Voltron Preferences & Imagines/One-Shots

Requested by: @3Ladybug3

You knew it was childish, but you couldn't help it. You were pouting like a three-year old that had to share their toys with another kid. Everyone knows young kids are terrible at sharing, but no one knew you were jealous.

Yep, you had a jelly belly, and no not the jelly bean. You couldn't help it, you'd given up long ago pretending you didn't have feelings for the blue paladin, so when he flirted with Allura or showed he liked her more than you, it hurt.

But there was nothing you could do about it. You couldn't do anything to Allura (she'd probably be able to counter anything you threw at her anyway) and Lance didn't even notice you looking longingly at him. It was a never ending cycle of you feeling jealous and thinking you weren't good enough. Yeah you knew you weren't as pretty as Allura, but Lance didn't need to prove it by only noticing her.

Today felt different though. Maybe it was the way you felt determined to make him notice you, or perhaps it was the feeling that you were done being second best to the Princess. Either way, you were going to go out there and show you were fabulous (and perfect for him too).

When you stepped out of your room, you saw Lance talking with Allura as the Princess pretended to listen to what he was saying. You deflated instantly, but the small bit of determination still in your body made you press on.

"Hey Lance!" You called, gaining both of their attention.

"Hey (Y/N)." He smiled at you before turning back to Allura. The little feeling of joy that he saw you disappeared as fast as it had come.

"Princess, is it ok if I talk to you?" You tried taking her away from him. She approached you happily.

"Of course."

"See ya Lance." You waved. He just stood confused for a moment before walking off, making you turn forward again with a sour face. Was it too much to ask to just get noticed as a potential girl to date?

"Thank you for that (Y/N)." Allura spoke up. "I was looking for a reason to leave."

"You don't like him?" You were sorta surprised.

"Absolutely not." She cried, shaking her head. "He's too flirty for my tastes, and just too..." Not able to come up with a word, she finally said "Lance-y." Your spirits rose a little at the reassurance you weren't going to have to compete with her.

"Good." The word slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it.

"You like him?" She rose an amused eyebrow.

"Nooooooo...."

"Yes you do."

"Yes I do." You sighed. "But I can't ask him out! I'm stuck in the friend-zone, if I'm even a friend to him." You looked away sadly.

"He notices you (Y/N), you just don't know that because you aren't looking at him."

"Wait wait wait." You both stopped. "You're telling me he looks at me when I'm not looking?" She nodded. "And when I look at him he looks away?"

"Basically."

"You're not pulling my leg?"

"No?" She shot you a confused look. "I'm not pulling your anything."

"It's an expression. Translation: you're not messing with me?"

"No, I'd never do that (Y/N)."

"Wow..." That seemed a little too good to be true. "But then why is he always talking with you?" She smiled knowingly, but before she could say anything, shouts from Coran rang throughout the halls. You both raced to the control room to see red screens flashing with information you couldn't fully understand as the words were in Altean.