Voltron One Shots

Voltron p.2 (A/R)

I looks out my window, to see a dark shape flip over roofs far into the night. Could that be Romelle? The evidence points to yes. Except the voice. Araneae's voice sounded nothing like Romelle's. I slump down on the wall, and pull a sketch book out of my backpack. I begin drawing.

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"Hey Romelle." Allura says, sitting in the chair next to me.

"Hey. Sup." I have to throw her off my path at any cost. I know it. It has to be done. "So apparently my mom was recording the news. Which is... a problem let's face it, but I got to see the interview! And you're so right, she is pretty cool. I love the jacket."

Allura hesitates for a moment. "Omg I know, and the converse? Mmh! That's the good shit.

"I wish she would at least reveal the school she goes to."

"Ugh Same! I wish I knew who she was so I could make out with her."

"Woah. That's weird... but oddly relatable." I cover the embarrassment in my face well I think. I hope.

She giggles.

"But with my luck I bet she goes to Galra academy." I say pretend gagging.

"Our rivals right?"

"Yeah. Although if she does go there, I'll be shocked to see that a decent person can come out of that hell."

She giggles again.

Step 1

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My Instagram quickly becomes populated, by thousands of followers, then about one million. To satisfy I post a few pictures of myself in the suit.

Then a picture of my new motorcycle with the red jacket on the handle. This one was taken outside of the other school around Altea. Balmera High. They were a nice enough school. But they had really distinctive greenery. Someone would piece it together that this is the school Araneae attends.

Of course they would be wrong, but that was the point, wasn't it.

Another picture is of me without the mask, but wearing a long curled brown wig. It's taken from the back, me wearing my moms jacket and black leggings. I'm standing on top of a building at night.

Step 2

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I go to a coffee shop, dressed fully in the costume. I order a mint frappe under the name of "Liz- crap, Araneae."

I drink the whole thing.

I hate mint coffee drinks. They're insufferable. But Araneae likes them, so I'll stuff it down.

That's on the headlines the next day.

Step 3

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Several people become obsessed with finding out my identity, including Allura. She shows me a binder full of newspaper clippings, and printed Instagram photos. Transcripts of interviews and public appearances. Maps of places she has tagged her photos. It's terrifying, and amazing.

"Wow Allura. Are you getting close?"

"I don't think so, but I've narrowed it down. When I find her. I'm going to kiss her, ok? Make me hold to that."

"Yeah, alright." I say absentmindedly, flipping through pages. "You ever seen her in person?"

"Not yet."