Voltron Keith Jacket Novels & Stories

"Little Misoup, use your brute force to crush him! My future luxurious life depends on you!" Misoup expressionlessly rolled up her sleeves, tilting her chin slightly towards Kirin. "Let's do this." Kirin snorted. "It'll be fun." Then he took off his black jacket, casually tossed it onto a nearby chair, revealing a black vest underneath. The muscles on his arms were obvious, with blue veins clearly visible. The tight vest emphasized his muscular physique, every muscle line visible through the fabric, exuding a sense of power even through his clothes. Mitbahl took a deep breath, a look of ecstasy on his face.

We never had a one-on-one conversation and i don't know if this was the night thing to do. "I know you probably already have plans for what to wear tonight, but I thought since you're both such an important part of Damon's life – and therefore my life – that you should be included." Kyle's suit was charcoal grey with silver accents that would go so beautifully and complement the blue and silver theme I had established for the family. Thorne's was a deep navy that would coordinate with the others while still allowing his personality to shine through. Both were tailored and had the subtle versions of the pack symbol that I had been unconsciously weaving throughout all of the designs.

I wondered what he’d try to do to me now. Githinji held his stomach as he backed up to stand in front of me, protecting me. Teris crossed the street wearing a tan, light leather jacket with a mustard yellow shirt underneath. His blue jeans were so dark they almost looked black. A pair of tan, steel toe boots finished his ensemble. I don’t understand how he wasn’t literally smoking wearing all of that. Iericho straightened his jacket before he turned around to face Teris. The Leopard King came close to Githinji, but he was still a few feet away.

Helios held Trevor by the shoulder and knelt before him to be on the same level as he was. "When I say 'your father,' I mean me," he said. "But you are just an uncle." Helios no longer wanted to argue with him so he picked out a dress shirt, a maroon jacket and vest, and a pair of maroon trousers as well. He showed it to Trevor and told him that the ones he chose were more fitting to use in a workplace. Thus, he has to convince Trevor to take off his current clothes and help him in putting on his three-piece suit.

He hadn’t come alone, with him were at least six dozen men, all armed to the teeth, there were pack members too present—mostly pack soldiers, and commanders, but also a few brave souls who stood as witnesses. Keith had long black hair and blue eyes which had an uncanny familiarity to Cassian’s. He was slightly shorter than Cassian, but what he didn’t have in height, he compensated for in his muscular build. He was dressed in a tailored suit, typical for business men, but even in that, his bulging muscles were still very prominent.

The council agrees and they get him a chair next to his father’s, so he sits down in front of us. Now that I’m paying attention and I'm no longer freaking out as much, I realize... Asheron is totally wearing Justin's Gucci jacket. The one I bought him in Italy, the one I had custom made for him with his initials ‘JRK’ sewn on the chest. A completely ugly jacket he hates because it's way too loud and ‘rambunctious’. The one he told me he would never wear. My eyes narrow on Asheron as I listen to his fake story.

Jake. Punctual this time, which was a small miracle in itself. He looked well, better geared, for starters. His jacket was sleek black, fitted, and clearly new. Not in a flashy way, but in the “I-don’t-shop-sales-rack” kind of way. His boots actually matched and his helmet didn’t look like it had survived three wars. Still, he carried himself like a man preparing to face his doom. “Hey, disaster” I called out with a grin, sliding my goggles up.

In the picture, he’s wearing a pair of black pants and a white military jacket with three stripes and four medals hanging from the left breast pocket and on the right pocket is the emblem of a wolf, leading three other wolves into battle. A sign that he is now the protector of the pack, the head warrior. She slowly runs her fingers over the picture, before she turns back and looks at Clayton with a straight face. “It is good when our dreams come true, isn’t it?” She asks. Clayton frowns at her. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Temperature: -60°C. The Valkyrie (a prototype VTOL dropship stolen from the Syndicate and repainted) roared through the blizzard. Inside, the Shield Team was gearing up. They weren't wearing rags anymore. They wore Mark V Exoskeletons—sleek, insulated, powered armor designed by Sterling Corp. Jack checked his heavy rotary cannon. "I hope they have heat... I hate the cold." "Approaching target," the pilot announced. "Station 5 is dark. No heat signatures."

she teased softly, her smile pulling him back from the storm in his mind. Keith lowered the blade, but the tension in his jaw remained. “I don’t know how much longer I can stand it, Leanne. They’re binding me to her as if I have no will of my own. My father, my brothers, even the Sunlit Alpha. They all look at me as if I am a thread in their tapestry to pull tight where it suits them.” Leanne stepped closer, her hand brushing against his arm. “You’re not a thread. You’re the loom itself, Keith. They only treat you this way because you let them. You could fight this, you could fight for us.”