Voltron X Reader Oneshots {COMPLETE!}

Words on a Wall (2) {Various}

You all wanted this SOOOOO badly. So, ya know, I had too.

Warnings; none

Voltron Varios X Reader

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It's been days since the 'incident'. Since then, they haven't acknowledged your existence at all. They aren't even bullying you anymore. Of course you didn't know how to feel about this, seeing as they were your friends, and your bullies. But, life moves on.

Sweet, sweet art class... You thought as you take your seat. You got out your sketch book, but couldn't think of anything to draw. Your art was usually inspired by being bullied. As you were thinking, you heard someone sit down next to you. You look over, and are surprised to see Keith, who refuses to make eye contact. You then notice that the other seats are filling up around you with your supposed-to-be bullies, who aren't talking nor making eye contact.

Art went by very, very, very awkwardly. No one talked around you, no insults, no nothing. Just awkward silence. The bell was the only sound you heard all class. You don't really pay attention to the teacher, Mr. T, and there was no chatter in the class. So, the bell was like heaven.

You get up and start to leave that awkward group students called the 'populars'. "Wait!" Shiro calls out. You groan and turn around. "What?" You asked, very annoyed. The five of them stood there, fidgety and nervous, in silence.

"You're really not gonna talk to me? After we all became friends? You're gonna let your stupid habit to hate me get in the way? Geez." You stated, then turned back around. They called you again, but you just walked out to your locker.

What a bunch of stuck-up snobs... You thought as you opened your locker. You angrily threw your notes into your messenger bag, but leaving your sketch book out. You wanted to draw something on the wall, but you didn't know what.

You were brainstorming, barely paying attention to the world around you. You almost ran into the school's doors. You walked down the same old pathway you normally go, when inspiration struck. A girl, who's friends left her. Sound familiar?

You happily drew in your sketch book, making figures that looked like your supposed-to-be friends, and a figure that looked like you. You drew some lightning bolts between you and the others, signaling their betrayal.

After about five minutes of walking, someone tripped you. Your sketch book flew in front of you. They laughed. You roll over to see a beautiful girl with platinum blonde hair and dark flawless skin. She was surrounded by other girls. You look around. You were in an alleyway, one you haven't been to.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in!" She yelled. "Please, Allura. A cat would bring in something better looking than that!" Another girl states. You ignore them and crawl to your sketchbook. That's when you realize that you were in a dead end.

"Are you listening?!" The supposed Allura yelled, and stabbed her hot pink pump into your gut. You curled up from the pain. "Aw, what's the matter? You gonna cry after one little kick?!" Another girl said, kicking your side. You yelped from the pain. "Get up, loser!" Another girl yelled, and you idiotically obliged. A girl with dark brown hair punched your eye and kicked your leg, knocking you back over. You sketch pad slid over to the platinum blonde girls feet. She picked it up.

"Oh, Dianne! Look at these puny little drawings!" Allura called, flipping through the book with Dianne looking over her shoulder, laughing. Allura threw the book at you. The group of girls laughed and walked away, leaving you in the unfamiliar alley. Your hair was messy, you had a black eye and a split lip, your stomach was bruised and bleeding; you were a mess.

You heard fast footsteps approaching you. Assuming it was the girls, you huddled up again. "Wh-what happened?!" A familiar voice asked. You look up to see your bullies/friends/somewhere in between. Lance and Keith hurry over to help you stand. You wince as Keith accidentally applies pressure to your bad side, but thankfully he eases up. Pidge checks out your bruises and cuts.

"A gr-group of girls... they-" You tried to explain, but was cut off by a hard cough. The cough hurt your side and you would've fallen over if it weren't for Lance and Keith. "Alright, try not to talk to much." Shiro advised. You nodded and all of you started walking towards your house, this time surrounded by small chatter from the group.

As you walked by the park, you couldn't help but instinctively look at the graffiti wall. But instead of seeing your art and comments from weeks ago, you saw new comments. We're sorry. , Are you there? , and (Y/n)?! Clouded the wall. You looked at the group around you, all chattering with one another. Maybe they aren't so bad..?

You all eventually arrived at your house. Shiro tried to turn the doorknob, only find it locked. "Do you have a key?" He asked you. You nodded. "It's in the back pouch of my bag." You respond. Lance carefully reaches down and opens your messenger bag's back pocket. He pulled out your silver key and tosses it to Shiro, who caught it and opened the door.

Keith and Lance helped you into your room. Pidge checked over you one more time, and said that you would heal with time. After she shut the door, you passed out.

You wake up with blurry eyes, and look over at your clock. 6:30. 6:30?! I slept for three hours?! You thought as you sat up and looked around, and recall the previous events with a splitting headache. But that is quickly put aside as you see your sketch book open on your nightstand.

That's strange.. I don't remember sketching before I passed out... not leaving it open... not even bringing it home!! You thought as you reached over to grab it. You rested the book in your lap, and held your head with one of your hands. Your eyes widened at what you saw.

It was your sketch from earlier. But instead of lightning, there were hearts.