Voltron x Reader; Preferences and Oneshots

{Preference}; How They Confessed To You

"Follow me." You muttered, then began to speed walk off. He followed, trailing behind you into a part of the castle he had never seen before.

You pulled him into a small room. He was confused at first, until you turned him to the right. On the wall was a Kristehl portrait of him in all his glory. Bayard in hand, pointing it sharply at what would be in front of him eventually.

"I-I finished you this morning. The whole thing isn't done yet, but I drew you first."

"Y/n, I don't know what to say. I-I love you." He stated. Frick. He said it. No turning back now.

"S-Surely you don't mean that.." You muttered, making him stiffen. Why would you misinterpret his words in any way??

"I'm speaking clearly, y/n. I love you" He said, staring at you blissfully.
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🌊🔹Lance🔹🌊

Lance was just- Lance. But then, he wasn't.

Lance was always saying things like pick-up lines and 'You and I should go out sometime", and not only to you, but you both knew he was just playing around.

However, recently it became less of a joke to him. You were kind, funny, intelligent, and he was sensitive yet flashy, and a joker. But most of all, he was definitely into you.

You were both in the lounge one day, about a body length away from one another on the couch. He then, without warning, fake yawned and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Classic." You muttered, and he replied with "Its just because I love you, y/n~" semi-sarcastically. You rolled your eyes.

"Ya, because Lance McClain of all people could love a smart-a— like me." You replied, and he instantly shot you a heartbroken glare. "Who told you I couldn't? That anyone couldn't? $10 it was Keith." He asked, and tried to joke, but his voice was growing low and upset.

Why is y/n saying that about herself? Stop. It's mean, mean to me, mean to her.

"Nah. Just high school bullies. Despite all the school speakers and PSA's, their skulls were too thick to give a crap, huh? Never would've guessed the lowlifes would actually be right about me." You joked sadly, forcing yourself to smile. "The universe didn't make me a match.

You were very socially awkward, due to lack of social interaction, until you met Lance at the Garrison. You would always correct people's lingual mistakes and only talk to teachers if you needed help, eventually becoming an unknown class pet, unaware that others began to naturally hate you for your titles and brain.

Immediately annoyed by the thought of you upset, he pulled you into a tight hug that you desperately needed. You froze up at first, and he buried his head in your neck. You melted in his arms and hugged back, beginning to sniffle thankfully.

"They're wrong. About you. I can tell when people are lying. And I'm not. I actually love you." He stated hopefully.

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❇️🌱Pidge🌱❇️

Pidge was a tad more subtle about it, but you understood her clearly.

She had been carrying feelings for you for a long time, but never thought you were "into that." And because of that, she cherished the time you two would spend together in her lab building things.