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Fic Preview: Drowning With Fever

The sick!fic that went completely off the rails, Icy style ;p As always with these, no set post date. Maybe April? Enjoy the preview for now :) 

Drowning With Fever

Summary: Voltron was requested to lead peace negotiations between two warring parties. Well, technically the Alteans were requested. No one thought anything of such particular wording. They should have. Because now the natives are hunting Shiro’s party consisting of himself, Lance and Keith with the ultimate goal to turn Lance into the image of one of their revered Altean gods. And as if running through a jungle planet with no supplies and no way off wasn’t hard enough, now Lance is sick, burning up with a fever they have no way to combat. The natives might not be their most deadly enemy out here after all. 

Or, the sick!fic with so much angst and whump you could drown in it. Literally. 

Story snippet:

Shiro had remained as calm as he could, hoping that once they showed their compliance the Succuli would back down as well and they had, to his relief.

Only to come back with something far, far more horrifying than being disarmed and viewed as the enemy.

“We will only negotiate with an Altean,” the leader had said. “We have reviewed your items and believe they are Altean in make. But we must speak to an Altean.” He’d pointed then in Lance’s direction and the boy had raised a careful hand in a wave at the attention.

“He resembles the Alteans we revere. We will make him an Altean just as we have ourselves. Then we will speak with you.”

Lance’s smile had dimmed as his complexion paled and Shiro had stepped in front of him, Keith doing the same at his side, and aware now that the Succuli who had so eagerly crowded around Lance with what Shiro had assumed was awe was not at all.

It was an expression of wanting to do something, to fix something because it was not quite right.

It was the same look Haggar used to give him before she’d outfitted him with his arm.

“What do you mean?” Shiro had demanded, trying to give benefit of the doubt because they couldn’t mean what he thought they did and at the same time shoving away the tattered memory.

The leader had gestured at his own markings and then his shorn ears. “Burn Altean marks. Snip ears. We have herbs, not too painful. Nice and quick. And then we can speak.”

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A Month of Truth: Narrated by Lance and Pidge (Chapter 1)

VOICEOVER #1:

Pidge Gunderson here.

This month has been freAKING HELL. It's been so confusing and hormonal that the princess and Shiro made me do this damn video documentary about it. To reflect or something.

I'm telling this from two sides of the story. Lance's and mine. I don't know when that idiot is joining me to do this, but when he does...let's just say that you'll know.

Hey, Pidge!

Oh my god, Lance, no, go away-mmphf!

You liked that.

Shut-shut up-! Okay, now, I'm making this narrative to tell the truth, and complete truth about the events happening over a single month.

Let's go!

Coming!

VOICEOVER #1-END

~~~

DAY 1:

"LANCE!"

Pidge's voice is unexpectedly loud as she cleanly sweeps under the legs of a soldier, hooking his legs with her grappling hook and pulling him clean out. Lance, the intended target, breathes a sigh of relief. He dusts himself off, flashing a familiar smile Pidge's way.

It's a nice smile.

"Thanks, Pidgeon-"

Pidge, distracted, nearly doesn't notice the swinging blade aiming for Lance's neck.

"Watch out!"

Her swift hands snatch out, grabbing Lance's chest from behind and yanking him towards her, his back pressing against her chest.

Pidge kicks the solider away, electrocuting him with her bayard and grabbing Lance's hand.

"Come on!" she shouts, yanking him and taking off at breakneck speed, racing through mazes of modern looking blue-black coloured buildings, the bright pink sky casting its colour to the society below.

Pidge can't help but marvel at the sight of the technology as she runs, but saddens at the thought that Lotor and his dear ol' dad Zarkon destroying the place. Lotor and Allura had both targeted Galaxor, a famously wealthy and prosperous planet, at the same time. The difference was that one sought an alliance and the other sought invasion and takeover.

Lance grips onto her hand tight, lanky fingers clutching hers with an unexpected strength.

"I wonder how Hunk and Allura are doing," Lance muses aloud, casually slinging a shot at a wayward Galra (obviously, it's a perfect headshot) as they continue their race, taking him out with no problem.

He and Pidge were obviously going to find Lotor first. The plan was that the three pairs, the third being Shiro and Keith, would set off to locate Lotor and wait for the rest to arrive.

With someone as amazing as Pidge, how could they not get there first?

"-and I hope Shiro or Allura have already gotten there," Pidge finished, not realising that Lance was staring at her and not listening at all. He shakes his head, blinking to wake himself up.

"Nah, Pidgeon, we're going to get there first!" Lance teases. Pidge squints, curling her upper lip. Seriously, this doofus never had any humility whatsoever, did he?

"We don't even know where he is!" Pidge whisper-hisses, shooting him a glare.

Pidge tries not to stare at Lance, grinning as flirtatiously as he does to other pretty girls, most of the time. Pidge knows that to her, it is directed as a joke and a friendly tease. And yeah, she's accepted that for a long time now. It's fine.

Truthfully, she'd say Lance McClain's eyes see only the surface. Nothing else.

"Come on Pidgeon, this way!"

What?

Pidge doesn't let Lance tug her away, rooting herself firmly to the spot.

"Why this way?" she asks, directing a finger in their (read: Lance's) desired direction of travel.

"I can smell fabulous shampoo."

...what?

"Lotor uses amazing shampoo?"

"Obviously, he seems like the kind of man. I'm guessing he has such luscious hair, but obviously not better than mine," Lance preens, nearly stuffing his hair in Pidge's face. Unyielding, Pidge smacks him away and actually starts heading in the direction, hunched back and bent legs.

"Ooh, Pidge actually-"

"Shhh..."

Pidge carefully places a finger on Lance's lips, very effectively shutting him up. He freezes, making no sound,  the only difference being the light tinge of pink on his cheeks.

Suddenly, Lance is yanked down, hidden underneath a large structure with Pidge.

"-and I'm sure Voltron will be here any minute."

Lance and Pidge share a look.

PIDGE: Shit, is that Lotor?

LANCE: I mcfuckin' knew it.

PIDGE: what?!

LANCE: Look at his goddamned hair. Man could have come straight out of a Pantene ad-

Pidge breaks the stare to get a better look at Lotor while quietly typing in commands, calling the rest of Team Voltron to the very same place. And damn, Lance was actually right, the silky white hair was astounding.

"I have a feeling they're almost here! And I can't wait to crush them in my terrifying hands!" Zethrid cheers, voice unusually exuberant. Acxa sighs, paired with giggles from Ezor.

"Zeth, that's not what we're here for," she reminds, with the calm patience is a mother. Zethrid kind of pouts, but shrugs it off apathetically.

"I could crush them with no problem, thereby destroying Voltron, but you guys never let me!"

It was chilling, because it was almost like they were being lured into a trap. But no, it couldn't have been, because now that Pidge and Lance knew what was going on, that wouldn't be the case.

Message from: Princess Allura

PIDGE, START ATTACKING, WE'RE LITERALLY RIGHT BEHIND YOU

Message from: Keith Kogane

WE'RE ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE. READY, TEAM?

Lance readies his bayard, an admittedly beautiful sniper rifle, his hand accidentally covering the top of Pidge's when she reaches for hers.

Pidge, surprised, nearly freezes, Lance seeming to return the same face.

It's just the brush of a hand, something that has literally never affected her. What the hell was happening now?

She wakes up when she hears Keith and Shiro springing into battle, Shiro immediately going for Lotor and Keith fighting Acxa, the formidable general battling the paladin's ruthless attacks with cunning, clever moves. Hunk literally barrel-rolls in, firing his bayard at the feet of the generals in an attempt to knock them off their feet. Allura, determined for victory this time, slashes her iridescent whip Zethrid's way.

Lance pulls Pidge up, gripping her arm.

"Come on!"

Lance doesn't run as far in as Pidge does, Pidge immediately choosing to tackle Narti. Who better to tackle the smartest than the smartest?

Pidge needs to figure out how someone who clearly doesn't have means of vision can see so well. Maybe she's aware of her surroundings?

Quickly, she dashes towards her, slamming her grappling hook out to catch her in the stomach.

Or at least, she wanted it to catch Narti in the stomach, but more like Narti caught it and sent it back to Pidge's stomach.

"...oof," Pidge mutters, not bothering to dust herself off.

Narti may have gotten the first hit, but she sure as hell won't get the last.

The atmosphere is filled with sounds of battle, fiery raging heat, the area destroyed and plundered by missed gun shots (dammit, Lance!) and stabs of sword (dammit, Keith!).

Pidge knows that getting in too close might be a bad idea. But even seemingly-random but actually carefully-placed strikes don't deter her, and never hit her, as she blocks every single one with ease.

So instead, she aims to strike her with the hook, quickly sliding under and hooking onto her leg. Much to her disappointment, Narti doesn't fall on her goddamn face like she wanted, but it's enough, the fact that she stumbles.

All of a sudden, Narti grips her hook, violently pulling Pidge towards her. Pidge is caught between the unmakeable decision of losing her bayard or possible danger.

And then, before she can process it, a tail is wrapped around her neck and her breath cut off.

Pidge doesn't struggle, saving her breath as it is slowly squeezed out of her, looking at Narti. Where is the one place she didn't hit?

"PIDGE!"

Lance expertly hits Narti's tail, causing her to drop Pidge and the bayard in surprise. In retribution, her tail snaps out, hitting Lance in the face.

Pidge pauses, nearly gawping stupidly at the sharpshooter, now clutching his mouth with one hand and sniping with the other, somehow, that may have just saved her stupid, stupid life. She has to will herself not to smile and stop at him.

Wait, what? Friendly smile. Friendly smile.

"Pidge!"

Voltron and the Generals plus Lotor break apart, the two sides pausing for a moment and staring at each other venomously.

Pidge doesn't miss the scratch on Lance's cheek.

"Come on, Pidge!"

Lance is the one grabbing her hand this time, the team accidentally separating back into pairs to flee the formidable general team. God, where the hell had Lotor found such badass, awesome generals?!

Lance and Pidge, running on adrenaline, sprint away, heart pounding, feet hitting the ground hard.

They don't follow their previous path, navigating and twisting through a city like a maze, with no way to guide themselves. Damn, they were going to have fun finding their way back later, weren't they?

Lance, watching behind them for Galra soldiers, notices Pidge squinting at him.

"What? You need better glasses?" Lance asks, leaning in to Pidge and adjusting her askew glasses for her, not noticing the gentle pink that tinges her cheeks, nor the unusually surprised expression. She frowns, brow creasing.

"Maybe. These are my brother's, so maybe they messed up my vision or something," she muses, swatting Lance's hand away. But amidst the distraction...

A swish of purple.

A spot of red.

A blur of silvery-white.

Prince Lotor and his general Ezor.

"Is this blue and green?" Lotor asks, tinge of an annoyingly amused smile on his face. Lance nearly opens his mouth to protest that, but Pidge stops him. No sense letting Lotor know more than he already does.

"Yeah, Prince Pantene," Pidge rolls her eyes, folding her hands behind her back, fingers slowly and surreptitiously closing around her bayard. Lance isn't quite as secretive, immediately aiming and shooting at Lotor.

With the speed of light, Lotor leans to the side, the bullet scraping through his hair, charring a little bit black.

"Take that, Lo-butt!" Lance howls. Pidge smacks him, whipping out her bayard and going in swinging.

Pidge swings one leg out, nearly tripping Ezor, who darts away nimbly and grins.

"Hi, sweeties!"

Ezor gracefully and powerfully swings her leg at Lance's head, which he barely dodges, leaving Pidge free to aim a hit at Lotor himself. He doesn't move, raising an eyebrow.

Goddamn the height difference.

Lotor doesn't brandish a sword, doesn't pull out a knife. Instead, he brings out a small vial of sparkling turquoise liquid, looking tiny in his large hands.

Pidge charges straight towards him, using the taser in her bayard. Lotor moves to the side, but Pidge cleverly sidesteps and jabs the bayard fiercely into Lotor's chest, sending shock waves through the Galran Prince.

Ezor stops, stunned, quickly grabbing the vial from Lotor's hand and jabbering something to him in Galran, Pidge and Lance assume. Then, she gets up, throwing the same sunny smile (perhaps hiding layers of murderous rage) to them and slowly uncorking the vial, twist by twist.

Lotor slowly gets up, smiling.

"Paladins, I didn't come here to hurt you. I don't even want to touch you, no matter how much you may want me to fight, Green Paladin," he says, voice as charming and smooth as his hair.

Pidge stands ready to fight, arm brushing Lance's, who stands slightly in front of Pidge, one arm stretched across her.

Protective, much?

Suddenly, Ezor throws out her arm, the blue-green liquid splashing Lance and Pidge in the chest, evaporating and leaving a twinkling mist behind.

Lance's heart tremors, beats, thumps. He shakes, feeling some kind of energy pulse through his body, feeling every blood vessel filled with something tingling his nerves, up to his brain. Surely Pidge must feel the same.

Hell, did Lotor just drug them, make them high? Stoned? Is this the alien version of crack?

Blinded, Lance and Pidge stumble around, arms splaying out and trying not to hit the other.

But when they open their eyes what seems like an eternity later, Lotor and Ezor are gone.

~~~

"You should be all right, as in no changes in terms of bodily parts, mental ability, and gender," Coran rambles off, squinting at a written list in his hand. "But I'm not sure what the intended effect was."

Pidge and Lance glance at each other, sitting next to each other on the sofa. Coran's medical testing didn't seem quiet professional if he wasn't sure of the effects. Pidge debated on whether to try and run her own tests. Even the rest of the team, seated in various places on the large span of sofa, look worried. It would be extremely bad timing if they decided to die.

"We just have to wait and see, then?" Lance asks.

"Maybe it'll help Lance finally be able to charm girls," Pidge cockily whispers, leaning in to Lance confidently, sipping on her juice as a show. Lance chokes on air, eyes bulging wide, turning to Pidge with an incredulous look.

"Uh, um, I get girls just fine," Lance sasses, raising one eyebrow. Keith rolls his eyes the minute he sees Lance turning to Allura, who already starts getting up and leaving at the sight. Pidge smirks happily.

"Ha."

Annoyed, Lance pouts, rebelliously swinging his legs onto Pidge's lap and placing his head on the sofa like he had many times before. Allura laughs, the laugh tinkling gently. She sits back down, patting Lance on the head as she does so jokingly, making the whole group burst into laughter.

"Aww, I'm sorry Lance, but we've got bigger things to worry about. Say, the spell that Lotor and Ezor cast on you?" Allura asks. "Any ideas?"

A spell? That could be a lot of things. Could be an 'act crazy in front of your group' spell, a 'lose all bodily functions' spell, could be a 'throw up every time you eat spell...' it sounds extremely cliche to Pidge, but everything is really up to time to reveal. After all, it has been a few hours since Ezor first dumped the sparkly, painful misty liquid on them, and so far nothing had happened.

But...

Normally Pidge enjoys just sitting quietly, working while dropping the occasional snarky comment at Lance or something. But now, Pidge feels different, like she wants to talk all the time, like she has an energy flowing through her at all times.

"Maybe it's a 'get the Princess to fall for my charms' spell," Lance suggests, winking. Pidge groans inaudibly, rolling her eyes at the side and tilting her lap to slide Lance's legs off.

"Hey!"

"Look, I know you've got sculpted and admittedly nice long legs, but I don't need them on my lap," Pidge states, brushing off her lap.

Wait.

Freeze.

...what the hell?!

"...uh, Pidge, you do know what you just said, right?" Hunk checks in after an uncomfortably long silence, leaning in with an apprehensive and surprised face that everyone seemed to be wearing. Lance, legs dangling off the sofa now, nearly turns around to hide his face from the bunch.

Did Pidge just admit that he has nice legs?

"...yes, yes I did."

"You just said Lance has nice long legs. You never say he has nice anything."

Hunk stares at Pidge, amazed.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm not thinking it, even if I'm not saying it." Like how I was thinking that Allura is sometimes too uptight, or how Shiro's new haircut actually looks really weird," Pidge shrugs, looking as if she has more to say.

Oh god.

Did she just admit...?

Pidge claps her hand over her mouth, tapping her toes rapidly, eyes darting to and fro from a random place to Lance, then to another random place and back to Lance.

"Lance, are you hearing this?" Allura kind of giggles, the little glint in her eye an indicator of her thoughts, not even affected by Pidge's statement.

"Of course I am. And Shiro, your eyeliner is looking a bit off today, a little thin, isn't it? Awesome though. "

Shiro self-consciously looks in a mirror.

Keith, looking between the unusually but understandably hyper stressed Pidge and the very, very flustered Lance, starts to gain an idea of what exactly was playing out.

"Lance, what are your thoughts on this?" he asks, smirking at Allura, who returns the expression. Shiro, blur, doesn't understand.

"I'm very flattered." Lance, flattered? Once in a lifetime. "I'm very flattered that a pretty girl would say that to me."

It's Pidge's turn to go red, blush, smile sheepishly, look away. What the hell was going on, she didn't know.

But then, all of a sudden, Hunk turns to Pidge with a look that she also sees in Allura and Keith, and suddenly survival instinct kicks in for the blue-green pair who immediately jet off, speeding away from thr evil perpetrators,  who are ot in pursuit.

"God, haven't we done enough running for today?" Pidge groans out, stopping outside her door, Lance right beside her.

"How do you think I got these legs?" he questions. Then, he smiles stupidly, grinning at Pidge. "Just kidding."

"Naturally, obviously." Pidge smacks herself again, groaning into her hand and sliding her back down the outside of her room door.

"I think I know what Lotor did to us," they both say in unison, eyes equally as terrified, breaths heavy, hands shaky. They laugh for a moment, rambling about jinxing, and how it's fun but stupid. Nervous rambling and laughter.

Pidge takes in a deep breath at some point, finally saying what she'd suspected since the couch.

"I think we've been hit by a truth spell."

"...well, shit."

---

DAY 2:

Lunch is supposed to just be lunch, not 'truth or truth'. Lance just wants to eat the goddamn food goo and go hang with Hunk and Pidge, goddammit!

"This food goo gets crappier each time I eat it," Lance muses, without even a tinge of annoyance. Coran raises an eyebrow, squinting his eyes.

"I'm sorry, young man, does it look like we have any other form of sustenance suitable for your human species?" Coran folds his lips, looking at Lance.

Pidge, quietly, mumbles "Kaltenecker."

"Sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you," Hunk asks from beside Pidge, his breakfast already finished. Pidge reddens right before screaming KALTENECKER!

"Pidge, you want to kill our baby?!" Lance clutches his heart, looking despondently at Pidge.

"It's a stupid cow, I just wanted the game."

"But-!"

"Well, Paladins!" Allura cuts in, smiling. "I've got some news."

"If it's another diplomatic whatever, I'm going to barf the food goo," Lance declares.

"Don't!" Hunk exclaims, instinctively moving away from Lance and away from the table. Coran looks like he's about to slam his face into the food goo.

"If you're going to puke, do it on either Keith's mullet or Shiro's new hair, because those are in dire need of destruction." Pidge doesn't even look up or try to make it sound sarcastic.

"I swear to god, this truth spell can be really funny when I manipulate it, but I'm praying that it goes away today!" Keith groans, yells, slams his face on the table.

"Damn, Keith, you're awesome and all but that's too much," Lance says, voice fluctuating with surprise.

"Wait, what did you just say? About me? Like what you think about me?" Keith checks, leaning in. Lance pales, looking like he really is going to throw up his food goo. Instead, he throws up the truth in angrily and quickly screamed words.

"YOU'RE AWESOME, LIKE IN FIGHTING AND PILOTING AND HOLY CRAP I'M ONLY ANNOYING TOWARDS YOU BECAUSE I'M PRETTY JEALOUS," Lance screams, immediately shoving his fist in his mouth immediately after. Pidge and Hunk burst out into laughter, Lance grimacing and covering his face in between them.

Pidge supposes that Keith is the catalyst to manipulating their truth spell, because all of a sudden they get bombarded with stupid questions, including the following:

"Who's the paladin you would most likely date?"

"Myself!"

"Describe me in your opinion!"

"You're hot. And awesome. And like really cool," Lance answers. "Wear eyeliner more often, Shiro. And yeah, Keith needs more eyeliner to reflect the darkness in his heart," he adds as an afterthought. Shiro, hopeful, shoots Keith his best puppy eyes.

"Don't even think about it."

"Guys!" Allura feigns slapping her palm on the table, scaring them into effective silence. "I haven't spoken yet!"

"Well, actually, you kind of have-"

"Hunk, shh!"

"I've organised a diplomatic banquet to be held in the Castle with the citizens of Galaxor," Allura proclaims. Lance nearly opens his mouth to protest, but one look from Allura (and the fact that her hand was wrapped around a spoon laden with goo and aimed at him) was enough to shut him up.

"A ball? As in dancing, ballgowns, the like?" Hunk questions, taking Lance's goo and cheekily polishes it off.

"Yes! You all will be expected to charm the Galaxorians and persuade them to join our coalition," Allura puts in, looking way too happy about the whole thing. Maybe it was because she finally got to hold a ball again since the last disastrous one.

"Dresses? I miss wearing those," Pidge says nonchalantly, looking at Allura as if interested for once. Lance blinks, cutely tilting his head to the side as if confused.

"A dress?" he echoes. Lance's mind flies off, imagining pre-Garrison Pidge decked up and dressed up in a purple dress, long hair let down and decorated with a purple hairband. Just like the picture she kept with her, of her and Matt.

And oh god, in that moment, Lance prays Keith or Hunk doesn't give him a Pidge themed pop quiz right now, or the words he would spill out may not be completely table-appropriate.

Meanwhile, Shiro nearly has an aneurysm from the pure volume of Allura's sudden screech, high-pitched and piercing and so very not-Allura.

"Do you want a dress Pidge? Oh, I've got a few of my old ones i think you can wear? There's some purple, and some green that would match your armour," Allura rattles off, counting off her fingers, eyes trailing upwards. Pidge blanches, getting up and leaving the table.

"Wait, Pidge!" Allura calls, getting up. Lance, meanwhile, darts up and follows Pidge, who he assumes was on the trail to her room.

Damn, why is Pidge so fast? Even with those short (and nice) legs of hers, she could probably outpace the tall Lance with ease.

"Pidge?"

He knocks softly on the door. No reply. Lance slowly pushes the door open, inching in little by little.

Pidge sits in the center of her bed, hands clutching the same small portrait she always carries around like a lucky charm. Damn, Pidge was like his lucky charm. Honestly. Where she was, good things happened. How many times exactly had she saved his life today alone?

"Pidge?"

She adjusts her glasses, looking up at Lance curiously, not even a tinge annoyed or surprised at his appearance.

"What?" she asks, her eyes going back to the portrait. Lance, after a gentle nod from Pidge, sits down beside her and relaxes.

"Just checking you were okay," Lance explains, peering over Pidge's shoulder, cheek to cheek with her, just to get a decent glance at the portrait.

Pidge never looked happier than there. It kind of sucks, knowing how hard it is to make Pidge happy, but Lance doesn't care. Pidge should be happy.

"It's so uncomfortable, this whole truth spell thing. It feels like an invasion of privacy, yanno?" Pidge purses her lips, the little space between her eyebrows creasing in displeasure. Lance grimaces, patting his shoulder to let her lean on it.

They had the perfect height difference, didn't they?

"It totally is. Keith is so having fun through this thing," Lance huffs, chuckling and patting Pidge, while relaxes and breathes out at his gentle touch.

"It's only been around two days and i can't really take it anymore. I didn't want to bring up dresses, it hurts because I would wear them while Matt was around. Now...it brings back memories. And oh god, I'm ranting, i can't even choose what I want to say!"

Pidge tenses up, every part of her face scrunching up, eyebrows narrowing in annoyance. This prompts Lance for another round of patting, stroking Pidge's hair gently. It looked a little longer than the last time he'd petted it.

"We can ask Coran to give us a diagnosis at some point. He'll probably do better now that he knows what's going on," Lance soothes. It feels weird for him, being the one providing logic. Usually this whole situation was the other way around; Pidge would be left brain and Lance the right. Strange.

"Yeah..." Pidge mumbles.

"Are you sleepy? Want an afternoon nap? " Lance asks. Well, no crap, because her eyelids droop and face relaxes. Pidge nods almost imperceptibly.

"I'm not a damn kindergartener...but a nap sounds good."

Lance wraps an arm around her, letting her lie on his shoulder, soon falling asleep.

Pidge gets stressed easier than she would like to show, admittedly, and this was a case of it.

Maybe she was embarrassed that she said Lance looked good?

Oh god, Lance suddenly realises and comprehends that Pidge thinks he's attractive (in some way). Oh god.

How lucky was he, after all?

With all kind of thoughts of these sorts shifting and twisting and morphing through his head, Lance is soon subdued to sleep, the two falling back on the bed.

---

VOICEOVER #2:

Lance here.

I didn't think Pidge was taking this very well on the first day, honestly. Neither was I, frankly, but it just kept spiraling worse from there for her.

Yanno, she's so good at keeping secrets and all that? She managed to hide her gender and relation to Matt and Captain Holt for how long, again?

I think this month was the first time she found herself in a place where the truth was the only option available.

And I think maybe she wanted to kill Lotor even more after this. Haha.

Lance, come back?

I'm doing the second voice-over.

Oh, okay. Want me to check over the recording?

Oh-um-crap-no!

DAY 6:

"PIDGE!"

Lance, as usual seeking to make a dramatic entrance, sashays into the common room with an unusual-wait, scratch that, normal-amount of confidence.

"Whaaaaaat," Pidge groans, lying down on her stomach on the sofa. She slips her headphones off, tilting her laptop screen slightly down. Hunk, asleep on the sofa, completely ignoring Lance.

"Ask me any question that I ordinarily would not be able to answer," Lance requests loudly, puffing his chest. "Coran said the spell should be gone by now, so this is my way of testing it."

Lance wanted a question? Well, Pidge supposes that what she was going to ask would either work out really well or really terribly for her.

"Is that really a good idea, Lance?" Shiro raises an eyebrow judgmentally. "You might end up revealing something you might not want to."

Lance shrugs.

"Honesty is a virtue, right?"

So far, today, Pidge has tried her best not to talk to people and to not let them talk to her. No communication equals no revealed truths, right?

Actually, she'd been using the same strategy for the past five days; wear headphones, work on Matt's case, take off for Allura or Keith's speeches. So far, with the peace that came with their battle with Lotor on Galaxor, the strategy had been working surprisingly well.

Lance, meanwhile, had been using this as an opportunity to comment a lot more than he usually did, this time with an excuse of honesty.

"Shiro, I need eyeliner lessons. You're a goddamn queen, you know that? You'd been god-level if you go back to the undercut, though."

"Keith, I'm really sorry, but you need to change that hideous jacket."

"I'm going to be honest, you're gorgeous and awesome Allura, but you're an awesome friend so let's keep it at that."

Allura's reaction had been more of 'like I was going to change that relationship status'. Pidge had definitely been surprised at that random outburst.

Lance flirting with Allura was like half of his identity by now (in Pidge's brain, that was. The other half was Lance flirting with random alien girls and a few guys scattered across the galaxies they visited).

"Name the person you'd most like to kiss in the room," Pidge delivers to Lance, grinning snidely at him.

So what if she may have had a little, teeny crush on the boy? So what if she'd hoped before that the person would be her? A girl could dream, right?

She doesn't expect Lance to struggle with the question, looking as if he had a frog stuck in his throat. Like he can't answer. As if something is stopping it from coming out. Lance doesn't seem to know why either, which immediately draws concern from the whole team.

"I don't know," he answers. "I mean, I physically can't answer that. My throat's not letting me."

Allura side-glances at Coran, who shrugs.

"Don't look at me, I don't know!"

"What do you mean your throat's not letting you?" Pidge asks, eyebrows pushed together, leaning closer to Lance as if studying him like a scientific specimen. "Like you don't want to say it?"

"It's more like the spell isn't forcing me to say it. Which is awesome, because it means it's not working anymore!" Lance cheers, happy.

Pidge isn't so sure.

The spell seemed to still be having some effect, but what? Lance was hiding something. How could his self-diagnosis change from 'being stopped from saying it' to 'stopping himself from saying it?'

Pidge isn't so sure.

She isn't going to be dumb like Lance, parade himself in front of the team, shake Hunk awake to celebrate the return of his dishonesty and lies. Maybe Pidge is hiding disappointment, she thinks, as she folds her laptop and stands up. Maybe Pidge is disappointed that she didn't get the answer she was looking for, she thinks, as she slips her headphones on and walks out of the room in silence, comforting music drowning out all other sound.

Maybe Pidge just-just wanted to know what Lance truly thought of her. That if he didn't want even Allura, that maybe he'd want her.

So Pidge, distressed (even if she wouldn't admit it herself) heads to the library, the beautiful library of the Castle, that was definitely underused.

While she strolls amidst the sky-high maze of shelves, decked with the most amazing (and unfortunately, rather disorganised) and informative collection of books Pidge has ever seen, her mind keeps on flashing back to the Garrison. To memories.

Memories where Pidge sees Lance for the first time, immediately noticing that the loud exterior definitely wasn't all there was to him. That he was admittedly good looking, and too tall for her to take, and endearingly charming. These were facts Pidge continually built up the more time she spent with him, despite all the lies she had to throw his way during that time.

She'd liked him, kind of. Pidge prefers to think of it not as a crush, but more of admiring. His sharpshooting, though she would never admit it, was so freaking awesome; he was like a video game character, but real!

But of course,  she wasn't going to tell anyone about that little secret of hers, for so so many different reasons. Now it was definitely more plausible, but now they were in space, a habitat featuring so many people that Lance would trail after rather than her.

Not because she wasn't good, not because she wasn't good enough. It was simply that she and Lance valued different things in life.

And that is a fact Pidge still struggles to learn and accept.

"Oh?" Pidge's foot nudges a small stack of papers, fallen open on the red carpet floor before her. Pidge stoops to pick it up, curious, the leaves nearly separating and flying away. She sifts through the papyrus-like pages, eyes drawn to one small, ripped sheet.

RECIPE FOR POTENT TRUTH

Add petals from four-petaled clover,

Five drops of water blue,

Drop six tears of a secretive lover,

And may all lie turn true

The rest of the poem is ripped off, a bare minimum of scribblings visible on the bottom ripped edge of the paper. Pidge flips the paper over, seeing only a few miscellaneous markings that didn't seem to be in any Altean words that she knew.

"What's this?" Pidge wonders aloud, standing back up with the single poem clutched in her small hands. A spell, perhaps? The very spell they have been cursed with? How would Lotor have access to Altean spells and be able to create them?

Four petaled clover. A symbol of luck to many people. Pidge just calls it a manufacturing error.

Water wasn't even really blue, was it? Really, it is the Sun that makes the water look blue. Goddamn poets.

The tears of a secretive lover seemed a bit harsh to use as an ingredient, Pidge thinks. Was it even a secret if the tears were collected? Wouldn't it no longer be a secret if they were known and used as a secretive lover?

Spells suck in that way.

Pidge pockets the poem, only that little paper, noting it for later analysis. Maybe this would be useful.

Scratch that, it will be useful.

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Lance isn't as talkative as she was expecting him to be. The conversations seem more one to one, Keith and Hunk laughing about how Voltron was actually the vintage Transformers on crack, Shiro and Allura drafting up some diplomatic affairs, and Lance just sitting alone. Pidge assumes that Coran is just manning the ship while they eat. Pidge sits down right opposite Lance, putting on a smile. After a quick round of greetings around the table from everyone, Pidge makes a quiet noise that grabs Lance's attention.

"Hey," she greets, keeping the tone casual. Lance nods, returning her smile as a reply to her greeting.

"Are you sure the truth spell is over?" Pidge asks, unable to think of any other feasible conversation topic than maybe Kaltenecker or something. Maybe he really had been minced up.

"I think so, but I'm not sure. I've been in my room for the past hours since you left," Lance admits, "so I wasn't really talking to anyone."

"Aww, did someone miss me?" Pidge teases, Lance flushing a little bit. "You could have just swung around-"

"Paladins! Allura!" Coran bursts into the room, panting, eyes full of hyperactiv. "Transmission from Prince Lotor!"

Allura ditches the meal, jumping off her seat in all her royal regalia and impractical dresses, the Paladins all following along after her to the main hangar. Sure enough, the team sees the snide face of Prince Lotor, eyes as analytical and judgemental as ever.

"Greetings, Voltron." Pidge can't get over how damn smooth his voice is, honestly. "I've called to broker a deal that may suit both of us."

"And what deal is that, exactly?" Allura questions, hands on hips and voice threatening and intimidating. Allura was in battle mode, no diplomatic fluffiness going on here.

"You stop annoying me as I take Galaxor, and I'll give you the cure to the truth spell I so conveniently brewed up for yours truly," Lotor drawls. Lance and Pidge hear the slight murmurs of...Axca, maybe a little Ezor?

"Nonsense. The truth spell has been broken. Lance himself did so," Allura proclaims, looking proud as she shoves the small victory in Lotor's snide purple face. He laughs loudly, raising his eyebrows as if unable to believe it.

"Dear, Lance, do tell me what nations have joined the coalition and what is your Voltron-related plan for the future?" Lotor's smile returns, his face a perfect blend of calmness and impassiveness. Lance shrugs.

"Well, we've got Kansilfrey, Plaxim, Ragtayron...the like, I think I can show you a list later. As for the plan, we've got allies, and we can-"

Pidge jumps on Lance,  literally on him, knocking him down and effectively shutting him up. The headphones she wore were a surprisingly good tactic to avoid the truth, but Lance seemed in dire need of assistance.

She totally doesn't end up accidentally straddling him in the corner, totally doesn't start stammering and reddening. Yep.

'We will not be taking you up on your offer," Allura replies, concernedly looking at Lance and wondering why the hell Pidge was currently swinging on Lance's lanky body. "Goodbye."

Allura shoots Coran a look, and he shuts off the transmitter, Lotor disappearing from sight, looking almost disappointed.

Allura, furious, her eyes made of molten steel, turns to glare at Lance.

"You said the spell was finished!"

"That's what I thought, don't blame me!"

Allura paces the room deep in thought, eyebrows furrowed and white hair swinging everywhere. Lance hates seeing Allura stressed, actually everyone hates seeing Allura stressed. Even as the Black Paladin (and ex-black paladin, for Shiro,) everyone still looked up to their princess for instructions. She stops pacing, turning to Lance and Pidge.

"We need to work on getting a cure. We can't have Voltron compromised for very long. Lotor is getting to us," she mutters. Pidge and Lance are not sure whether they are supposed to answer that.

The little paper in Pidge's pocket suddenly feels heavy.

She doesn't mention it.

But maybe, just maybe if she had mentioned it, she would have been able to save herself from the embarrassment and pain to come.

The Ball.

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[thestarguardians2018-blog]

Welcome To Oblivion

So a while back i started work on this massive Multi Chaptered fic that @loose__bolt posted prompts of over on instagram. It’s not complete yet due to university being a massive distraction for me but i want to share it with you all anyway.

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Mom's Secret Ingredient (a Voltron fanfic, Hidge)

When Hunk gets homesick, he tries to recreate his mother’s banana cake, but it’s not at all turning out the way he planned. What is it that made his mom’s cooking so special? Is there anything Pidge can do to help?

Rated: G; fluff, friendship, and romance

Set approx. the same time as S8E7. Please beware potential spoilers! (The cover image used was specifically created for this work by nezmakesart.)

A/N, intro: This work has been cross-posted over a variety of websites under the author’s username. Please feel to leave feedback/criticism here or on a site of your choosing.

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Blegh.

Hunk couldn’t stop himself from spitting up the food into his napkin. Despite his best efforts, he didn’t understand what was going wrong. Banana cake, completely devoid of any alien ingredients, shouldn’t have been difficult to make. The three full baking pans sitting on his kitchen counter proved otherwise. If anyone took a taste from a pan at random, they would most likely comment on the tastiness of the dish. But it wasn’t good enough for Hunk.

He tried everything. Normally, he would cook by eyeballing his measurements, but it came out wrong. He then tried following the recipe to the T, modifying it by using alternate ingredients, and even checking the expiration dates on the packaging. The cakes just didn’t taste the way his mother used to make them.

It was the middle of the night, and all he wanted was to indulge himself in a comforting snack. He was in the middle of planning his fourth attempt  -- substituting papaya for banana -- when a woosh from the door interrupted his concentration.

“You couldn’t sleep either, huh?” Pidge stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a plastic cup from the cabinet.

“Kinda,” Hunk said. He untied his apron and tossed it onto the counter. “As soon as I got into bed, a little homesickness hit me. I thought that whipping out one of my family recipes would help me feel better. It’s not really working the way I planned, though.” Defeated, he sank into a nearby chair. “What about you? What kept you up?”

The smaller paladin began filling her cup with a bit of water. “I actually went to bed a few hours ago, but then I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.” She finished the drink in a few gulps. “I was thinking of getting some work done, but figured that my mind needed just as much rest as my body. I started wandering around and heard something happening in the cafeteria. Now, here we are.” Pidge pointed at the counter, and with Hunk’s nod of approval, hopped up to sit on it.

“Well, at least your brain gets to take a break,” Hunk said. “I’m overworking mine just trying to figure this stuff out.”

“Hmm… Not that I doubt your culinary skills, but maybe you could use another set of eyes?” Pidge picked up a whisk and scrutinized it as if it were an ancient tool unearthed from an archaeological dig. “Whenever something isn’t working out for me, I always ask Matt or Dad for help.” She took a look around at the used bowls and utensils.

As far as Hunk knew, he had nothing to lose. He shrugged his shoulders and playfully smirked. “Sure, why not? Couldn’t hurt to try!”

In a surprisingly quick agreement for sleep-deprived teenagers, they set to work.

Pidge’s first thought was to wonder why Hunk didn’t just inject banana bits into a loaf of bread. She then assumed that there was no difference between banana bread and banana cake. At this point, Hunk decided to give her simpler tasks like mixing and measuring. It wouldn’t be until later when Pidge would admit that her only successful cooking experience amounted to boiling a pot of water.

They read the recipe together, both taking their time and keeping a serious attitude. Every action one person made was announced out loud for the other to verify that it was correct. Pidge was disappointed that she couldn’t be of more help, but the repeating motions of her tasks put her in a meditative state. Hunk was as present as ever, allowing himself to be vulnerable by again following the preparation instructions exactly as they were written.

More than two hours later, the frosted cake was chilling on a shelf in the walk-in refrigerator. It would take at least another half an hour for the frosting to set.

Hunk wiped his brow with the back of his hand. “Thanks for helping me out! I really -- geez, you look exhausted.”

The excitement from baking had finally subsided, and Pidge’s fatigue punctuated its presence with a yawn.

“You can head to bed if you want,” Hunk assured, “I’ll let you know how it turns out.”

In response, she hastily shook her head. “No, I’ll wait with you!” she yelped. “I’m a little worn down, but I wanna know how it tastes myself, while it’s still fresh. Besides, we still have to clean up this mess,” she said motioning to the counters. And so they did.

Their area of the IGF Atlas, aside from the idle beeping and occasional personnel walking through the hallways, was relatively still. The peacefulness was a stark contrast from the constant activity that they normally encountered when everyone else was awake. It was refreshing, to say the least.

“You know,” Pidge started, “I used to help my mom bake stuff when I was little, but I had no idea that it could be so physically taxing. And I know you’ve been doing food stuff since forever.” She began scraping off excess batter from the sides of a large mixing bowl. “What made you want to learn how to cook when you were so little?”

Hunk occupied himself with dividing his failed attempts into single-serving pieces for the crew. “I don’t know, there were a lot of reasons,” he shrugged. “You already know how much I love my family. When I was little, I wanted to get involved with the grown ups, and it just so happened that the thing they did most often was cook.”

“It’s important to you, and you never gave up on it,” Pidge mused. “If you were so invested in cooking, why didn’t you focus on becoming a chef? What made you go to the Garrison?”

The boy chuckled at her. “I was like anyone else living in the modern world -- tech was a part of everyday life. Being the curious guy I was, I wanted to learn more,” Hunk stated matter-of-factly. “It was fun to show kids my age that I was smart, and then I kind of just got addicted to building up the knowledge.” He paused to think as he carefully put the pieces of cake into sealed containers.

“As fun and challenging as engineering is, sometimes it can feel too constricting. Like when you add two and two, it has to be four; there’s no other option,” he said as he put the containers away. “Cooking is my escape from that. I can treat recipes as guidelines instead of clear-cut rules. I’m allowed to tweak ingredients and do whatever I want. It’s a total game changer that lets me cater to specific tastes.” Hunk walked over and placed the now empty baking pans in the dishwasher. “I can make things the way people like.”

“The way people like, huh?” Pidge contemplated his words as she added cutlery to the load. “In that case,” she muttered, “what do you like about your cooking?”

Hunk’s face grew warm, and he wasn’t sure why. “Me? Well...” He moved to sit at the nearest cafeteria table and rubbed his arm. “If I had to pick one thing, I’d say that I like when my cooking can make people feel like they’re home, wherever they are. As long as people are happy when they eat my food, then I can be happy too.”

Pidge plopped next to him and straddled the metal bench. “Yeah?”

“Yup, that’s why I wanted to make this cake.” Hunk placed his arms on the table and rested his head on top of them. “It reminds me a lot of the happy times I spent with my family. Gosh, I miss them so much, you have no idea--”

He immediately bit his tongue. The apology fumbled to escape his mouth as quickly as possible. “I’m so sorry, I forgot! I have no right to complain, you’ve been through so much with your family, even before we met, and I--”

“Hey, hey!” Pidge smiled and waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it! That’s all over now, so it’s okay.” She used the nail of her thumb to trace the bench’s tiny nooks. “It was a horrible thing to experience, not knowing where Matt and Dad were, or what could have happened to them. I missed them so much, and my mom…” Possessed with sudden conviction, she looked up and said, “But if I knew that this was where we’d end up, I wouldn’t change that experience for anything.” She returned her attention to the bench after giving him a firm nod. “I’m happy that all that bad stuff brought me here, to this very moment.”

Hunk lifted his head to look back at her. She was smiling.

“And besides,” she reminded with a nudge, “I couldn’t have found my family without the help of my new family.”

The two beamed and bumped fists.

Hunk couldn’t help himself from chuckling. “Very true.”

“I mean, look at us,” Pidge motioned between them. “You and I can be really different at times, but at the core, we’re the same. I picked up an interest in tech for the same reason that you picked up cooking -- it made me feel connected to my family. My relationship with computers and machinery helped me get closer to my brother… It even helped me get closer to you…”

She wasn’t sure what made her do it, but Pidge closed her eyes, leaned forward, and rested her forehead on Hunk’s upper arm. “It’s been ages since we had a chance to talk like this. Outside of my family, you’ve always been the easiest person for me to talk to, even when we were Garrison newbies. I never really need to think about what to say or how I’m going to say it… It all might have just been a coincidence, but I’m glad engineering brought us together.”

“Me too,” he sighed serenely. “I always say that cooking brings people together, but technology was able to do that for the two of us.”

A few moments passed, with the pair simply enjoying each other’s company.

The older teen feared that his heart could be heard on the other side of the galaxy. He wondered if she could hear it too.

The other gently took off the glasses dangling from her ears and pocketed them. She could’ve fallen asleep that way, with how comfortable and safe it felt.

But neither of them were brave enough to move further or closer. They didn’t want it to end. This was a bubble of nirvana in the middle of a war.

Regrettably, they couldn’t stay that way forever. Pidge was the first to break the peace. “This… This was really nice.”

“Yeah…” Hunk nodded. “It felt good to make something with you, without any interruptions or disagreements.”

“Can’t help it,” she shrugged. “That’s just what happens when you work with someone who even considers single-modulation.”

“Oh shut up!”

The pair had to quiet their laughter in consideration of those who were asleep, which accounted for most of the crew. Unfortunately, the giggles had already grabbed hold of them. The more they tried to stifle the noise, the harder it got. Inside the cafeteria, their tittering crescendoed into outrageous howling. For no reason, cackles spurred on even more cackles, and their hilarity bounced off of everything in the cafeteria, fully enveloping them. Bits of their mirth managed to escape the closed doors, but thankfully, at the volume of whispers.

Their laughter was disrupted by an abrupt beeping. The timer signaled that the cake was ready to be served. An ominous mood was suddenly born from the soft, high-pitched cries. The procession to the refrigerator and back again was precarious -- aside from their footsteps, silence thickened the air.

Carefully cutting a square piece for herself, Pidge sampled their creation. Much to Hunk’s dismay, she gagged. “DSH ISH DUHDSHISH!”

“I knew it!” he cried out. The apron he had always pridefully adorned was taken off, crumpled up, and thrown to the floor. “I can’t do it! This is the one thing I miss most besides my family, and now it’s even worse than tasting different -- it tastes disgusting!”

Once Pidge’s aggressive coughing had been reduced to throat clearing, she grinned and cut out a slice five times the size of her original serving. “I guess that’s what I get for trying to talk and eat at the same time, but man oh man! I said, this is delicious!” She took a few gulps of water to wash out any offending crumbs that remained. “Your mom is a genius, and you’re incredible! I can’t believe we made this together!”

Hunk raised his brow at the latest creation, unsure of whether or not to grant it his trust. Seeing Pidge unashamedly eating nearly a third of the original cake allowed him to give it a chance. When he took his first bite, Hunk could hear the sizzle of sapasui and the cacophony of his family’s laughter. Where he held his fork, he felt the smooth taro leaves used for Uncle Filo’s pork lau lau. The euphoria embraced him the way his mother did when he first cooked a meal without her help.

It tasted like home.

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“Please tell me what it is.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The next day, Hunk’s face was practically pressed to the screen of his tablet; his supplementary gesticulations were frantic. “C’mon mom, you can’t hold out on me forever. I know you! You must’ve purposely left something out, like a specific method or a secret ingredient, in case our family recipes fell into the wrong hands.” With his fingers, he drew an X over his chest. “I promise -- I won’t write it down, and I won’t tell anyone, but I need to know!”

“First of all,” she said, “those recipes are for food that’s meant to be shared, Hunk. And I swear, I didn’t leave anything out! In fact, I added as much detail as possible so that you could make it exactly as I do.” She frowned, unsure of how to remedy the issue.

Hunk only groaned in response. “Moooom, I told you. Following the recipe, including exact measurements, was one of the first things that I did. And it didn’t come out right at all!”

Hunk’s mother closed her eyes in thought, then jabbed her finger accusingly. “You didn’t accidentally confuse milliliters and liters again, did you?”

“No mom, I didn’t. I haven’t messed up like that since I was a kid!” Hunk sighed. “Besides, I couldn’t have made any mistakes this time because Pidge was here to help me. She double-checked everything.” He threw up his hands in defeat and slumped in his chair. “Whatever, maybe it was just a fluke. No one in the universe makes banana cake like you can.”

His mother let out a short giggle at the compliment. “Maybe so. I really do wish I could help you out, honey. I honestly haven’t made banana cake since the last time I saw you.”

“Wait, what!? How is that possible? You love baking it all the time. Why would you stop?”

“I don’t know! I never noticed.” She nonchalantly scratched her chin with a finger. “Most of the time, I just saved it for you because it felt easier to put together when I knew you’d be there to enjoy it... Cooking isn’t the same when you’re just doing it for yourself, you know? It made me feel better, knowing that the one I loved the most was smiling because of my labor.” Nostalgia washed over her. “I remember ever since you were little, and I’d be exhausted after coming home from work, but when I knew how happy the cake made you, it gave me some kind of hidden strength. I guess you could say that it was like your smiles helped my cooking taste better.” She flashed her son a grin. “Gosh, that reminds me, remember that one time when you -- Hunk wait, where are you going!?”

But Hunk had already bolted to find Pidge. He wondered if she liked cannolis.

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A/N, outro: This fic was meant to be a 5-minute drabble inspired by a June 2019 prompt from /r/FanFiction. Instead, I got emotionally invested due to recent irl experiences. ;__;

I’d like to thank my little brother for keeping me company during most of my process; my boyfriend, for being the inspiration for almost all my stories; and you, the reader! Thank you for taking the time to read through this work -- I truly appreciate it. If there’s anything you think I can do to improve, please feel free to let me know!

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[mthevlamister]

Voltron ships

Ey send your ships and a description of what you'd want and I'll write a fic for your ship. Not including their lions... I draw the line somewhere You heathens!

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[drgnrder82]

Holy quiznak! There were no meltdowns!!!!! Color me surprised. So....here I sit working on my nerdy voltron fic. Might post a chapter tonight or tomorrow...depends on how inspiration takes hold or rejects me. #fanfic #fanfiction #nerdygirl #voltronfanfiction https://www.instagram.com/p/BmpB8JAHW1l/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2sf526a0prq5

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[maskymanic-blog]

Always wear your space helmets - Voltron Fanfiction

[There are hidden mentions throughout this story leading to smut but nothing very obvious or detailed, I read the new guidelines and posts about the NSFW thing and I hope this doesn’t go against it, I personally don’t think it would though.. anyways, enjoy I guess, if anyone even sees this..]

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Takashi finally spoke, breaking the oh so deafening silence, “so.. are you two going to explain what I saw today?” A harsh tone laced the man’s words, the conversation was one with a serious background, or so they thought. Hands, as pale as ghosts, slid through greasy, black hair as tanned lips edged into a terrified frown. “We didn’t do anything!” One blurted, the other keeping quiet.

It wouldn’t take long for one of them to break, The black paladin knew that. “Keith, Lance, we’re over this, I know what you did, Now, just please be honest.. did you use protection?” A small frown was painted carefully on the man’s face. Keith’s breath hitched as shivers went down the other boy’s spine. Takashi sighed, his eyes glaring daggers into the two. “Am I going to have to explain how protection works again?” He asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes”, “No”. Two entirely different answers, yet, the same thought process. Both boys earned an eye roll from the older one. “Right, we’re doing this then” Takashi cleared his throat, leaning forward a small bit. A steamy, pale skinned boy hissed “Shiro. No.” This stern look had been plastered onto his face in an instant. Lance somehow stayed silent through this, unsure of the consequences to come.

“Right then” The man started “When you two decide that you want to go on an ‘adventure’ together through space, you need your space helmets.” Takashi gestured the two boys as he spoke. The raven haired one’s eyebrows knitted together in anger, “Shiro I said No.” he grumbled unhappily. “But...I don’t understand..?” The ocean eyed boy finally spoke, putting a finger against his lips in utter confusion.

Takashi smiled at the brunette, “Well Lance, when you and Keith are on an ‘adventure’ in space, you must always make sure you have your space helmets on, through your travels you may discover types of diseases and unheard feelings without your space helmets” ever so slowly, a small grin replaced an angered frown on his face, “Shiro, we get it! Stop.” That low and familiar voice that tingled with annoyance had interrupted once more, but the older brother didn’t stop. “Now, me and a lot of other people care about you two, so to stay safe from transmitted diseases and unwanted feelings, please, wear your space helmets” the man took two, baby blue, square shaped packets out of his pocket.

“Oh my god, stop, just stop.” Keith mentally face palmed, a deep red colour illuminating on his fair cheeks, he took one of the packets his brother offered them, snatching it away with force. Unlike the anger the other held in his heart, the Cuban boy was smirking, he gently took the other packet, shoving it into his pocket, “I understand Shiro! Thank you for the talk, I really think it helped us” Lance grinned softly, feeling overall quite happy with how the conversation had gone so far. Keith on the other hand, had a clear death stare directed towards the tanned one.

In utter frustration, the hot headed boy just simply grabbed onto his partner’s hand, pulling him out of the room in an instant. Two bright red faces headed out of that very room, “Never again, okay?” Keith looked into the other’s shinning eyes. Lance gave a warm smile that reassured him greatly, his soft voice spoke..

“So he’s talking about Voltron right?”

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[radioactivebananak]

Broken Crown updated!  Oh my God, I wanted to post this for so long, I’m so glad I finally had the time to finish it. Well, it’s here. Enjoy!

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[icypantherwrites]

As Color Fades Away Ch. 53

Chapter Fifty-Three of As Color Fades Away is up!

I warn you. I made my sister ugly cry to the point she couldn’t actually see the screen to read. So... enjoy? :p ♥

Read it on: Fanfiction.net AO3

Be sure to leave a comment on the fic! ♥ Please and thank you!

Chapter snippet:

"It's nothing," Keith said quickly. "Don't worry about it."

"It is my job to worry," Coran tried once more with a blip of humor but Keith's face remained flat. "Has something happened between you and Number One?"

"What? No!" Keith protested. "It's… it's not that."

"Something is bothering you, Keith," Coran said, the name rolling interestingly off his tongue and he realized he was not certain if he had ever said it before. "Please, allow me to assist."

Keith cast his gaze back to Lance and Coran saw him take a deep inhale. He waited patiently.

"She said the same thing," Keith finally said. "Haggar. She said Shiro and I were alike."

Coran only tilted his head, knowing there was more coming.

"She said," Keith continued quietly, turning bright purple eyes to meet Coran's, "that me and Shiro made Lance feel… insignificant." He swallowed thickly. "Is that true, you think? Did I… I make Lance think that?"

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The Purity of Sin Chapter 15

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Lance pressed his body even more against the cliff, eyes squinted closed – because what difference did it make? – and reached up. Immediately his left hand wailed with the extra weight and he nearly slipped off right then. His right hand found the crevice Keith had instructed and he pulled himself up slightly, arms trembling as his feet one after the other scrapped out a new hold.

"Good, okay, left now. Just about… your whole arm length. It's straight up."

Lance though remained where he was, body heaving. He couldn't. He knew he had to but he couldn't. It felt like there was literal fire coursing through his chest instead of blood and trying to draw a solid breath only ignited it.

"Lance, please," Keith begged next to him.

For Keith. He released a shallow breath, all he could manage. This was to protect Keith. Left hand.

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Plance December Day 3: Homesickness “Building a Home With You”

Word Count: 1277 Author: PolarisHPD on Tumblr, HunterWizard on Ao3 and Wattpad Summary: Lance’s birthday is here, but the plague of homesickness keeps him from enjoying the celebration. Pidge steps in. 

It's strange, really, how the hurt from someone else can hurt you too.

Pidge is all too familiar. All of them have felt homesick, sure, even those of them without concrete families to return to or homes they're from. They're all homesick for Earth.

But Lance...Lance is a whole other story.

Now is a few years from when they'd left Earth, appeared somewhere in the cosmos. Pidge doesn't even know how old she is know. No one really knows. The only indicator might be her hair, grown out back to her original length, that's she's a little taller.

It's supposed to be July around now, if they were in Earth. Pidge tries her best to remember, and she fears for the day she'll forget.

She isn't pretending that she isn't seeing the pain on Lance's face the day his 'birthday' rolls around. He brushes off the lack of celebration (and attention at all, actually) saying that "the war we're fighting is more important, and for all we know my birthday's come and gone already."

It's been so many birthdays that everyone is forgetting. Or maybe stopped caring. Pidge isn't sure.

He looked like he was about to cry, and Pidge hated it. Hated it so much.

No matter how many years passed by, the homesickness, the pain of homesickness never left them. Perhaps it even worsens.

Pidge knocks on Lance's door, shuffling her feet back and forth, hands nervously shifting in her pant pockets.

Lance opens the door, face weary and definitely droopy. He sighs, looking as if he either woke up from a nap or just had a good cry, or maybe a good combination of both. Most interestingly, however, Lance isn't wearing anything but sweatpants.

Well shit.

Pidge's eyes go wide, flitting to the side as fast as she could. She crosses her arms over her chest, rocking on the balls of her feet even more.

Shit, Pidge, now is not the time...

"What's up, Pidge?"

Pidge prays he doesn't notice how red she is.

"Just thought that I could keep you company. It is your kind of birthday, after all," Pidge reasons. Surprisingly to her, Lance brightens, immediately looking a little happier, tilting to the side to welcome Pidge in.

Pidge has to do her best to squeeze and not let herself brush against Lance. God forbid that.

"So, what do you want to do, friend?" she awkwardly starts, brushing her hands together to show enthusiasm. Lance flops down on his bed, mockingly thinking. Then, he smirks, eyes glinting.

"Anything?"

"You can do anything. To-to me," Pidge chokes out, hoping that she won't regret what's to come.

Lance whips out something from behind his back, and Pidge knows she's done for.

~~~

"Mmm..."

"Ow!" Pidge bucks her hips, surprised.

"Relax..."

"What's this one for?" Pidge inquisitively pokes at one of Lance's many tubs of creams and concoctions.

Pidge has some green mask thing on her face, slimy but sweet-smelling, her nails  been painted a glittering green, some honey-like substance coating her hair. Lance doesn't look like he needs any of it, but Pidge supposes that's the result of these millions of creams.

"It's a wax. Want it?" he offers.

By 'do anything', Pidge hadn't exactly been expecting this. She also hadn't expected for Lance to offer her green fuzzy lion slippers and a green robe that cuts down the middle, a little too short. Whatever. Pidge put it on for sake of comfort.

"I'm fine with my leg hair, thanks," Pidge answers.

She wants to ask Lance about how he feels. Not like she doesn't hurt everyday. Yes, she has Matt back. Great. But mom, dad?

She wants her home back, and seeing Lance like that only made it worse.

"How are you?" she dares to utter.

Lance has never been particularly amazing at hiding emotions. His face drops a little, suddenly stopping at his quest of painting her nails (a nice green, by the way). Then he looks up at her curiously, with wide eyes that look a little wetter than before.

"Why do you ask?"

"I came to help you, Lance, so I'm here. Can't-can't believe I'm saying that I don't mind being your guinea pig. But I'm here to help you," she sits up, taking his hands gently, looking up at him. "I've watched you suffer. Be sad. Homesick."

"Pidge, we're all homesick. It just happens that it's my kinda-birthday. I-I miss how Mama would bake the best cake, how my brothers and sisters would run up to me and scream the birthday song in the worst singing possible, how my father would take us to the beach and we would laugh and sing-" Lance suddenly chokes up. "But believe me. I'm homesick. I'm sure you're too, even with your brother. But this-this is slowly becoming our new home, don't you think?"

Lance returns her grip, smiling a little as he talks, melting Pidge's heart bit by bit.

"What do you mean?"

"Hunk bakes the cake, Keith, Allura, the bunch, they're all like my brothers and sisters. Especially Keith," he adds as an afterthought. "He can't sing for shit. Shiro's like my dad, and the pool is the beach. It's like we're slowly creating a home here, you know? We might never go back. So we turn this into our new place."

Pidge definitely notices how he singles her out. She's not mentioned in his description of a home. Is she not part of it?

Slowly, she pokes at him, gesturing at him to look up at her, curious and prying eyes turned on. Suddenly, the silence and the fact that they were alone felt so great, like a pressure weighing down.

She's cared for Lance...for a long time.

"Where do I fit in?"

He pauses.

"I didn't have this at home. Well, I always dreamed of it," he corrects, looking up and not at her, a light pink tinge and nostalgic smile appearing on his face, "I dreamed of someone to love-in that way, you know-but I never really had that."

"You tried to find that in so many people," Pidge laughs. "Do I need to list it out? You were looking for that little piece to complete a home, weren't you?"

Lance scoffs, shaking his head, the two of them laughing lightly, remembering his first year. Nyma, Allura, Plaxum, the list goes on. Eyes for the curves and pretty face.

Lance looks up at Pidge. She's not curvy, she doesn't have the overlarge lips and long-ass eyelashes. But she's beautiful. It's something he's realised. She's not that beauty that his younger self obsessed over. She's something different. He counts the freckles on her face when he has nothing to do, looks at the amber of her large, expressive eyes and prays she's not seeing through him, how her height made her the perfect person to cuddle, how her brain made her the perfect person to talk to.

"You'd fill that role well, don't you think?"

Lance holds a breath. Pidge blinks, surprised.

"Are you asking me out by way of a metaphor?" she laughs, smiling to show joking nature.

"Um...kind of?"

Pidge laughs.

"You're adorable," she laughs. "Honestly, I never had the romance that I was 'supposed' to in middle school, so this is one hundred percent different to me." Pidge leans closer, leaning her head on Lance's shoulder. He wraps an arm around her, both of them somehow forgetting the plethora of spa treatments decorating their bodies.

It's comfortable. Familiar. Cuddling and comforting. Maybe they don't have to cry anymore, don't feel quite so homesick. Maybe because...

"I think this is only a home because you're with me."

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The Purity of Sin Chapter 14

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Those blue eyes were full of trust, of hope and resilience and looking into them Keith felt a spark. It didn’t wipe away the creeping darkness, but it smothered it, letting him draw a full breath.

“The odds aren’t in our favor,” Keith choked out, as the ember tried to find a hold. “I can’t fight them all.”

Lance squeezed their joined hands then, an encouragement that Keith knew had to hurt but Lance did so anyway. As though to say he was here, no matter what. Keith felt that spark burn brighter, the protective instinct that had flared when he’d realize Lance had survived being burned to death. The fear loosened its hold.

He’d made a promise, hadn’t he? He’d promised Lance that they would be okay. That they would get out of here. And on top of that he’d sworn to protect Lance, who had already been robbed of sight and speech but was still somehow seeing more than Keith was.

He really was a terrible leader.

But he had an excellent right-hand.

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The Purity of Sin Chapter 17

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He focused on what he could make out, trying hard to ignore the blackness pressing in from all the other sides. Keith's heartbeat. The hand carding through his hair. The rough texture of the under armor pressing against his cheek. He curled his legs up, wincing at the ache as he forced his knees to bend and they bumped painfully against Keith's leg, but then rested cold feet against Keith's opposite inner leg, soaking up the heat. He felt Keith start behind him but he regained himself quickly, the hand in his hair never ceasing its movement.

This wasn't so bad. It was like sneaking into his siblings' beds in the wee hours of the night and silently tumbling and giggling so as not to wake their parents while they fought for pillows and blankets in the darkened room. The ache to his throat was where Rosie had kicked him in a mad scramble; the cold because Geoffery had stolen the good quilt for himself. The burning in his hands was from little Sara clutching at them and the hitch in his chest was because Carlos and Maria had scared him witless jumping up from behind the headboard.

Any second now Papá was going to walk in and he'd join them in their nighttime romping until Mamá awoke and turned on the lights, turning pillow monsters and blanket forts into just strewn about bedding. She'd tuck them all back into their own beds then, smoothe hair back from foreheads and sing if the pillow monsters were a little too real in that moment.

But no lights turned back on and no childish shrieks of glee at being caught sounded. Just deafening silence and darkness. He tried to blink back the newest round of tears as the happy memory faded to be replaced with cold reality.

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A Month of Truth: Narrated by Lance and Pidge  (Chapter 3)

Chapter 1 

VOICEOVER #5:

LOOK, THOSE DAYS MADE ME WANT TO FREAKING-

Take a chill pill, Pidgeon

Okay, fine. The narrative in this one is going to be more interesting simply for the narrative effect.

Smart. Never thought you a storyteller, though

Aren't I?

Always.

DAY 13:

The sounds roar in her ears, the loud screeches and screams of battle emanating throughout the echoey planet of Galaxor. Today was one of a series of battles that Lotor had suddenly decided to start. Rather unlike him.

She hears soldiers fall, Galaxorians fall, and flashes of light blink from some distant place, shining from in front of the mountain Pidge was hidden behind.

War.

A war that Prince Lotor seemed intent on winning.

Why this planet? Why did he want this planet so much? Lotor had even gone far enough to mobilise ground troops; he almost never does that. Lotor doesn't normally capture planets, for that matter. That's more of a Zarkon thing, frankly.

Angered at yet another sound of anguish, Pidge nearly slams her hands on the controls of her lion. Nearly. But she doesn't.

Allura ordered her not to blow cover that Voltron is here, and she is trying her freaking best to hide herself in her lion, but...

"Pidgeeeee, I'm bored," Lance whines, from the other end of her intercom.

"Go suck your own dick or something, I'm not here for entertainment," she groans, tapping her forehead in thought. She gets up, wanders around, and it does nothing.

"I would if I could, but even Loverboy Lance isn't that flexible," he responds. Pidge chokes on her drink.

"Too much information!"

"Not like I can control it," he defends, and Pidge is wondering how he doesn't seem the least bit abashed of that fact. "Besides, isn't that the whole reason we're stuck in here? Because we can't hide it?"

"Uh, duh." So lame, she thinks. Her response, that is. Even with a truth spell, her answers are as bland as ever. "But I still don't need to hear about you sucking your own dick."

"Fine, then do you wan-?"

"Oh, shut up," she cuts off quite dismissively, cleverly making sure that he doesn't finish that question.

...who knows what she would have answered with? She doesn't really even know what the truth is anymore. It's fucking confusing.

"Hey, Pidge?"

"Lance, I swear to god-"

"No, Pidge, I think I see Allura."

Pidge scrambles to her window, peering down.

Sure enough, there was a little Allura, frantically waving her hands and pointing.

Is that a battalion of Galra soldiers?

"SHIT!"

DAY 12: A FLASHBACK (WHY A FLASHBACK? ASK PIDGE)

"Sources show that Lotor's army is approaching Galaxor," Allura begins, pointing at Pidge's Galra tracker (colour-coded obviously, because what are they? Animals?). More sources from Galaxorian lookouts say that he's planning to take the capital today. And kill royalty to do so. Not Lotor's style, I'll say, but we'll have to deal with it."

Allura's face visibily falls, then she frowns, looking almost angry. Pidge understands why; if anyone even dares to lay a finger on dear Eejin, she will kick their head off. Literally.

If Lotor takes Galaxor, what will he do? The only thing the team figured out is the strategic position of the planet in the solar system. Might strengthen the Galra's empire considerably due to its location, less for the power of the planet itself.

"Well, I'll protect the princess with everything! Both of them, that is," Lance exclaims, as if he has the power of anime and god on his side, smirking at Allura.

"As if you like the princess," Pidge blurts out. Shit. What's happening? She didn't mean to say that! The spell is supposed to only compel her to answer truthfully!

Crap.

...it's not worsening, is it?

"Yeah, I actually don't, not in that way. But I still want to protect her, yanno?"

Wait. Lance doesn't...?

That's surprising...

Shiro coughs, sounding a little annoyed, but he doesn't say so. Hunk, from the side, snickers a little bit.

"Allura, is the Blade helping out?"

"Certainly. Kolivan is mobilizing a force and we've strategized the plan for the foot soldiers, because this mission is purely land based," Allura confirms with a smile and nod. Hunk looks happy. Lance looks happy. Keith looks down at the ground.

"We'll use the lions to fly down, land somewhere hidden, cloak the lions and then proceed as two smaller, stealthier teams. The Blade and other willing members of the coalition will be handling areas that they can."

Pidge wonders if such a simplistic plan really will work.

Maybe Allura hides more behind the scenes than Pidge guesses.

~~~

"You see anything?" Hunk pants out, speeding in a curved spline to avoid bullets coming in from random places, shields activated. Pidge, having no problem because of her small stature and pure speed, does indeed see something. Their target.

Infiltrate the main centre that Lotor has taken over and retrieve the royal family. Easy peasy. That's the job that their trio has to do.

"This way!"

Shiro grabs Hunk, pulling him along. Hunk shields Shiro.

Pidge just speeds like a bullet ahead.

She almost longs to work with Lance again, because they work amazingly together, but Pidge does understand the groupings. It would be plain stupid to group two truth-spelled Paladins together.

Quickly, the trio dart behind a wall for cover, spotting a row of Galra lined up and blocking the entrance, armed and ready to shoot.

Pidge knows what to do, miraculously.

She leaps forward the same second Hunk grabs her hand and pulls her back.

"What the hell, Pidge? You don't just jump out there!" Hunk scolds, more harshly than usual. It kinda stabs at Pidge.

Why did she do that?

She knew what to do, but she wasn't going to do it. Why did she do it?

Shiro looks concerned.

"We'll go in a little while. Pidge, remember that we're a team, and we're better as a team," he kindly reminds. Pidge stutters.

"I-I know that, I don't-"

She pauses.

"What?" Shiro asks. They don't have time to do this, Pidge knows. It's a bit hard to forget, considering the abundance of noise and screams.

"No-nothing. On your command, Shiro," Pidge quickly rescinds, holding up her Bayard and grinning.

"One...two...three!"

~~~

"HOLY SHIT, LANCE!" Keith howls, hopping on one foot. "WHAT THE FU-"

"Keith Kogane!" Allura snaps loudly.

"Sorry, Allura. But Lance just jumped on my foot! I'm a tough guy-"

"No you're not, you just act like that-"

"I didn't know you could lie right now, Lance!"

"Just-just stop bickering, okay?" Allura huffs out, arms folded and eyes furious. "We're stuck on our path because you two can't get along!"

Keith sighs, shaking his head.

"Allura's right. We're supposed to be better than this. Especially me." He readies his Bayard. Lance frowns, kicking at some stones at his feet.

"What's it?" Keith asks, sounding considerably more concerned than he had earlier.

"I didn't mean to step on your foot. I literally didn't. As in I think it was-"

"Lance, shh!"

Lance is suddenly knocked aside to some greenery, Keith and Allura diving to the side likewise.

Lotor and his Generals, running down the very same path they'd been on.

"Damn, his hair still looks so good," Lance states, "but we do need to follow them. I think he's going to the center."

"Fuc-"

"Keith..."

"Fine, fucking quiznak, let's go!"

"Was that a double cuss in two languages?"

"Let's go!"

~~~

"Lance! Lance!"

Where is she?! So much noise...so much yelling.

Lance isn't supposed to be in the midst of it. He's supposed to be at the sides, quietly sniping off people from the sidelines.

"Pidge!" he screams. A Galra swings at him, catching him in the side, and making him fall, but Lance doesn't care. He fights, gets back up, slamming the butt of his bayard into the Galra's face. "Pidge!"

The mission wasn't supposed to go like this.

The mission wasn't supposed to go like this! He wasn't supposed to even see Pidge until back at the Castle, she was supposed to save the family, he was supposed to stop Lotor and his Generals. Distract them and take them down.

What happened?!

He sees Pidge slashing fiercely with her bayard, surrounded by a hoard of Galra soldiers.

Is that...blood?!

Oh wait, it's not Pidge's. Nevermind

Lance still kicks, screams, punches, so unlike him. He doesn't know what he's doing at this point, just fighting to get to Pidge. She lunges at him, grabbing his hand, as he pulls her away and to the side.

"I didn't need your help, but thanks," she thanks, rolling her eyes.

"You were literally calling my name!"

"I was looking for you."

Casually, Pidge electrocutes an incoming soldier without even looking at him. Straight after that, she proceeds to grapple and kung-fu style swing take down a whole group of soldiers.

Lance's jaw drops.

Holy shit.

"Lance!"

He whirls around, the blade of a solider coming painfully close to his face. He ducks, rolling off to the side and catching his enemy with his knee, slamming his gun into his knee for good measure.

"Thanks, Pidge!"

He lunges towards her, locking their fingers and pulling her away from the Galra. Yes, Pidge is badass, but there's only so much she can take.

Pidge squeezes his hand, and suddenly Lance feels something cold trickle in his body. She pulls him, neatly weaving through the throngs of confused soldiers and out through a back entrance.

They hide in the royal greenhouse, nestling themselves amongst large, flowering bushes.

The rest of the Paladins are nowhere in sight.

Pidge breathes heavily, squeezing his hand again and the cold feeling stops.

Lance crouches with his hands on his knees.

"Pidge-"

Flustered, Pidge snatches her hand out of Lance's, waving them around in frantic hand gestures.

"Before you say anything, I only squeezed your hand to activate-"

"-my particle barrier?"

"-yes-wait, no!" Pidge stutters, shooting Lance a glare, cheeks suddenly pink. Probably the exertion, Lance thinks. "It was to activate a new cloaking system I invented. Works for a little while, long enough to conveniently escape."

Upon saying this, something slams into Pidge's feet, knocking them clean under her and landing her on her back.

"Ow!"

Lance lunges forward, throwing an arm out for Pidge, but he is suddenly pulled back by some invisible force, gripping at his torso. He whips around, knocking his elbow into the perpetrator's face, Pidge bounding back up and whipping out her bayard.

"Zethrid?!" Lance yelps. Pidge swings her hook out, catching Zethrid and making her drop Lance. Sudddenly, three more shadowed figures move in the distant forest, approaching at breakneck speed into the light. Pidge moves away from the bushes, for fear that there is still someone there. Zethrid kicks at Lance's knees, driving him down, but he returns the favour with a well aimed punch.

Pidge feels herself being punched in the gut, barely registering the pain from the pure speed and surprise of the movement, flying across the terrain and slamming painfully into the bejeweled wall. Pots fall and break, the whole greenhouse shaking at the impact.

And ah, shit, now the pain is back. ACK-

"Ow, what the hell? Are you an acupuncturist now?!" Pidge complains to a grinning Lotor, Ezor, Acxa and Zethrid, Narti slithering out of the side bushes staring at her and (a beaten up) Lance, forced against the wall. So that's who decided to make her fall flat on her ass.

"I don't know what that is, but okay," Lotor answers, voice tinged with amusement. Acxa is unreadable, Narti too, Ezor just smiling all the goddamn time, and Zethrid looking way too sadistically happy about their pain. Lotor just looks goddamn gorgeous, honestly, but Lance and Pidge don't want to think about that.

Lance shoots Pidge a look. Don't talk. Don't open the mouth. Hold in as much as possible.

Is it possible that Lance had been experiencing the same issues as her? Where statements and opinions just fly out, not just brutally honest answers?

What a time for this development, Pidge thinks bitterly; right before they get captured by five of the deadliest people in the universe, one of which being their very spellcaster.

"Why did you spell us?!" Pidge blurts out. Lance glares at her, something he almost never does, stabbing tiny needles into Pidge. Her face falls, apologetic. Ezor giggles a bit.

"Well, Lotor said he had his reasons, but I can tell that you two definitely need a bit of pushing to get where you want to be!" she laughs out, almost in a friendly manner, if not for the fact that her gang was the one basically keeping them hostage.

"You want us dead, not together," Lance spits out. At first, Lotor cocks an eyebrow, as if surprised by the answer. Then, Lotor tuts, tongue clicking slowly. It sets the two in a trance, almost.

"And that's where you're wrong, Lance. I don't want you dead. You're replaceable, so it doesn't matter if you're dead to me. Doesn't help me much." Pidge nearly wants to lunge at Lotor for saying that, because god, if anyone were irreplaceable it would be Lance. Pidge wants to scream that out too, but she's A) too curious for what Lotor is about to say, and B) Ezor is ready with the shipping goggles. "What is Voltron's plan in future, Lance?"

Crap. Pidge has figured out a way to manipulate the spell a bit. If she focuses a bit on a part of truth, she can filter it out.

She only prays that Lance, who already nearly had a nonexistent verbal filter before this, has figured out something similar.

He frowns, immediately alerting her. She's found that the more you resist, the more blatant the truth that ensues becomes. She figures that it's the nature of the spell.

Damn Alteans.

"We plan to capture-"

Is that the crack of a whip? The bang of a gun? Swish of a sword?

"-the row of planets-"

A whip snatches out, strategically whacking Lance in the face and knocking him out. The whip flips back, aimed at Lotor, who evades it with no problem.

"Ah, Princess Allura! What an inopportune moment," Lotor greets, smiling that devilish smile of his. Allura smirks on return, not backing down.

"You say inopportune, I say perfectly opportune for me, " she slurs back. Keeping him transfixed on her, she deals a neat slash to his body, which nearly catches him in the side.

"So close!" he taunts. Allura growls, and their dance begins all over again.

Meanwhile, Shiro, Keith and Hunk roll out, immediately marking the Generals for themselves.

Lance helps Pidge up, the two of them probably more injured than the rest. Wherever they were at the time, they were looking a whole lot better than them. Shiro and Zethrid look like they're having a bicep competition, amusingly enough, as they wrangle and tussle.

Hunk takes Ezor, Keith battling Acxa. And what a fight it is.

Suddenly, Allura manages to finally land a blow, getting very frustrated but also very hasty, and Lotor easily knocks her back off her feet in one fell swoop.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, they hear the marching, screaming, shouts, sounds of metal hitting metal.

The Voltron Coalition, not too far from where they are, fiercely battle the soldiers.

Lance bitterly wonders where the hell they were while he and Pidge were fighting.

Lance blanks out for a moment.

Something in his head isn't letting him function.

Too much...

And then he sees Pidge hit over the head, crumpling to the ground.

"PIDGE-!"

~~~

It's the longest five hours of his life.

He spends half of them sitting in front of her in the healing pod, waiting, watching.

Her face looks more serene in sleep than wake, he notes. Pidge always seems so stressed out, rightfully, like he currently is. It's a lot of pressure, being under a truth spell.

At some point, he's not sure when, he kneels in front of the glass and prays. Prays.

He knows that the healing pod works wonders, but...there's always a nagging little feeling...

He didn't want to look at her face when he pulled her away, slinging her on his back and sprinting back to his lion before any of the team could stop him. He didn't care about the mission in that moment.

So dangerous.

When she does wake up, bright eyes flying open, he's gone.

No one, not even Coran, tell Pidge about Lance's behaviour. It doesn't even cross her mind, after all, that Lance would even pause in front of her pod for a moment, much less a few hours.

Allura calls a meeting in the recreation room.

"Welcome back, Pidgeon!" Lance grins, throwing his arms open wide as if anticipating a hug. She walks in, rubbing her half-open eyes tiredly. Pidge lazily walks into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist and letting her face fall somewhere at his shoulder. He can't help but cuddle

Lance has to do his best not to steam and scream right there. Pidge never accepts his hugs! What the fuck is going on?!

Allura snickers, Shiro raises an eyebrow curiously, Hunk giggles, Keith coughs.

Pidge lets go, walking just as sleepily to her spot on the sofa. Maybe she is so tired until she doesn't know what she's doing?

"Pidge, are you feeling alright? Pidge?" Allura taps her, gently giving her a shake.

She nods slowly.

Keith uses his ever so expressive eyebrows to urge Lance on; go keep Pidge alive already! He huffs, heading over and placing Pidge's head on his shoulder, keeping her upright.

"Pidge, Lance," Shiro starts, coughing and looking apprehensive.

Inside, Lance isn't even paying attention. He's thinking about how damn cute Pidge is acting, especially when drowsy. Cute!

And suddenly, she accidentally lets her head fall on Lance, letting out a sleepy yawn.

Shit, Lance has to cover his face to hide how smiley and red he currently is.

"Lance?"

"Uh-um yes!"

Shiro drops the bomb.

"Allura, Keith and I have decided that you and Pidge will not be going on ground missions until you're cured."

Lance nearly drops Pidge, who immediately wakes up and glares angrily.

"What?!"

"Look, it's not safe, and we think that you guys are acting under the impulse of the spell. It's even worse if you, say, get captured," Keith reasons out, a rarity coming from him. "And Pidge is injured. That too."

"I am fine!"

"You were literally hanging on Lance just now!" Keith argues. "It's not safe!"

"That was all me doing that!" Pidge exclaims in retaliation, "I can't lie, hotshot, I am fine!"

Pidge pauses her rant.

A chuckle.

A snicker.

Hunk smirks.

Keith side-eyes.

Lance reddens.

"W-well," a now stammering Pidge begins, "the point is that I'm fine! Not that Lance is comfortable!"

Allura is the first to start laughing very, very loudly, everyone else except Lance and Pidge joining in.

"Great, you and Lance can cuddle in the Castle while we finish up the mission!" Hunk suggests. Pidge immediately scowls, curling up into a ball and hiding her face. Instinctively, Lance flops back on her, earning an annoyed grunt out of Pidge.

"At least let us stay in the Lions. As backup. We can't communicate information from there," Lance points out, "and Pidge is all well."

"We will see."

Lance and Pidge only hope that it's a yes.

~~~

DAY 13: CONTINUED

VOICEOVER #6:

And thus, here comes the grand story of how me and Pidge, under the influence of alien space drugs, managed to complete the ground mission while in spaceships-

The Lions are pretty flexible, though.

Shh, Pidge, I'm telling it in the dramatic way you wanted. What happened to the storyteller?

I was being sarcastic, in case you couldn't notice, which I think you haven't.

Love you too.

"DUDE!"

Lance quickly freezes a whole group of Galra, jumping and trampling a bunch of them. Pidge does the same, aggressively aiming and demolishing the targets.

They only pray they don't kill or damage the Galaxorians.

In that moment, Pidge wonders if it's really worth it. All this fighting. Aggression.

Lance and Pidge switch on the group intercoms, hearing aggressive screams and grunts from the other four.

Pidge sees the path clearly; what they need to do. Their task, today, was to clear Galaxor of Galra influence; Lotor and the Generals had taken the castle and had quickly spread their influence throughout the capital city, rooting Galra soldiers throughout the towns. Everywhere.

Pidge needs to draw the soldiers away. Give them the opportunity.

"Lance!"

"Yes, mi'lady?"

"Oh Jesus, don't call me that-" Pidge cuts herself off, shaking her head frustratedly. "-anyway, Lance, you need to draw the army to the right. I'll get the left. Once we separate the armies, the main bunch can infiltrate the castle and draw out Lotor," she rambles. Looking out, she already sees the Blue Lion flying off, Lance dutifully obeying.

Pidge knows that the rest can hear to, so she hopes that they agree with the plan. Well, either way, she's going to do it. The truth spell is kind of forcing her to, anyway.

"Always so smart," he remarks, as he casually fires down a bunch of the soldiers.

"I would say flattery would get you nowhere, but I'm not allowed to tell lies, " Pidge grits her teeth, the words slipping out between them. She can hear Lance chuckling from the other end of the intercom.

"Nice to know I've got an effect on you like you do on me," Lance remarks, sounding a little distracted. And that gets Pidge distracted, at least once she comprehends what he means. God, the spell...

"Dear god, Lance, can you not?" Pidge hushes. She can almost see him rolling his eyes at her from the other end.

"Well, sorry if my flirting is distracting you!" he protests. Pidge nearly halts the Green Lion, eyebrows furrowing and eyes narrowing suspiciously. Is that a glimmer of hope in the horizon?

Wait no, that's just the Galaxorian equivalent to a sunrise. Not her metaphor, unfortunately.

-insert Pidge.exe has crashed-

"Flirting?" she dares to question, almost violating her own rules. Don't make him uncomfortable. Don't do unto him what would piss herself the hell off.

"Well, Lancey Lance thinks you're great, despite what you may think, and he also thinks you're pretty damn oblivious-"

"Guys!" Keith's voice blares from the intercom, and both Lance and Pidge freeze up in realisation that the WHOLE TEAM WAS ON THE INTERCOM, INCLUDING CORAN. "We hacked the castle! They're out! We have to go now, pick us up at these coordinates, and stop flirting for god's sake, it's fucking disgusting!" he screams, quiet murmurs of 'yeah', 'distracted', 'totally in love' and 'please why' ambiguously filling up the background noise.

Pidge and Lance hit the accelerator, flying up and speeding the lions over to the castle, the coordinates Keith had sent.

"Well, someone's jealous that they aren't smooth enough to flirt," Lance tuts. Pidge bursts out laughing.

"Look who's talking!"

~~~

Turns out Lance isn't so smooth after all.

~~~

DAY 16

"I'm just going to go to the library now. Work on the spell," Pidge reasons to a believing Keith. He shrugs.

"Yeah, okay," he agrees. "The faster you get rid of the damn spell, the faster we can get Voltron back on its feet.

Pidge finds that funny. She and Lance are the arms, after all.

"Bye, then."

Hands tucked in pockets, feet gently brushing the floor as she walks, Pidge heads her way to the massive Altean library, the massive Altean library that she can't seem to find this one piece of information that she needs.

Seriously?!

With a strong push, Pidge forces the grand door open, heading into the still-unfamiliar library. Almost unconsciously, she nagivates to that same spot where the first part of the cryptic spell had been found. The little square, hidden among beautiful and amazingly tall bookshelves.

And she finds Lance McClain, frozen to the spot, staring at a piece of parchment.

"Lance?"

He turns to her, holding up the paper.

"Pidge, have you seen this?"

Curiously, she steps forward and peers at the paper, relaxing her head on Lance's shoulder.

Though this spell brings out truth,

There's one thing it can hide,

A deepest darkest secret,

Hiding inside the mind

The spell lasts for a month of moon,

Unless someone decides,

To reveal their deepest secret,

To the world from the inside

"Shit."

Pidge pulls out her phone, showing a surprised Lance images of the first part of the poem.

"You saw this and you didn't tell me about it?" Lance questions, sounding a bit affronted. Pidge scoffs, playfully making a face and continuing on.

"Wait, we need to search the whole place first. See if we can find another loose paper. I've never been able to find information about the spell in books," she says, eyes already scanning the place, "but the thing is, both pieces of the spell have just appeared here. Without warning."

Pidge sits on the ground, staring at that one spot of carpet as if she could magically will another paper to appear.

"Why don't we go back to your room and check the paper?" Lance suggests.

Not a bad idea.

"According to the pattern, another one isn't gonna appear anywhere else but here," Lance states, "so we should analyse what we have."

"When did you get so analytical?" Pidge blurts out. Shit. But hey, it only makes Lance laugh.

"Looks like I've been spending too much time with you!"

"Is that supposed to be an insult or compliment?!"

Lance pauses.

"I think it's both? Anyway, come on Pidge, I'll piggyback you to your room," Lance offers kindly, Pidge leaping on his back without hesitation. She'd be stupid to give up the chance to grow five feet taller (totally not an internal excuse that she'd like Lance carrying her...)

As he carries her out, running, Pidhe can't help but nestle her face next to his, around his neck, which kind of makes him halt for a moment before he pushes the door open and heads out.

"You tease..." he mutters, but Pidge doesn't catch on.

Maybe she does kind of like hanging around him. Maybe she does kind of get jealous when he flirts with other girls. Maybe...she wishes she were one of them. But then she remembers that she likes herself a whole lot better, and Lance isn't worth losing everything good about her.

"You're so light!" Lance exclaims, turning his head and suddenly coming way to close to her, Pidge's lips nearly brushing his nose. He stops, surprised and blinking rapidly, before resuming his usual cheer and running again.

Pidge tries to swear that she didn't imagine a tinge of pink on his cheeks. And that she's not thinking about how his hands now grip her bare thighs her shorts ridden up. She's totally focusing on the mystery of Altean spell books.

He drops her off, smacking his hands together and seeming pleased with himself.

"That must be a new record!"

"Can't be, only counts as a record of you've tested me as a subject before," Pidge corrects, against her will. Lance tuts, waggling his finger in her face, correcting her with an air of pride.

"I have tested you before, I think at least five times? I can't really remember. How exactly do you think you fall asleep in the library and magically wake up in your room?"

Pidge blanches.

"Wait, what?"

"You always fall asleep in the library because you've been working so hard, " he answers, "so I end up carrying you back here and pray I don't trip over your junk."

Does she really fall asleep there so much? She doesn't remember anything other than the library before she sleeps. How did it take her so long to notice?

Jesus, and why does she turn so red when he says that? Is he seeing her right now?!

"Anyway, lets go in, I really need to check that spell paper."

How exactly is she supposed to just act normal after that??? How does he act so casual after that great, life-changing revelation?

Right, truth spell.

Pidge acts as normal as she can.

She acts normal when he lies down beside her and laughs so brightly.

She acts normal when he compliments her for being smart and brilliant and all that.

She acts normal when he says she's great.

She acts normal when he gets a little too close while they lie on her bed, worn out from their stupid games.

Pidge acts normal.

~~~

Night comes quickly.

Or at least, the closest to night they can get out in freaking space.

And Lance is definitely surprised.

See, for possibly the first time, Pidge fell asleep before he did, splayed on the bed. Fell asleep with her face in the first spell paper. Kind of a funny sight, her glasses pushed up, mouth drooping open, hair messed up. But at the same time...Lance can't help but find it kind of cute.

Damn, there goes his heart.

They ended up spending most of their night together playing with Pidge's gadgets or talking rather than actually trying to fix the spell paper. And the spell.

It's strange. Shouldn't they be a bit more motivated to save themselves?

Upon further inspection, Pidge had noticed more strange markings on the back of the second spell paper Lance had found. And chastised Lance for not noticing it sooner. And didn't he compliment her after that, without thinking? Without thinking about what she might think?

He'd even made an attempt to get closer to her. Well, his rational mind wouldn't have allowed him...something forced him to do it. Can't really tame it either. Why the hell it had decided to come in the form of sudden hugs, lying beside her, leaning on her, letting her do the same, Lance has no idea. Not that he minds it.

It's suddenly so quiet, without Pidge talking next to him. Suddenly sort of lonely. Lance sits up, pulling the blanket over Pidge, gently tugging her glasses off and folding them, placing them on her nightstand. The spell paper goes back on the table, joining the first.

Is it creepy to stare at her? She looks calm, unusual for her in these strange times where she's hyper stressed. Or worried. Or annoyed. Or an imbalanced mix of the three. Lance doesn't want to admit that he likes looking at her, but he does. A lot. It's not the radiant beauty that Allura just projects, it's something he likes more. She's home to him.

He pushes back her hair, wondering what she would look like with long hair. Would she still look like herself?

"Damnit, Pidge, stop making me like this..." he mutters.

"Mhmm?"

Lance nearly jumps back from a mumbling Pidge.

"Oh. Sleeptalking again."

Too much shit in her brain. It never stops. She's non-stop.

"Like...Lan..."

"What?"

"Like Lance," she says, this time much more clearly. And that startled Lance, because it was obviously the truth spell! Pidge is never that nice to him in real life.

What if she meant it differently?

What if she means it like he does?

What is she...?

"Like Lance how?"

Lance holds his breath.

"...I...don't...know."

~~~

Pidge doesn't remember anything save for blurry memories of a night-lit Lance looking at her with eyes more tender then she'd ever seen.

Did she confess?

She doesn't know.

~~~

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Drabble Word Requests Please ♥

Working on Color right now and hitting a bit of a drag (explanations of complicated backstory stuff always get on me) so thought I’d do a few random word prompts. Rather than a word generator figured if anyone is on I could churn out a few.  Just shoot an ask with a word and feel free to put a VLD character that you’d like to be a part of it.  Help a girl out? Gracias! 

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You are focusing only upon one word in your role of Voltron. 'Leader.' The word you should be focused on is 'team.' Voltron is a team effort, Shiro. The head, although in the top position, cannot exist without the arms and legs. It is the same with its Paladins. Yes, they need a leader to guide them, but the Paladins are a team.

Coran, As Color Fades Away, Ch. 39

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