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No Need for a Pity Party

No Need for a Pity Party Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Kidge Summary: Originally intended as the Keidge Week Day 3 Prompt Fill: Adore. It was an excuse to use some original characters from one of my own stories and show how their powers could be implemented to cause mayhem - or relief - for the Paladins. I had planned for this to be, like, twice it’s current length but then I lost steam. Might pick this back up and do a part two eventually. *shrugs* Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.

The planet of Firnes reminded her so much of Earth it was a little surreal. Everything about the planet was just like back on Earth; the gravitational pull, the concentration of oxygen in the air, even the Firnesians themselves were almost identical to humans in body structure and anatomy. “That is because both our galaxies – your Milky Way and our Turla Drey – are both classified as being Terranian galaxies,” Queen Simona, ruler of the planet, explained as she led them from the conference room to their designated assigned spots. Tonight was to be the celebration of the young Princess Maia’s birth and her official grand entrance into society, attending her first kingdom-wide gala. There was concern on Queen Simona’s part, though, that Prince Lotor may show up in an attempt to plan some kind of trick to force the people of Firnes under his control. An entrance into society meant that Princess Maia would also be considered eligible for courtship and marriage by someone of a close or equal social standing.

For Queen Simona, the thought of her only heir being trapped into a political marriage to avoid the enslavement of their people was unthinkable; hence why she called Voltron in to help.

“Green Paladin,” She had said, pausing briefly in front of a large set of double doors, “I should like for you and the Blue Paladin to keep my dear Maia company while she relaxes.”

Pidge scowled a bit but Allura flashed a tight smile of her own. “If I may be so bold to ask, Queen Simona,” She began to say as the older woman shoved the doors open.

“I selected the two of you because the gardens would be suited best to your positions,” She said calmly, stepping aside a bit to leave the two women to gawk. Calling the space before them a garden seemed like a serious understatement; it was more like a little oasis. There was a large waterfall a few feet away from them, with a small stream that ran through the lush fields covered in grass and various blooming flowers. Queen Simona looked at them with an almost smug smile on her demure face. “You are the Paladin of the Forest and the Paladin of Water respectfully, are you not?”

“You’re sneaky, you know that?” Pidge asked, trying to keep how impressed she was by the Queen’s tactics to herself. She and Allura had encountered it often enough on different planets – some of which were also a matriarchy like this one – where they were given the easiest tasks because they were female.

The older woman chuckled lightly. “I was a soldier once a long time ago, you know,” She mused lightly.

“Playing to our strengths, I see?” Shiro chimed in curiously.

Queen Simona nodded. “I know a thing or two about being tactical, Black Paladin. Now, are there any others amongst your reinforcements that might bode well with guarding the gardens?”

“The Blade tend to be better with stealth and covert operations, actually, so I’m not totally sure if any of them would be good helping out with that,” He chimed. Pidge flinched then scowled slightly, causing Allura to hide an amused smile behind one of her hands. “Well, actually, there is a Blade member that might work well with Allura and Pidge. His name is Ke-!”

“Oh, gee, we should really get to work on guarding the princess, don’t you think?” Pidge cut in, flashing Shiro a pointed look before looking back at Queen Simona. “Where will we find her in there?”

The older woman blinked a bit in surprise before the look of ambivalence returned. “Maia spends much of her time in the gardens working on her studies. She is most likely resting against the tree on the other side of the stream. There’s a small bridge just a little farther down that you can use to get across,” She suggested gently.

Allura and Pidge bowed respectfully before scampering off into the lush area. A small smirk turned up on the smaller woman’s lips. “You were totally about to call the Queen out on being sexist, weren’t you?” She teased.

A flush came to the Altean heiress’ cheeks and she turned her head away. “W-Well, considering what just occurred on Yultarel, can you blame me for being a bit worried?” She huffed lightly.

“I’m just teasing, you know,” Pidge mused lightly before perking up as the crossed the bridge and spotted the young princess, settled in a small heap of gown and leaves at the base of the tree, a small furry creature settled in her lap. “Huh, she and the Queen don’t look a lot like each other.” She commented.

Where Queen Simona was tall, olive-skinned with dark hair kept in a tight bun, Princess Maia was extremely pale with even darker hair that she let hang loose, a few leaves and flower petals tangled in the strands. “Perhaps Princess Maia simply takes after her other parent in regards to appearance?” Allura suggested.

The other woman suddenly perked up, having heard their approach, and smiled brightly. “Ah, you must be the Paladins of Voltron! Greetings!” She called happily, raising one hand to wave at them. Pidge noticed strange, gleaming golden symbols covering the other woman’s arms, littering across her hand and tracing all the way down to her elbow.

Allura smiled and waved back as the approached. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess,” She mused lightly, settling to sit in a cross-legged position across from her. Pidge settled down in the same position but so that she was between them both, the trio making a triangle with their locations.

Princess Maia giggled and waved one hand lightly. “Oh, please, no need for formalities with me! I would like you to simply call me Maia; we are to be allies, are we not? And allies are, in a strange way, friends that rally together against a cause! Or, rather, that is what Mother has always told me,” She mused lightly.

“That’s certainly an excellent way to look at the situation,” Allura agreed. She then turned her attention down to the fluffy grey form curled in the other princess’ lap. “And who, may I ask, is this cute little fellow?” She asked.

The other’s bright green eyes lit up like a sky full of fireworks. “This is Squire, my pet Heelaw. They domesticated rodents,” She explained happily, lightly rubbing behind one of the creatures large ears. “You may pet him if you would like.”

Pidge tilted her head curiously as she reached out, letting her fingers just skim over the top of the creature’s pelt. It was velvety soft under her touch and she chuckled a bit. “Reminds me of a chinchilla,” She mused lightly.

Maia perked up and smiled widely. “You have creatures similar to him on your home planet, as well?” She asked.

“Yeah, we do,”

The young woman cast a hopeful glance at Allura next, only to be answered with a shy smile. “I’m afraid the closest we had on Altea were mice… Though, if you would like, I suppose I could bring the four we mice we have on the ship,” She offered.

“I would absolutely love that! I’ve been so excited to meet the delegates of other planets and learn of their culture!” Maia gushed. She then looked between the two Paladins. “Will any other factions of the Voltron Coalition be attending tonight? I’ve heard so much about the others that have allied themselves and would love to meet some of them,” Maia asked excitedly.

“Well, there will be a small variety of Commanders and fighters from the rebellion. Most of the rebels hail from various different worlds and galaxies, and I’m sure they’ve all got plenty of interesting stories to share,” She mused lightly. Pidge shifted to look up at the tree, watching as the leaves shifted and created small slivers along the ground. It reminded her a bit of the old oak in the backyard back home, that had once housed a tire swing for she and Matt. “Oh, and there will also be a few members of the Blade of Marmora attending, to assure we have as much security as possible.”

“Ugh, but do they really need to be here? I mean, between the rebels and us, it just seems a little excessive,” Pidge grumbled, more to herself than the others, but she heard a curious hum come from Maia and an amused one from Allura.

“Is that really why you’re against them being here? Or is it more because you just don’t want to see You-Know-Who?”

“Allura, don’t start with me,” Pidge huffed, shifting to send a small glare at the other woman.

The other shrugged. “Look, I’m just saying that it’s okay to be honest. I’m not sure hwy you don’t want to see him but I’m sure you have your reasons,”

“Who?” Maia piped in.

“His name is Keith,” Allura said before Pidge could say anything, “and he and Pidge are masters at dancing around each other.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Allura,” Pidge huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Maia blinked then offered a mischievous grin. “Care to prove the validity of that statement?” She inquired, offering one of her hands to Pidge.

She quirked an eyebrow at the other woman, tilting her head slightly at the golden symbols seeming to wink at her. “What do you mean by that, exactly?”

“The rulers and governmental figures of our race are selected specifically due to having the power to read and translate the emotions of others,” She explained, indicating the golden marks. She turned her hand over and tapped a symbol that reminded Pidge of an eye in the center of her palm. “Within the first three years of an individual’s life, this symbol will manifest in the palm of their dominant hand and their powers will activate from that point forward. I’m still learning how to harness it fully, but I should still be able to get a decent reading on what exactly it is you feel for this Keith person; plus, it’ll be a good way to test my abilities. I mean, unless you have something to hide.” She explained, her tone becoming more playful at the last statement.

Pidge growled before setting her hand on top of Maia’s. “I’ve got nothing to hide. Read away,” She huffed.

Maia giggled before shifting to adjust Pidge’s grip a bit, so that Pidge’s palm was pressed flat against her own, with Pidge’s fingers dangling over the side of Maia’s hand between her thumb and index finger. She closed her eyes and released a slow breath, the marks all along her arm beginning to shimmer and shine. A warmth creeping into Pidge’s being, starting in her arm and spreading quickly. “Okay, let’s see here… The surface level information is that you are enraged by him, but I believe that we all know that anger is most oft just a cover for something deeper. Underneath that, I get a sense of… Adoration and admiration. You see a relation between the two of you in regards to your personalities that makes him easier for you to connect to, but that he is more skilled in an area you feel you lack in. You find this to be an admirable aspect of him, and adore the ease with which you two are able to engage one another,” She mused, her eyebrow lifting a bit but her eyes remaining closed. Pidge had to fight the instinct to tear her hand away, already becoming uneasy with the information being laid out in the open.

“Hmm… Under that, I get the feelings of something a bit more sensual and intimate? I’m afraid this isn’t a feeling that I am familiar with, so I can only venture a guess,” Maia mused lightly, her brows knitting slightly. Allura let out a quiet but amused gasp while Pidge felt her cheeks heat up, casting a warning glare at the other. Allura’s response was to only continue grinning as if she were Lance. “But… Most prominently… I sense apprehension. You feel… Distrustful of him, like relying on him would be a mistake. You… You are in love with him, but you are hesitant to say so to him or any others? You don’t trust that your feelings would be appreciated or wanted.”

With that, Pidge yanked her hand away and pushed herself to stand upright. Allura’s teasing grin was gone, now, and replaced with a worried frown. “Oh, Pidge,” She said quietly, her tone nearly dripping in pity.

“Oh, save it, Allura!” She snapped, glaring more vehemently at the other now.

She looked stunned, blue eyes wide. “Pidge, I wasn’t going to say an-!”

“Yes, you were! You were going to tell me how I shouldn’t feel that way, or how sorry you are that I do! I don’t need your pity, or your advice, or anything like that! So what if I have feelings for him? There’s no point in acting on them!” She growled out, her hands clenched at her side. She shouldn’t have let herself get goaded into this by the sake of her pride. She didn’t need this empath making her feelings known to Allura; she didn’t need or want the pity that would undoubtedly crop up with the revelation, from both her actual feelings and the additional assumptions that would be made.

She knew not to tell Keith how she felt. It would ruin their friendship, as well as be pointless. Keith was clearly more invested in his training and missions with the Blade. Her feelings would just be a burden to him, a wedge between them, and then a bullet to be delivered right into her own foot. Even if he felt the same way, she knew that he would never be able to truly give himself to her; no matter what, he’d always put his responsibilities to the Blade ahead of any responsibilities to her and a romantic relationship.

She wasn’t going to set herself up for that heartache and disappointment. She was smarter than that.

She turned towards the bridge that led back inside. “I’m going to talk with Queen Simona about being stationed somewhere else, or doing a perimeter check or something,” She grumbled before storming off.

Allura held her hand out, as if she intended to stop the other, then sighed and let her hand drop. She hadn’t meant to upset her. She then turned to look at Maia, who was watching the other walk away with a thoughtful expression. “I am incredibly sorry, Maia. I’m afraid Pidge has always been someone whom enjoys her privacy,” She said gently.

“I would like very much to help her,” Maia said, blinking slowly and lifting her head to meet Allura’s eye. She offered a small smile. “Mother says that it is our job as those with the ability to read emotion to help resolve such conflicts. Should Keith be in attendance tonight, would you be so kind as to get me an audience with him? If I can get a read of his emotions, and should they be similar to that of what Pidge feels, then we could convince them to discuss their situation and how to proceed!” She insisted happily.

Allura glanced down at Maia and then back up at where Pidge had disappeared. “This could either end very well, or very poorly... Count me in, I suppose. I’ll see what I can do once the Blade gets here,” She said with a forced smile, an uneasy feeling settling in her gut despite the excitement of the other heiress. The idea of meddling in the affairs of the other Paladins’ felt rude, but she was also Pidge’s friend; and, as her friend, she didn’t like the idea of Pidge refusing herself a chance to be happy due to a bunch of ‘what-if’s,

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The Princess and The Paladin (Lance x reader)

Dedicated to my friend Rose (@Roseboxdraws ) who graciously excepted my offer of a fic trade <3

Set before season 5

I also posted this on quotev

In times of war, there must be moments in which we all band together, to do something good. 

This is what Allura said, when asked why the paladins of voltron were going to except an invitation to a coronation of a planets new queen. It was a sign of the peace to come after the war- a celebration of hope, so to speak. 

The paladins stood around the designated coronation area, watching as the princess walked along an isle of flower petals, kneeling at the end of it for a crown to be placed on her head. Lance watched as she walked, elegance and precision tripping from every step, every movement. 

Princess (Y/N) (l/n), was beautiful. 

With her (h/l) (h/c) hair and stunning (e/c) eyes, she was certainly a sight to behold. She was all done up for the event, colorful clothe wrapped around her waist, to form a gorgeous yet alien dress made to look like the waves. Of course, the waves on this planet were a bright magenta, meaning the dress was a range of gradience from magenta to pink to red. 

All the same, it was amazing. 

It was amazing, until something exploded. 

The ground shook, and all eyes turned to see a building not far behind them going up in flames. Everyone jumped into panic, yelling and running taking hold of the crowd. 

"Hunk, Pidge, you're on crowd control, get any and all bystanders to safety. Allura, come with me to the building that exploded. Lance, take care of the princess." Shiro's voice ordered from their helmets. 

"Got it." Lance said, more to himself as he made his way through the crowd. 

He made it quickly to the princess, who was looking around vigilantly, her put-together stature not once faltering. 

"Don't worry princess," Lance said, skidding to a stop next to her, and readying his bayard. "I'm here to protect you." 

She opened her mouth to respond, before galra soldiers started to fill the crowd from an unknown source. Once jumped at Lance- and before he could shoot, a heeled leg shot up and kicked the soldier, sending him crashing into a table. Lance looked to the princess, eyes wide with shock. 

She paid him no mind, unhooking the skirt of her dress to reveal magenta colored pant legs and heeled boots, twin swords hooked on the edges of her belt. She unhooked the swords, and readied them in her hands. 

"I'm fine thanks." She smirked. "And you may call me (Y/N), paladin of voltron." 

He was so shell-shocked by the little reveal, he almost didn't notice as a galra fighter lunged towards him. He reacted quickly, shooting and reeling backwards. (Y/N) covered his blind spots, and he did the same for her. They were like perfect puzzle pieces, back-to-back in a heated battle, but fairing just fine. 

"Ah- if I can call you (Y/N)-" He ducked, giving her space to jump-kick the person in front of him. He turned to face her. "-Then you can call me Lance. Beautiful name by the way~" 

She laughed, before lunging at the space behind him, and knocking back a galra who'd gotten a little too close. 

"Lance? Handsome name for a handsome Paladin." She winked, causing his face to go red.

"Watch it!" He yelled suddenly, shooting a soldier to her left, which she was grateful for. 

They went on fighting until Hunk and Pidge got back from sectioning off the bystanders- they were surprised to see the princess fighting aside Lance, but managed to brush it off rather quickly.

Once the fight was over, the princess re-dawned her dress skirt and turned to the paladins, bowing. 

"Thank you for protecting us." She said. "Especially you." 

She shot a wink at Lance, who turned red and smile goofily. In the background of the little exchange, Pidge smiled and rolled her eyes. 

"It was no problem princess." Shiro said, ignoring the obvious flirting. "We were happy to help." 

"And you seemed to have it pretty taken care of." Lance added. "If anything, we were your backup." 

"You're too kind." She said, waving him off. 

"I'm serious!" 

"Do you too need a room or...?" Hunk said, smirking teasingly at them. 

Lance sent him an embarrassed glare, to which he snickered. 

"Enough about that." Allura said, though she couldn't deny the smile on her face. "I'd like to see my friend be crowned queen of her people." 

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After the battle, the coronation went on uninterrupted. Princess (Y/N) was crowned queen (Y/N) (l/n), the first leader crowned in a time of war, and hopefully the last. At the end of the day, she'd ordered all of her guards to make sure the coronations guests were okay after all that'd happened. While she was unguarded, she brought Lance with her to take a stroll through the castle. 

"You were really amazing back there." He said, smiling. 

She smiled back at him. "Thank you. You as well."

She lead him to a balcony in the middle of a long stretch of hallway, where the twin suns were setting on the painted horizon. The air was warm and pristine, and the city below was just so. The planet was notorious for keeping it's original architecture and famous buildings through whatever came their way, thanks to a meticulous line of strong rulers through the (l/n) bloodline. Even through Zarkons rule, they managed to keep their traditions alive. 

The queen and her paladin looked out onto the vastness of the open kingdom, admiring the way the setting sunlight glinted off the golden rooftops of the homes below. Lance stole a glance at (Y/N), his eyes trailing over the way the sun lit up her gorgeous face, and now, glinted off the crown set neatly on her head.

"Hey... you wanna um..." He cleared his throat, almost loosing his train of thought as her eyes met his. 

"Yes?" 

"You wanna... do something sometime? Like- Like a date or something?" 

Was his face red? It felt red. 

"Lance!" 

The two stepped back into the hallway from the balcony, to see Hunk at the end of it. 

"Your date with the queen is over, we got a distress call and we gotta head out." He said, heading out to let them say a quick goodbye. 

Lance turned to (Y/N), red-face. She only giggled, leaning up to peck the side of his face quickly. 

"I'd like that." She said. 

"I-I Uh-" 

"Lance come on!" Hunks voice came from around the corner. 

The princess nodded at him to leave, so he gave her a stunning smile and ran off, promising to himself that he'd come back to the planet, if just to have a date with it's gorgeous queen.