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Olivia's Point of View
"What's a Paladin traditional?" Lance asked, raising his eyebrow. "Yes, that Paladin tradition," Coran said, he pointed with his finger, "It's a ball, but just us." "A ball?" Shiro asked, crossing his arms. "Yes, a ball. We have a party where we get dressed up, dance, and talk," Allura had a wide smile on her face. "Yeah, I'm not dancing," Keith retorted. Allura grabbed Pidge's and my wrist, then, walking off. I looked over my shoulder seeing Coran push all the boys somewhere. "Where are you taking us?" Pidge ask.
We stopped in Allura's room. "I have dresses I never used and I want you to wear them," Allura said, she let go of our wrist and turned to us. "I haven't worn a dress in seven years," I confessed. "And I don't want to," Pidge said, crossing her arms. "Fine, you can wear a tuxedo that is made for the green paladin," Allura pouted, she went into her closet. Allura came out having to different size clothes covered. The taller one was mine and the other was Pidge's. Allura was the first to change.
She was in a beautiful white dress and her hair was in a bun.
Next, was Pidge, I was sitting on Allura's bed stroking the mouses' heads. When Pidge came out she was in a black tuxedo, tie and green shirt. "You look great," I complemented her, Allura smiled. "Okay, now it's your turn," Pidge said, she grabbed both of my wrist pushing me into the closet. As the doors shut I turned around in amazement of how much dresses Allura owned.
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The Pink Paladin of Voltron
FanficOlivia is the first Pink Paladin and was stranded in space for half a year. Now she meets the paladins that always have her back. She'll meet new friends and foes even find a curtain paladin that makes her cheeks heat up. Olivia will know that takin...