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Pick Me Up, Sweetheart

Title: Pick Me Up, Sweetheart Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Keidge Summary: Request for Pidge and Keith swapping lame pick-up lines while making fun of Lance late into the night. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more. AN: Wanted to post this sooner but due to personal stuff I got a little held up. I’ll be trying to do better about posting here more regularly; for now, enjoy some requests I was able to fill.

They were surprised no one had caught on to them yet, what with how often the situation occurred.

Keith and Pidge tended to gravitate towards being nocturnal to a degree none of the other Paladins could hold a candle to. For Pidge, it was that she’d gotten quite adept at running on five hours of sleep or less so that she could get as much work done as possible. When she’d been on Earth it had been from trying to uncover the secrets of the Garrison and hack their networks, while now it was more in regards to repairing the Lions or helping to develop new technology that could be implemented in combat against the Galra. For Keith, it was much more that he had to stay busy until he was so tired he would crash immediately, else he’d be plagued with nightmares reminding him of all his losses and failures. Long ago he would train and further hone his skills or settle in with a long book, but after he and Pidge bumped into one another in the kitchen one night, he had started joining her in the hanger.

And admittedly, he was grateful for it. Of all the other people on the ship, Pidge was surprisingly the easiest to talk to; next to Shiro, for the most part. She started teaching him some small, basic repairs he could do to Red during an emergency situation to assure they’d be able to at least stay safe long enough to send a distress flare or protect themselves against any immediate threats. In exchange, he helped walk Pidge through some defensive moves that could help her better incapacitate an assailant that had a lot of bulk and height on her. Spending a good chunk of his childhood dealing with much bigger bullies had given him experience that could be a lethal edge to more than just himself, he figured. Most of the time, though, they just ended up swapping stories and making jokes.

Usually their jokes were at the expense of other people. And - like so many times in the past - this time it happened to be Lance.

“I can’t believe you missed it! It was one of the worst instances of secondhand embarrassment I’ve ever gotten from his terrible attempts at flirting!” Pidge cackled, shifting her seat sideways to face Keith better.

He grinned and leaned one elbow against her desk, then rested his chin in that hand and raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh really? He’s really sunken that low?”

“You don’t understand, Keith. It was, like, leagues worse than his usual sad attempts. I don’t know where he even came up with this one!” She insisted.

“Well don’t keep me in suspense; what was this oh-so-terrifically awful pick-up line this time?”

She grinned wider, brown eyes flashing alive excitedly. She sat upright in her seat and shook out her hands, letting out a small breath and shaking her head. He had learned from the past that, when recounting stories, Pidge often liked to get into character. She leaned a bit closer to him with what was probably supposed to be a flirtatious smirk but came off more as her typical smug one. “Oh, baby, is there a magnet in here? Because I am attracted to you,” Pidge said, even tossing in a wink at the end.

One snort escaped Keith before he was doubled over, holding his stomach as he laughed outright. Pidge started out with small giggles but soon dissolved into heartier laughter as well. Lance had honestly said that? Especially considering that the planet they’d just been on involved insect-esque beings that actually used some kind of magnetic system to make their homes and technology, and suddenly there was just an extra level of ridiculous tacked on. “Wow… He planned that one out real well, didn’t he?” He said as he settled back in.

Pidge hummed in agreement, slumping against the back of her chair with a satisfied grin. “I do have to say this one probably takes the cake,” She agreed.

Keith smirked and leaned against her desk again, a thought coming to him. “Oh, I somehow doubt that. This is Lance we’re talking about; his flirting game can hit much further down than that,” He said.

Pidge quirked an eyebrow, intrigued by his comment. “Oh really? How so?”

Keith cleared his throat before reaching up with one hand and sweeping his bangs back and out of his face. He then curled the other around his chin and flashed her a look that was a dead-ringing for the one Lance wore while trying to charm others. “Are you from space? Because that booty is out. Of. This. World,” He said, even adding the same ridiculous airy tone to his voice that Lance did.

Pidge laughed so hard she nearly toppled backwards in her seat, saved by Keith catching one of the arm rests and one of the legs before she could go completely overboard with it. He started cracking up as well, flopping back in his own seat much like Pidge once she was upright again. She wiped at her eyes to rid herself of some stray tears and gently waved one hand. “Oh, wait! Wait! I’ve got one that I could totally see him using!” She said excitedly. She pointed at him with a finger gun and winked. “Am I the piece that finishes your puzzle?”

Keith let out a sharp bark of laughter of his own before managing to get out, “Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.”

“Is your Daddy a drug dealer? Cause, baby, you’re dope!”

“Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world?”

“I used to be able to recite the entire alphabet but now I can’t get past U and I!”

“My love for you is like dividing by zero; it’s undefined!”

“Were you a Boy Scout? Cause you’ve tied my heart in a knot!”

“I’m no photographer, but I can picture us together!”

“Stop, drop, and roll, sweetheart; you’re on fire!”

They continued on like that for a while, trying their best to maintain their composure but losing it completely. Pidge ended up splayed out across her work table and Keith actually toppled out of his own chair, which only resulted in them both laughing even harder. She sat up and let out a long, drawn-out sigh of satisfaction. “Oh man, that was fun, but now I hunger. I’ll be right back with some snacks and drinks; make sure not to pass out on me while I’m gone,” She said with a grin. Once, in the past, Keith had fallen asleep when she’d stepped away for a bit, which had been a mistake. She took a marker to his face and doodled all over him; after all, being close didn’t mean he was free from her pranks and tricks.

“How am I supposed to hold on? I’ve already fallen for you,” Keith said while leaning one elbow against the table and looking at her.

Pidge sat up straight and snickered slightly at him. “Oh, you are smooth, Sir. Maybe Lance should take lessons from you,” She teased, elbowing him playfully before she stood from her seat.

“Yeah, maybe,” Keith answered but there was none of the previous mirth to his tone. She watched him for another moment – wounded that, for the first time in several months, he’d thrown his walls back up – before she huffed a bit and headed for the door. He didn’t say anything else to her as left, but she didn’t expect him to. Once before she’d accidentally touched on the subject of the mother he didn’t know and he’d snapped shut like a clam protecting a pearl.

Once she got into the hallway and the doors slid shut behind her, she let herself slump back against the wall. She scuffed the toe of one sneaker against the tiled flooring of the castle. “Why am I so bad at this?” She mumbled, kicking herself for apparently setting him off. Then again, she shouldn’t be surprised; he probably didn’t want his jokes being compared to Lance’s authentic attempts at flirting.

In the hanger, Keith groaned and slumped against Pidge’s desk, fingers musing through his hair to try and calm him back down. “Why did I think that was going to work? Of course it just came off like me using a stupid line!” He snapped quietly to himself.