'll watch out for you

• IS the other cheesy one

• he'll just knee down and kiss your belly while asking "So, how's my babygirl / my big boy?"

• he had some doubt if he could be good father, but he swallowed it quickly

• i mean you chosed him. If he wasn't a good father figure for your beautiful child(ren), why would you choose him, right?

• i would say that he treats you like a prince —just like his son—, he does that everyday so-

• but after all, he's really greatful to have a child (or more) with you, and he's more than ready to be the father of your child(ren)!

[galraluver]

Zarkon x Red Paladin Fem, part 4?

I didn't think that this was going to be so popular, so here's another part 🖤

_________________________________________

Almost a deca-phoeb passed since Zarkon captured (Y/n) and she'd come to terms that she wasn't ever going to see her friends again nor was she going to regain true freedom. Living in galra central command wasn't exactly the worst thing in the universe, although she kind of had to be careful around Zarkon because he had some rather obvious anger issues; in a way, she felt like Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Zarkon granted her free roam of central command and status in the empire, at some point she began to fall in love with him a little bit despite knowing she might have had a little Stockholm syndrome. There were times when hints of his previous self showed up in his behavior and that's when (Y/n) devised a plan to help Zarkon return to his previous self instead of continuing to be a quintessence hungry zombie. She was between a rock and a hard place by that point in time, conflicted about whether she should attempt to escape or stay put.

Zarkon wasn't too conflicted about how he felt about (Y/n); she could be a powerful ally, all he had to do was turn her against the paladins if he ran out of plans to get a hold of Voltron, otherwise he wouldn't do it because he needed her to trust him. There were times when he felt somewhat in love with her, he just wasn't good at showing it except for the times when his personality shifted to what it used to be before the incident ten thousand years prior. He didn't mind comforting her when she needed it and he certainly found her attractive, and as time went by she'd managed to earn his trust. One day in particular when Zarkon didn't have anything better to do he decided to visit (Y/n) in her habsuite where he knew she would be, she still preferred the comforts of her new little home because she still missed her freedom. He personally made a snack for (Y/n) using some of the food from his own personal kitchen, but first he made sure everything was edible for humans; he gently knocked on the door when he made it to her habsuite, patiently waiting for her to reply.

“It's unlocked.” (Y/n) called out when she heard a knock on her front door, already knowing who it was; and, as expected, Zarkon walked into her habsuite after the door slid open.

“I've brought you something to eat.” Zarkon spoke with a gentle tone as he walked over to the couch, sitting down and offering the plate to her.

“Thank you.” (Y/n) replied shyly before she took the plate from him, still feeling a little anxious.

Zarkon felt his heart flutter in his chest when (Y/n) accepted the food he gave her, it was a sensation that he hadn't felt in a very long time. He was ancient, he'd been alive for longer than Earth's existence, and yet the young human woman he'd captured made him feel slightly flustered in a good way. One of his main reasons for visiting (Y/n) was because he wanted to take her out shopping at some point, he figured that a day away from central command would do her some good. (Y/n) sat there and quietly ate, feeling a little better after she tasted how good the food was; Zarkon never starved her, she simply hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was almost lunch time. She glanced up at him for a second and saw that he was deep in thought, she couldn't help but wonder what he had on his mind.

“I would like to take you out in a few days to what used to be the largest Unilu swap moon.” Zarkon told her after a few minutes, gazing down at her with a slight smile.

“The old- You mean the space mall?” (Y/n) inquired before she put two and two together, her expression brightening up when she realized that he actually meant the mall; she loved the mall back when she went with some of the paladins, she never thought she would ever get to see it again.

“Yes, I intend to take you to the ‘space mall’ as you put it.” Zarkon answered, his tone a little more chipper than usual.

(Y/n) put the plate down so she could surge forward and hug Zarkon, thanking him for offering to take her to the space mall again. A lot of possibilities rushed through her mind about what she might find at the mall; she would obviously want to go to the Earth store to see what was in stock, she really hoped there would be some books or other things she liked in stock. She hoped that she could find her favorite snack there, the martian usually kept snacks from Earth in stock for anyone who liked them. Zarkon was a little surprised when (Y/n) hugged him out of the blue, he'd never seen her act in such a way and he liked it for some odd reason. For a moment part of his old personality showed itself for a few seconds until they stopped hugging each other.

“Why now? Why are you offering to take me out to the mall all of a sudden?” (Y/n) questioned with a nervous tone, hoping that she wasn't overstepping any boundaries.

“Can I not treat you to a day out whenever I please? I'm not expecting anything in return, if that's what you're concerned about.” Zarkon inquired, feeling slightly awkward all of a sudden, and yet he hid it well.

“I- W-well, yes, you can. I just wasn't sure why, that's all.” (Y/n) answered in embarrassment, feeling stupid for questioning him in the first place.

Zarkon assured her that it was alright; he wasn't offended by (Y/n) asking him why he was taking her out to the mall, in fact he kind of expected it. He watched as she began eating again, not missing the blush that suddenly appeared on her face. He hadn't personally been to the space mall since his time as the black paladin, he wondered exactly how much it had changed since then. Zarkon rarely left central command at all; the only times he did go somewhere was when he had to check in with certain planets, he otherwise never saw the need to go anywhere else. He genuinely felt kind of excited to go out with the former red paladin, although he would have to give her a disguise in order to prevent anyone from recognizing her, but until then he would just go on with life until the day of their trip came.

[panda-noosh]

Old Friends {Zarkon x Reader}{Request}

Words: 2931

  Genre: Angst

  Notes:  oof I don't know how to write fluff for Zarkon, so I just went all out on the angst lol. I hope you like it!! x

---

     Being dragged in front of the Galra emperor was not how you had planned on spending your Sunday evening.

   All had been going perfectly well – sure, you weren't meant to be in the Galra empire, but you thought for sure that your old friend Zarkon would be willing to make an exception just this one time. With the history the two of you had, surely seeing you wouldn't be such a bad thing?

   You had woken up, risked a brisk walk around the streets of the empire. It had been just that, though – a risk, a stupid one now that you thought about it. To everyone within the Galra empire, you were nothing more than a fugitive, banished from your home country all because of some false claims that the emperor had made of you in an attempt to get rid of you, just so he wouldn't have to deal with the risk of you exposing him to everybody.

   Zarkon had always been that foolish. You had grown up with the man, seen him during his rise as a Paladin all the way to his downfall as an oppressor of his own people. Although you disagreed with the majority of the things he insisted on doing, it didn't mean you were going to throw him under the bus for it all.

    But your brisk walk had led to this – you being dragged into the foyer of the emperors ship, two Galra generals on either side of you and a chain dragging along the ground; it truly was a sight to see. You caught a glimpse of yourself in one of the metal shutters, winced at the mess of your hair that had only gotten that way due to the fight you insisted on putting up whenever the generals had made to grab for you. Your ankle was already swollen from you trying to pull the chain from it, and there were dots of blood lining your foot, dribbling down and trailing along the ground as you walked.

    He did this. It was him. He was so worried about what you might do, about what information you might expose that he had insisted on putting you in chains. Chains. As if you were some kind of animal, some kind of beast that needed to be kept under lock and key.

   You suppressed the urge to snarl at him as the doors to the foyer opened, and Zarkon was suddenly in front of you.

   No words could be strung together to describe how you felt in this moment, because everything was conflicted. Your old friend, the man you once knew seated in front of you with a crown atop his head and an evil smirk adorning his face. You had once claimed to love him, had once given him your everything, and he was doing this to you.

   You wanted to be mad at him. Wanted nothing more than to pry the chains off of your feet and leap for him, gouge his eyes out with your claws, but there was another side of you that felt the urge to buckle, collapse to the floor and let the emotions take over. Even after all these years, you couldn't rid your brain of the memories he had embedded in your mind, the years of working with the lions where he had given you his everything and you had given it all right back.

    It shamed you to say you still recognised that man, even with the glint of evil that had now poisoned his very being.

   His eyes never left yours as you were shoved to your knees in front of the throne he was seated upon. Your knees crashed onto the floor, causing you to grit your teeth at the harsh contact. You refused to make a noise, refused to give him the satisfaction of your pain.

    “Thank you, guards,” he spoke up, nodding to the generals who had oh-so-kindly dragged you in here. “You can leave us now.”

   “Are you positive, emperor Zarkon?” one of the generals asked.

   “Why would he say it if he wasn't positive?” you barked, shooting the guard a glare. The guard glared right back at you, the one to your left sending a foot into your ribcage in an attempt to shut you up. You hissed, stumbling a little bit but catching yourself on the metal floor.

    Zarkon chuckled darkly. “Yes, I am sure. I want to talk to Y/N in private. It seems like we have a lot of catching up to do.”

   As the generals left the room, clearly not too keen on the idea of leaving you alone in the same room as their beloved emperor, you risked a glance at the Galra in front of you.

   His metallic red suit glinted under the lights surrounding him, his violet eyes never leaving yours and making you feel as if you had done something wrong. You remembered a time when you would sit in front of him at dinner, the other Paladins surrounding the two of you, but it would never feel that way. It would always feel like it was just you and Zarkon, sending each other sly smirks across the table, silently having a conversation whilst everyone else spoke.

   Those had been the good old days, but even now, it was as if he was speaking to you through nothing more than his gaze; old habits died hard.

    “You're just going to execute me anyway,” you grumbled out after a moment of silence. “Get it over with. Come on. I don't want to cut into your precious time.”

    Zarkon smirked. “Do you think so little of me to believe that I would execute one of my oldest companions?”

    “I'm sure you wouldn't have thought twice about ending Alfor's life.”

   “Alfor and I had a rocky relationship,” Zarkon replied. “You and I, however, have very strong history.”

  You shivered. Hearing him bring up your past like that, with so much casualness, as if nothing had changed between the two of you, was chilling.

    “You know, I never stopped thinking about you,” he continued, his voice as smooth as it had always been. “I was always wondering where you were, what you were getting up to. Always wondering what my little Y/N had made of herself.”

    “Don't call me that.”

   “Oh? We're no longer on a nickname basis?” He smiled to himself, leaned back on his grand throne with his hands folded in front of him. “A shame, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I'm willing to be quiet.”

    You winced. “You have a son now, do you now?”

   “Lotor, yes. A trouble maker at best.”

   “Where is he, then? Does he know about your unfair exile of one of your oldest friends?”

   Zarkon pursed his lips. “He knows about you. Knows how I feel about you. I haven't kept my feelings a secret, Y/N, but I have to put my empire first.”

   Your blood boiled. You were finding it more and more difficult to bite back the harsh comments, to keep yourself calm. You knew he wanted you riled up, wanted to push a reaction out of you, and it was working. Against everything, it was working.

   “You always claimed that you loved me, Zarkon, but you were so quickly to banish me whenever you saw me as a threat,” you growled through gritted teeth. “You knew I had information that could rip your entire little empire to the ground, and you put a price on my head. Tell me how that is love?”

    A shadow flickered over the emperors expression. “You can question whatever facts you want to, but you knew I loved you. I never kept that a secret from you.”

   You bristled, clenching your fists at your side. “No. No, you just hid the fact that you planned on having me exiled from my home. But at least I know you loved me.”

    “Love you,” he corrected, and you were fairly certain your heart had stopped beating in your chest. There was a roaring in your ears from the blood pounding through you, but all went silent as soon as his confession rang out across the foyer.

    It burned. It was a physical pain in your chest, a clamp pressing down on every emotion you had tried so hard to shove away for the past few years – after Alfor's death, you didn't even want to return to the Galra empire anyway. Not with Zarkon, not with anyone. You wanted to avenge your friends death, find Princess Allura and help her rebuild the planet that had been destroyed by your people.

   And yet you had been dragged back. Your curiosity had gotten the better of you. This was your home, after all. These were your people.

    “You have no right to say that to me,” you growled, ducking your head down. If he looked into your eyes now, you knew the game would be over; every single emotion you were suppressing would come to the surface, and Zarkon would know. He would see right through you, just as he had always been able to do.

   “I know you feel the same way,” he purred. “Or at least, you once did. I must admit, my little Y/N, that you've definitely gotten a lot better as disguising your feelings. Even from me. The man who knows you better than anyone else on this planet.”

  “You have no idea who I am now!” you roared, head shooting up, body lurching forward. The chains rattled, sending pain to dart up your leg and for you to crumble back against them. Your breath was coming out in sharp pants now, sweat lining your forehead, mingling with the tears as they trickled down the side of your head. “You exiled me, Zarkon! You got rid of me, just as you always wanted to! So do not sit upon that throne and tell me you know me when you haven't seen me in the past two years!”

   For a second, you were fairly certain you had actually managed to shock the man. Eyes glazed over with something close to annoyance, a muscle twitching in his jaw just enough for it to be noticeable.

   But then he was smiling again, that god forsaken grin that had your stomach reeling with a mix of desire and absolute disgust at your own emotions – he had exiled you. He was the man who had destroyed the peace your people once held, the man who had selfishly gotten rid of the girl he claimed to love all because he was scared of her knowing too much.

    “You can't deny that we know each other well,” he said. “Even after such a long time apart, I know your secrets. I know your past. I listened to you, Y/N. Better than any of the others did – better than Alfor did. You still looked up to him like he was some kind of god.”

   “He was a better man than you were,” you growled out.

   “That's not what you thought whenever the team was all together.”

   You closed your eyes, resisting the urge to spit in his face. He would send for his generals, have you dragged into the dungeons for good if you stepped out of line. Being in his presence was hurting you, but the last thing you wanted was to endure the torture of being locked behind Galra bars.

   So you refrained, slumped down against the floor until your elbows were hitting against the cold metal. Zarkon watched you. You knew he was. You could feel his eyes burning into you as you gave up entirely, let the exhaustion coat your body and grab at your emotions all over again.

   “You're right,” you ground out. “I didn't think you were a bad man whenever we were all together. Because back then, you had morals. You wanted to help the universe just as much as the rest of us did.” You glanced up at him then, a dark shadow cast over your expression. “But then the jealousy got the better of you.”   He clenched his fists, jaw hardening. “I was never jealous of Alfor. I was never jealous of any of them.”

   “There's no point in lying,” you scoffed. “Everyone could see it. You wanted all the power, wanted to take Voltron above and beyond what everyone else wanted – that was what drove you to be the horrible person you are now. That's what led you to drive your people into the ground, Zarkon.”

   “My people are thriving!” he exclaimed. “Under my rule, no other race has even dared get close to us. They're terrified. My people are the safest in the universe.”

   “You're people are throwing themselves into battles that do not need to be fought!” you yelled. “Innocent Galra are dying because you want to stir up a fight with some innocent planet that you have no right to even be near! You call that ruling? You call that keeping your people safe?”

   “I call that dominance,” Zarkon growled. “I love you, Y/N, but I refuse to take scrutiny from someone who was willing to help human beings take down her own people.”

   “You know it wasn't like that,” you hissed. “I was helping Voltron, because Voltron is where I belong. It's my home, whether you and Alfor are there or not. And truth be told, the new Paladins are much better than we ever were – they know what they're doing. They can agree on things!”

   “They're trying to take down my empire! They've gone against your people time and time again, and you've sat back and watched them do it.”

   “Go to hell!” you spat, chains rattling. “They've been doing the right thing this entire time – trying to keep planets from getting obliterated by you! All they want is peace, and you're the only person getting in the way of that.”

   Zarkon scowled. “I've heard enough. I want you out of my sight.”

   “Thank the Gods for that,” you hissed, just as the Galra generals came bursting through the door. You didn't fight them as they wound their arms through yours and dragged you back, Zarkon yelling for them to throw you into the dungeons to await a later trial.

   You didn't look away from Zarkon as you were dragged backwards, didn't look away from the man you once loved more than anything in the world.

  ---

   Zarkon couldn't hold your eyes. For the first time in his 10,000 year reign, he couldn't look someone in the eyes.

   He had always prided himself on his stubbornness when it came to getting what he wanted. He was able to intimidate people in the easiest of ways, but the way you were looking at him now had his cheeks flushing and his head ducking down to look at his folded legs.

   He had spoken a great deal, but from the moment he had seen you being dragged into the foyer – hell, from the moment he knew you were in the Galra empire – his entire world had crumbled around him, but at the same time, it was like his world was suddenly reborn.

   He remembered you so well. Remembered you everyday, suffered through the pain and regret of ever letting you go. It had been him who had ordered your exile, him who had been too scared of the things you knew – because you had seen every single side to him. You had seen him cry, had been the one to hold him as tears ran down his face – tears he hadn't shed in years. Tears he wouldn't let himself shed any more.

   But that was back when he was nothing more than a weasel pressed beneath the thumb of Alfor. It was Alfor this, Alfor that. It had gotten to the point where even you had started to look up to the Altean king more than you had ever looked up to Zarkon, and that had hurt. More than anything else, seeing you slowly lose interest in him had hurt most.

    He hated himself for yelling at you, hated himself for exiling you to the dungeons, but his people would expect nothing less. His people looked at him, and they expected him to be dominant, to not let anything pass; he had to keep that persona up, even if it shredded apart his entire being, made you look at him with that hatred in your eyes.

   Even though you had yelled and snarled and said hurtful things, Zarkon could see that there was still a glimmer of the old you locked within. He could see it in your eyes – sure, you had gotten better at hiding your feelings, but you loved him. You loved him, and he loved you, and he knew that. There was no hiding such an emotion whenever the feeling was so strongly reciprocated.

   He leaned back in his throne after the doors of the foyer had slammed shut. His generals swarmed him, asking questions about your fate, but he ignored them all.

   He just needed this moment. Just this single moment to catch his bearings, to remember you for the woman you once were. To remember himself for the man he once was – the man you had fallen in love with.

[captainamerica77]

Zarkon x Lotors mother

They met after he had been the black paladain for sometime

She and her parents owned a altean equivilent to a coffee shop

He went in once when he was meeting the other paladains for some casual hangout time

HE was lovestruck with her. Couldn’t get her out of his head for weeks. 

He of course kept going back to the coffee shop to see her

alfor teased him about it constantly

After they started dating, though he wouldn’t call it that, he began to laugh a lot more

it scared the others at first

ALfor sort of adopted her as younger sister

When her mother passed away she barely left her room for weeks

Zarkon would spend every moment he wasn’t busy with voltron with her

The two got married after being together for 10 years(I imagine that’s like nothing in their lifetime)

Their son Lotor was born soon after

Lotor is such a momma’s boy

Lotor has his mother’s hair and his father’s attitude and seriousness

If people want I can post picture of how I imagined her to look. I would love to hear what you guys think of this!

[ohbloggerimagines]

if ur still taking voltron requests: could you write somethin abt a small human reader with a possessive zarkon?

Sorry that this is more on possessive Zarkon and not much smol reader buuut I tried I’m sorry ahh 

“Zaaarkonnn!” You whined, spinning in the captain’s chair of the ship, deep purple robes flowing around you as you spun.

Zarkon was, in a sense, your leader.

Yet you were a full blooded human, and how you survived this long with him was amazing.

Captured by Zarkon’s forces as a ransom object, you fought well, and even went after Zarkon yourself trying to escape.

He saw the fight and fiery spirit in you, and allowed you to stay, under his commands.

But he didn’t know how quick and easy you would grow on him, and how protective he would become over you.

You got dizzy spinning, and wobbled getting up, nearly falling but Zarkon swooped out of nowhere and scooped you into his arms.

Compared to you, the Galran man was quite large.

“Be careful, you fool.” He grumbled, setting you down on your feet once again.

Laughing softly, you nudged his side with your elbow. “Aw, Zar, you worried?” You teased, and he shrugged you away. “…Just be more observant.”

He wouldn’t admit his possessive nature towards you, but it was quite obvious.

“Alright, Alright.”

Zarkon sat in his chair, and you in your own personal ‘co-pilot’ seat, right beside him. You rested your head back, sighing as you looked off into the deep galaxy. “So what’s on the schedule today, Z?” You asked, looking over at him, expecting an answer.

“Same as usual..” He spoke softly, eyes straight forward.

“I wish something exci-”

With a loud BOOM! The ship shook, sending Zarkon into battle mode. “Y/N, Get to the back room.” “No! I want to see! For once, Zarkon! Please!”

“NO!” He nearly growled, sending a piercing glare to you.

Without another word you rushed to the back sliding door, pressed the button, and slipped inside, letting it close behind you.

Zarkon knew if he let you see the battle’s, you’d want to throw yourself upon them. He couldn’t let you do that.

“Sir, Voltron is back!” A guard came through the door, unspoken fear in his voice.

Zarkon, standing tall and unshaken, brushed past the guard and stormed down the hall, yelling commands. Two more guards rushed in and to the control panel, beginning to fire and block Voltron’s shots.

Now and then the ship would shake, knocking you back on the singular chair in the room. Sighing, you hummed softly to yourself, waiting for it to end.

“Fire!” Zarkon barked, the beam hitting Voltron direct, and separating them into their smaller lions.

“Perfect.” He grinned, ready to single them out.

But they all flew off, probably to rethink their plan of attack.

It went quiet, and you assumed it was safe to come out.

The door opened with a hiss, and the room was empty. Zarkon, guards, gone.

“Z?” You whispered, approaching the large glass window of the front.

In the distance you saw a gleam.. A blue gleam.

Like a kid looking in a Christmas store, your face was against the glass, and the gleam got closer.. And bigger.

It was coming right at you.

You backed into Zarkon’s chair, and you made the figure out.

A lion. A blue lion.. A blue. Robot. Lion.

It came to a halt and floated in front of the glass, and with a closer look, inside was a boy with deep tan skin, and charming deep blue eyes.

He seemed as confused as you, putting two fingers to his forehead and flicking them away in a salute.

He jumped a bit, as if being yelled at, and bolted off, and the shaking began again.

Five, Ten, Fifteen or more minutes passed and it was finally quiet again.

The door slid open, and the heavy slam of boots on the floor sped up behind you, and you were spun around fast.

“Y/N!!” Zarkon yelled, anger laced in his voice. “I told you to stay in the back!”

You clenched your jaw, staring him down, “..Blue.. space lion..robot thing.. What is it?”

His face fell, and he stepped back.

“Nothing. Nothing you need to be concerned about.” “But Zark-” “No buts! You are not to even speak of the lions-” He saw your face twitch, “Lions..? There’s more than one?” “No, there- Leave!” He yelled, picking you up and setting you outside the door and closing it.

He threw himself into his chair and placed his elbows on the panel, his face in his hands.

This was exactly what he didn’t want.. He didn’t want you to see the lions. A lion, anything! He knew you would be so interested.. He knew you would want to leave and explore what it was.

But you couldn’t leave him, no, he wouldn’t let you.

Voltron has taken so much from him already, and he would be damned if he let them take you as well.

–

BONUS:

“Lance, Lets go!” Shiro barked into the comm, and lance was shaken from his gaze into Zarkon’s ship and he flew off.

“What’s your problem?!” “There’s someone.. There’s a human person in Zarkon’s ship! In the- the control room!” Lance spit out, “You’re ins-” “No, listen to me! There’s someone in there and we need to go back!” “We aren’t going back! We’ll talk to Allura and Coran but now we need to fight!” Keith voiced, his red paladin spirit breaking through.

Lance went quiet, but soon spoke, “Fine. But I’m not leaving them there with him.”

[jackthekangaroo]

he just gives the cutest pet names guys, how could I resist?

[galraluver]

Hi! So just a quick request can you make a scenario where the original paladins meet there future spouse bc they fell from a portal from our universe to there's and it's the paladins save them from dieing?❤❤❤❤ lots of love boo!!!

I sure can 😊

I'll have to make each one separately because of the word limit here on Tumblr, so for the time being I'm starting off with the leader of Voltron himself, Zarkon. I'm sending you lots of love too 💕💖

_________________________________________

(Y/n) was just an average forest ranger with a perfectly normal life while working her childhood dream job; she loved being out in the park she worked at where she was surrounded by nature, although she strongly disliked dealing with dumb tourists and people who were disrespectful to nature. She loved the times of the year when there were no campers because it gave her the opportunity to make sure everything around the park she worked at was doing alright and she got to hike if the weather was nice enough. While she walked along the trail deep in the forest (Y/n) kept an eye out for bears and other wildlife; it was late fall, so most of the animals would be packing on their winter weight. The young woman had something else on her mind too, a show on Netflix called Voltron Legendary Defender; it wasn't her first time watching it but she decided to rewatch all eight seasons even though she strongly disliked season eight because it was poorly written and rushed. One of her favorite characters was Zarkon, or at least the version of him before he met Honerva.

(Y/n) hated Honerva with a burning passion, mostly out of jealousy but also because she was a bad influence on what started out as a good character. If she were in the series when the backstory episode happened she would have prevented them from falling in love one way or another, alas she lived in the real world where aliens didn't exist. She looked up at the cloudy sky when she heard some thunder in the distance, ready to turn back until she saw the increasingly bluish purple tint to the clouds; she'd never seen anything like it before and decided to take shelter under a large tree since it obviously wasn't a regular thunderstorm. (Y/n) watched anxiously as the clouds formed a circle above her that seemed to glow while the thunder sounds got louder, the middle in particular glowing more than the area around it. In a way it looked as though a portal was about to open up above her, although she kept telling herself that portals didn't exist in real life and she must have been dreaming or something.

The young woman pinched her left wrist hard and yelped when she felt a stinging sensation; she definitely wasn't sleeping which meant that she wasn't dreaming. The wind suddenly picked up when the portal became more visible, making (Y/n's) hair and jacket blow all over the place. Seeing a portal in real life was shocking to the female forest ranger, then she saw something in the sky that looked like a person falling; (Y/n) didn't think much of it until the person came closer, falling out of the portal until he hit the ground with an audible crack as his armor-clad body came into contact with the trail. (Y/n) wanted to go see if the man who fell out of the portal was okay but the wind would have knocked her over, she had to wait until the portal stopped spinning and the wind stopped blowing so hard. The portal disappeared as mysteriously as it appeared, leaving nothing but gray rain clouds in the sky as though it had never been there in the first place.

As soon as the wind stopped blowing as hard (Y/n) ran out onto the trail and straight for the man, she assumed it was a man because of his size, to see if he was dead or alive. At first she didn't know what to expect until she was standing next to him, her eyes blown wide and her mouth hanging open when she saw what, or rather who, was laying on the ground. The man in question was Zarkon, large as life and completely unconscious; (Y/n) definitely thought she was dreaming until she slapped herself, only to realize she wasn't. It wasn't just Zarkon, it was the younger version of him because he didn't look like he'd been exposed to quintessence yet. (Y/n) didn't know how it was possible for Zarkon to be there after falling out of a portal, it shouldn't have been possible at all, but he was there and he needed her help.

"Hey, are you okay?" (Y/n) asked Zarkon when she knelt down for him, immediately reaching for one of his wrists to see if she could find a pulse.

Since galra didn't exist in real life there wasn't anything online about their anatomy, at least nothing canon, but thankfully (Y/n) found a pulse which meant the large galran emperor was still alive, just unconscious and bruised. (Y/n) wished that she could take Zarkon home with her, unfortunately he wouldn't fit in her house very well due to him being in between eight and nine feet tall; he wouldn't be able to get past her front door without bumping his head, he wouldn't fit on any of her furniture and there would be no way for him to bathe. She then remembered there was an old shed in the woods that used to be used for storage; it was still technically in good shape, although it'd been abandoned when a bigger one was built closer to the ranger station. The shed would be big enough for Zarkon to live in comfortably, all she needed to do was get him there and bring some basic supplies for him to use since she refused to let him live like an animal. (Y/n) could use her pickup to transport him to the shed, then she could go home really quick to get some basic supplies for him before he woke up since it looked like he would be unconscious for a few hours.

(Y/n) was thankful all of the other ranges working that day were busy elsewhere in the forest, otherwise she would have had a lot of explaining to do if anyone saw her helping someone who used to be a fictional character from an animated series on Netflix. She took note of her exact location before standing up and walking back to the staff only parking lot, knowing it would be hard to get Zarkon hauled into the bed of her pickup, but not impossible. Getting the chance to meet one of her favorite fictional characters was one of her biggest dreams, although she never expected it to happen in real life nor did she expect Zarkon to just fall out of a portal the way he did. On the way to her pickup (Y/n) wondered how Zarkon would react when he woke up; he was wearing his usual armor, but he had his bayard tied to a belt around his waist. (Y/n) really couldn't wait to meet him, she would have to force herself not to fangirl when she first met him, though.

__________

As soon as (Y/n) returned to the park and put everything in her portable wagon she set off towards the old shed she put Zarkon in, hoping he woke up while she was away. She brought a couple of pillows, a few warm blankets, a lantern, a space heater, some jerky, a few bottles of water and a few other things she knew he might need while he was living in the small building. Obviously he couldn't stay there forever, although she was wealthy enough to buy a bigger home if she needed to and she would look into it for his sake; she saved his life, so she would give him a place to live when she had the chance. It was lightly raining as she pulled the wagon down the trail, so she hoped the blankets and pillows wouldn't get too wet by the time she reached her destination. Once she arrived at the shed (Y/n) had to take a deep breath, unsure of how Zarkon would react when he saw her for the first time, assuming he was awake.

Her right/left hand shook a little when she reached for the doorknob; she felt a mixture of excitement and fear, but she had to remind herself that everything would be alright. After slowly opening the door she saw the galran emperor crouching down enough so he could look out of the window on the opposite side of the building. Zarkon stood up and turned to face (Y/n) when he heard her come in, not drawing his weapon since he didn't view her as a threat. The two of them just stood there for a few minutes and stared at each other, the only sound that could be heard being the rain outside; she still couldn't believe it, Zarkon was actually standing a few feet in front of her. Zarkon, on the other hand, wasn't sure what to think about (Y/n) since he'd never seen anyone like her before; her pheromones didn't suggest that she was a threat to him, so he allowed himself to relax.

"I'm glad that you finally woke up, I was worried that you had a concussion or something after you fell from that portal." (Y/n) said after what seemed like forever, bringing the wagon into the shed before closing the door.

"Who are you and where am I? The last thing I remember was fighting some thieves on an uncharted planet with the other paladins before one of the thieves pushed me into a portal." Zarkon inquired before recalling the last thing he remembered; there was a blank spot in his memory, so he couldn't remember what happened after he got pushed through the portal.

"My name is (Y/n) and you're on the planet Earth, I saved you after you fell through the portal. I need to see if you actually have a concussion or not, so can you please kneel down for me?" (Y/n) calmly introduced herself and told him where he was before asking him if she could see if he was alright or not.

Zarkon complied and knelt down, his whole body hurting from earlier since he hit the ground after falling; he didn't mind being checked for a concussion nor did he mind being around the much shorter woman. (Y/n) took the small flashlight out of the first aid kit she brought and turned it on once she was standing in front of Zarkon, carefully checking him for a concussion. After checking him and finding no major damage (Y/n) turned the little flashlight off and decided to tell him how she knew him; there was no point of her hiding the truth from him and it was better for him to find out sooner rather than later. She began by explaining what Voltron Legendary Defender was before she told him about his character in the show, then she told him about the flashback episode where his younger self was introduced. (Y/n) managed to stay calm throughout her exploration, but she couldn't quite read Zarkon's expression.

Zarkon was thankful that he didn't sustain any serious damage considering how hard he hit the ground earlier, his armor doing its job to protect him. However, as soon as (Y/n) started telling him how exactly she knew him he felt lightheaded; in this alternate reality he was nothing more than a character in an animated series and what was worse was he was one of the main villains, the complete opposite of what he wanted to be seen as. He'd met Honerva before, although never once did he think that she could have led him down such a dark path that led to so many others losing their lives. He was grateful for (Y/n) saving his life even though he was kind of put off by how excited she started to get after she stopped explaining how she knew him and went on to briefly mention how she'd wanted to meet his younger self if she ever had the opportunity. There was so much to take in, but when he thought about it too hard it made his head hurt.

"I brought some supplies for you until I can get you out of here, I'm sorry that it's not much. If you go out you need to be careful, I'm the only person who knows about you and I don't want the government to take you if anyone else sees you. I'll come visit you every day." (Y/n) said after a few moments of silence, warning him of the danger if anyone else saw him; if she was lucky, if anyone did see him then they might think he was bigfoot.

"Thank you for saving my life, (Y/n) of Earth. I truly appreciate your kindness and generosity." Zarkon humbly thanked (Y/n); he might have been an emperor but that didn't mean he couldn't be humble around those who deserved it.

"You're welcome, it's a huge honor to be able to help you. You can just call me (Y/n), though." (Y/n) responded bashfully, feeling a fluttering sensation in her stomach.

"Very well, (Y/n)." Zarkon said while beaming at her, his gaze meeting hers; without her help he wouldn't be able to survive in her reality, so he was thankful she was the one who saved him.

(Y/n) felt her whole body heating up and knew she was undoubtedly blushing, although there was nothing she could do about it, she was flattered and slightly flustered. She awkwardly cleared her throat before she brought the wagon closer so she could show him the supplies she brought, explaining how some of it worked and how it was used. Zarkon listened closely and paid attention, memorizing how to safely use the space heater since he needed warmth in order to live. (Y/n) found it fun while telling Zarkon how some of the supplies she brought him worked or was used for; she couldn't wait till she had a place big enough to live with him, she knew he would like learning more about humans. However, for that evening she had dinner with him so he wouldn't get lonely and answered any questions he had for her.