Make Your Choice - Skalidra - Voltron: Legendary Defender [Archive of Our Own]

Make Your Choice - Skalidra - Voltron: Legendary Defender [Archive of Our Own]

The swipe of claws across his arm stings, burns as the druid magic sizzles into it, and he hisses his pain but spins around anyway, following the blur of shadow. The illusions that surround him are laughing but faint, see-through as long as he concentrates, as long as he- He strikes, drawing power from his chest and out into his arm to throw black lightning at the druid's real form.

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Keith is the current 'Prince' of the Galra empire; a title passed down to each new chosen student of Emperor Zarkon's, which are usually geniuses or prodigies. Keith's biggest problem is that he's a halfblood, and far too small by Galra standards, even though his skill more than makes up for it. So, when he sees a mouthy, freshly taken slave shout at the Emperor, he decides he could use someone with a little spirit to stand at his back. As long as the human agrees.


Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Sheith Week 2K16, Galra Keith (Voltron), Slavery, Choices, Scars

The swipe of claws across his arm stings, burns as the druid magic sizzles into it, and he hisses his pain but spins around anyway, following the blur of shadow. The illusions that surround him are laughing but faint, see-through as long as he concentrates, as long as he—

He strikes, drawing power from his chest and out into his arm to throw black lightning at the druid's real form. It burns inside him, claws at his veins as it passes because he hasn't given himself fully to it like the rest of them, but he bares his teeth and takes the pain in exchange for the power. The druid backpedals, shield coming up to block his lightning. He charges the moment the last spark leaves his fingertips, curling his hands to ready his claws and diving in on the end of the lightning. His metal-tipped claws grate over the shield; tearing strips in it but there's no way he gets through, not without a fight. So instead he bends one knee and throws the other leg out, skimming beneath the shield.

The druid yelps as he sweeps one leg, staggering. The shield flickers and he shoves forward and through it, violet light breaking off around him as he reaches forward and grabs the druid by one shoulder. No teleporting if he's in contact. He wraps himself around the druid, slips to the side of a blast of lightning that heats his side as it barely misses him, and drives a hard knee into the back of one of the druid's thighs. That gets his opponent to one knee, and far down enough that he can wrap his other arm around the throat and dig his claws into the vulnerable arch of a throat. He hisses, digs them in a little harder, and—

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