Voltron: Legendary Defender One Shots

twenty one.

You wear their clothes. 

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Lance

Clothing: His jacket. 

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You sat in your shared bedroom with Lance, staring up at the ceiling. You had been very exhausted from training, but it also didn't help that it was starting to get terribly cold. And your way of solving this problem was stealing Lance's jacket. 

Lance himself was freezing as well, and he was really confused as to who could've taken taken the article of clothing. He went to his room to search for it. He shouldn't had been surprised to see you wearing it. 

"[Y/N]," He whined. "I've been freezing because of you." 

"Hey, I've been cold too." You retorted. You turned away from him, wrapping the jacket tightly around you. The jacket was almost too big for you. Lance couldn't help but think of how cute you looked all wrapped up in his jacket. He sat next to you, rubbing your back. You hummed back to him in response. Lance smiled down at you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your ear before whispering in it, 

"I love you." 

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Keith

Clothing: His jacket. 

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"Give me the jacket!" 

"Why?!" 

"Because I want to wear it!" 

"Why??" 

"Bloody hell-" You ripped the article of clothing off your boyfriend, slipping it on. It was a bit too big on you, but you felt warm in it.

"[Y/N], give me back my jacket." Keith demanded. 

"No." You shook your head, hugging the jacket. "I like it." Keith's face was red from you looking cute in clothes, and the fact that you were just cute in general. Your [h/c] hair was pulled up in a bun, and wearing a loose tank top with short shorts. Keith couldn't handle this. 

"Fine." Keith gave in. "You can wear it, but only for today." 

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Pidge

Clothing: Her glasses.

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"So the glasses are fake?" Hunk questioned, examining the spectacles on your face. 

"Yep. But then again I have shit vision either way." You explained. 

"You don't have shit vision." Hunk argued.

"You do when you can see into the future and shit." You retorted. 

"Stop saying shit." 

"You stop saying shit." 

"[Y/N]." You jolted your head around when you heard your name being called. You happened to meet eyes with Pidge through the slightly dusty lens of the glasses. "Why are you wearing my glasses."

You giggled before answering, "Me and Hunk wanted to see if they were fake or not." 

"Well good for you. Can you hand them back now?" Pidge leapt up slightly to get her glasses, but you held them out of her reach. 

"Why wear them when you don't even need them?" You questioned. Pidge let out an annoyed growl. "Plus, I think I can make these work." You quickly turned back to Pidge, lifting her up in a hug. "Not that my Pidgey doesn't look stunning in them already." 

Pidge's face reddened at your compliment, not daring to look at you. She wouldn't admit that you looked stunning in them as well. 

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Hunk

Clothing: His headband. 

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This, singular piece of fabric, was fucking longer than you. You were waiting for Hunk to finish up in the bathroom, and he had left his headband out while you waited. You being curious, picked up the item and exaimined it. 

The idea of the material being longer than your body height astonished you. You decided to tie it around your head. Your head was smaller than Hunk's so the fabric hung down your body a lot more than it did for Hunk. You couldn't fully tie it the way Hunk did, since it was so fucking long. So you improvised and tied it into a bow. 

Hunk had exited the bathroom and came on to the scene of you attempting to walk around without tripping over the falling fabric. Hunk couldn't help but a little chuckle slip. You turned to him, blushing of slight embarrassment. 

"I think it suits you." Hunk complimented, kissing you on the head. You couldn't help but smile gleefully at the showing of affection. 

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Shiro

Clothing: Um, I'm just gonna say a shirt he wears to sleep. (like he ever does)

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Something wasn't right. You were sleeping, which was normal. In fact you were sleeping peacefully. Not a care in the world showed on your face. But, you were wearing his shirt. Not only that but his favorite shirt. It was too big on you, and your pajama shorts were not visible with the top on. 

Control yourself, Shiro told himself.

Shiro sat next to your resting body. He admired you for a good moment before lying next to you. He wrapped around your body, spooning your smaller body. Shiro immediately felt comfortable, feeling the good vibes you sent off whenever you slept. Shiro felt like whenever he slept with you, he would always be blessed with the best of dreams. 

An image of you with the current clothing popped in his head, making him blush and open his clothes. He glared down at you, knowing you were doing it to tease him. But you still had the innocent, tranquil grin on your face as you slept.