Voltron OneShots

Always Wear Your Space Helmets!

Trigger Warning: Hidden mentions of smut

Heavy footsteps echoed through the room, a man, with broad shoulders and a chest as strong as mountains, sat down on a comfy couch, eyeing two other's in his presence, Takashi Shirogane, the kind and caring leader, was angry. On Cotten white floors, in the old, Altean ship, stood two young adults. One had chocolate brown hair mixed with smooth, sun-kissed skin. The other had raven black hair mixed with a fair skin tone. The room was rather quiet for once, an awkward silence filling the place until it reeked of nothingness.

Takashi finally spoke, breaking the oh so deafening silence, "so.. are you two going to explain what I saw today?" A harsh tone laced the man's words, the conversation was one with a serious background, or so they thought. Hands, as pale as ghosts, slid through greasy, black hair as tanned lips edged into a terrified frown. "We didn't do anything!" One blurted, the other keeping quiet.

It wouldn't take long for one of them to break, The black paladin knew that. "Keith, Lance, we're over this, I know what you did, Now, just please be honest.. did you use protection?" A small frown was painted carefully on the man's face. Keith's breath hitched as shivers went down the other boy's spine. Takashi sighed, his eyes glaring daggers into the two. "Am I going to have to explain how protection works again?" He asked, his voice low and husky.

"Yes", "No". Two entirely different answers, yet, the same thought process. Both boys earned an eye roll from the older one. "Right, we're doing this then" Takashi cleared his throat, leaning forward a small bit. A steamy, pale skinned boy hissed "Shiro. No." This stern look had been plastered onto his face in an instant. Lance somehow stayed silent through this, unsure of the consequences to come.

"Right then" The man started "When you two decide that you want to go on an 'adventure' together through space, you need your space helmets." Takashi gestured the two boys as he spoke. The raven haired one's eyebrows knitted together in anger, "Shiro I said No." he grumbled unhappily. "But...I don't understand..?" The ocean eyed boy finally spoke, putting a finger against his lips in utter confusion.

Takashi smiled at the brunette, "Well Lance, when you and Keith are on an 'adventure' in space, you must always make sure you have your space helmets on, through your travels you may discover types of diseases and unheard feelings without your space helmets" ever so slowly, a small grin replaced an angered frown on his face, "Shiro, we get it! Stop." That low and familiar voice that tingled with annoyance had interrupted once more, but the older brother didn't stop. "Now, me and a lot of other people care about you two, so to stay safe from transmitted diseases and unwanted feelings, please, wear your space helmets" the man took two, baby blue, square shaped packets out of his pocket.

"Oh my god, stop, just stop." Keith mentally face palmed, a deep red colour illuminating on his fair cheeks, he took one of the packets his brother offered them, snatching it away with force. Unlike the anger the other held in his heart, the Cuban boy was smirking, he gently took the other packet, shoving it into his pocket, "I understand Shiro! Thank you for the talk, I really think it helped us" Lance grinned softly, feeling overall quite happy with how the conversation had gone so far. Keith on the other hand, had a clear death stare directed towards the tanned one.

In utter frustration, the hot headed boy just simply grabbed onto his partner's hand, pulling him out of the room in an instant. Two bright red faces headed out of that very room, "Never again, okay?" Keith looked into the other's shinning eyes. Lance gave a warm smile that reassured him greatly, his soft voice spoke..

"So he's talking about Voltron right?"