#piano pidge

[vee-is-a-clown]

Pidge only knows Baby Shark. It's really easy to play without any experience with the instrument you're playing it on. This is why you never let Pidge into a room with an instrument in it. Once, they found an Altean piano esc instrument and found a way to broadcast Baby Shark into every room of the castle with it.

[lotorsshoulderpads]

Updated Pidge HCs :)

14 1/2 at debut

4"6

Bitter that Chip is taller than him, but even more bitter that their younger sister is taller than him

All three of them were adopted

Unlike Chip, little sister isn't biologically related to Pidge

Little sister is named Katherine, or Kat for short

Mama's boy

Child prodigy with a high IQ

Knows many languages to varying degrees, and it's something he works very hard on

He has finally accepted he simply cannot learn EVER language in his lifetime, so has designed incredibly advanced translation devices.

His favorite color is actually blue

Can play piano, but did not learn willingly. He hates the piano

Space mice have stolen his glasses more than once

LOVES apples

GREAT gymnastics skills, partly stemming from his biology as someone from Balto

People of Balto are on average shorter than Arusians or Earthlings, but he's still short by Balto's standards

Hunk and Lance are the only ones allowed to call him "little buddy"

Showers right before bed, resulting in That Hair

Tosses and turns a lot in his sleep

Crazy dreams but rarely remembers them

Has like 4 pairs of glasses bc he keeps breaking them. He rotates them out as her fixes them

Will end up with braces in his later teens

Has a gap in his front two teeth

LOVES sports, especially soccer

Adoptive family is pretty wealthy, and spoiled him rotten

Hates peanuts. Only eats peanut butter when it's with chocolate

Lance likes to steal his headband

Very sensitive to bright lights

Always chewing on things. never borrow a pencil from him

Can bake well, struggles with cooking

Very picky with his sweets. He hates when stuff sticks to his teeth

His room is a warzone

Keith gets on him about cleaning his room bc it's slowly becoming an actual hazard

When Keith pesters him, he calls him mom. It's catching on with the others.

Eyes are reflective, like a cat's

Sees very well in the dark

May birthday

Opposite of Hunk in the sense that on the rare occasion he eats beef, he wants that steak cooked to a crisp

Will never admit it, but he sees Lance as a big brother

Hunk is like the cool uncle tho

His favorite holiday is Halloween

The king of fidget toys

Chronic knuckle cracker

[haryuusart]

Okay but we just hit 5k hits and 170 kudos on If I Lose Myself.... Like WHAAAATTTT that's crazy thank you to everyone who checked it out and I'm so sorry I haven't posted an update in two months 😭😭 i promise I'll do it.... Soon......

For anyone wanting to check it out, here is If I Lose Myself ✨ and here's a summary:

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At this point, Keith can’t take it anymore and starts cackling like crazy, his voice slightly raspy. Lance declares it the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. He’s never seen Keith laugh so hard, and it always feels so good knowing he’s the cause, in a good or bad way.

“Can you ever shut up?” Keith manages to utter between snickers.

“I can, I just don’t want to! What are you going to-”

Keith huffs and grabs his face, squeezing his cheeks to stop him from talking.

“Lance, close your fucking mouth and kiss me!”

Keith is a pianist haunted by dark thoughts and an even darker past. He attends Altea's Music Academy, but has never performed in public before; that is until his brother Shiro, who's a piano teacher, decides to promote the school with concerts at the Paladin's, the trendiest pub in town. His colleagues and friends, Pidge and Hunk, are excited: he can finally meet their best friend, Lance!

Their first encounter is… not good.

No one expects Keith and Lance to fall in love at first sight. Not even them.

(They also dance Single Ladies together. You're welcome!)

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[thefinestkilljoy]

Guys I've always wanted to do this band au where Lance is a lead singer and pidge is bass (cause they would rock that shit) Allura is drums Hunk is guitar and Shiro is back up guitar and Keith meets them cause Shiro but he plays the piano and Lance has a song he wants piano for so he recruits him and shit.

I have a document that way more complicated but I can't talk about it all rn cause I have rehersal.

I imagine them doing stuff like stutter by Marianas Trench tho

[kay---arts]

Writing Ideas

Hey! So, as always, feel free to chat me w/ story ideas, but here are some things that have been in my list for a while. Let me know if you’d like for me to write any of them! Remember that I will do other fandoms, but voltron is my hyperfixation rn so it’ll mostly be that lol. Please do not use any of these.

- Going into more detail about Garrison days! Like Keith and Lance’s views of eachother back then and how it evolved into the future.

- Lance teaches Keith how to swim because Keith is a Desert Boi™️

- Keith in the bom during the Voltron Show lmao and when he sees Lance on the rope routine like...

- Lance joins keith after the war!

- Lance leaves instead of Keith joining the bom

- Klance playing twister but like comedy (idk whether to do nsfw or not so you guys have to choose)

- Picture this: Keith plays classical piano. Hunk hears about a classical concert nearby and drags Lance with him and Shay to wingman (even though theyre engaged). They have good seats so Lance can see Keith’s hands, and the second Keith starts playing, Lance falls in love. He has to talk to this guy! Don’t want to spoil anymore this would be so fun to write

- Kuron blinded Keith’s right eye with the blade along with the scar - broganes bonding

- THIS IS MY LAST RESORT legit j Lance learning abt tea from Shiro abt Keith’s emo phase that would be so funny lmao

- Pidge needs sleep

- Voltron but like a Eurocentric murder mystery

- 5 times Catra didn’t say she loved adora, and 1 time she did

- Season 5 of ML but I do it MY WAY and I KILL LADRIEN

[one-thousand-and-one-fandoms]

Voltron Ghost Whisperer AU - Part 8

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Lance ran until his lungs and legs burned and then some. He lost track of the streets around him as he aimed for the only place where he could calm down. He kept picturing him, the day of the fire, and exactly as the lady described. Lance knew for a fact that they didn't have any pictures taken that day. What she described simply wasn't possible.

He reached the park he always went to when he needed to be alone to think or to sulk, and he found the tree he always climbed and he made good work of climbing to one of the higher branches. Only then, when he could see the sky extending for miles and miles and the houses seemed small and far away did his breathing began to calm down. As it did, his eyes watered and he choked on a sob.

"Lance?!" Hunk called him from below. Lance could see him trying to climb the tree, but failing. Any other time it would have been funny to watch, but now it was mortifying that they saw him freak out and that he inadvertly showed them his secret place.

"Lance, can you come down, please?" Hunk asked, and Lance knew he was worried. But Lance couldn't come down. Not really. Not when the ground felt so suffocating.

"Where is he, Hunk?" Pidge asked as she finally caught up to them. Hunk merely pointed a finger upwards and Pidge looked up. She raised an eyebrow before she tossed her bag next to his and began to climb, as well.

"Guys, c'mon, that's not fair!" Hunk complained and made one more attempt to climb the tree. Meanwhile, like a monkey, Pidge climbed with easy and soon reached the branch next to his.

"Didn't know you could climb," she mentioned offhandedly.

"You didn't ask," he countered softly.

"It looks like you have practice. Imagine the pranks we could-"

"No!" He exclaimed, and Pidge startled, so he backtracked because he didn't want her to fall off the branch, "I'm sorry, but no. That was... that was our thing, y'know? It's just our thing."

"Y'know Hunk and I have never pried about what happened before you came here, but we've gotten clues here and there," Pidge said cautiously, "we know you had a best friend you don't talk about anymore, and we know that the fire in the next town over was in your school."

"It's not like I didn't want to tell you guys. It's just... I don't talk about it... I can't."

"We know, and that's why we never asked."

Lance was quiet for a long time. It wasn't fair that he got two great friends who have been supporting him all these years, and protecting him, and he wasn't honest with them. It also wasn't fair to him that Lance kept his memory hidden from the world and there was no one else who could remember the little boy with fire in his eyes and an attitude problem. So he forced the words to come out of his mouth even if it felt like they were scratching his throat on the way.

"I miss him everyday," Lance he said, voice raspy and low, his chest constricting in pain, "I always wonder if he would have liked you, if he would be part of our group, if he would have played for the football team or maybe gone to piano lessons."

"Is he..." Pidge began but hesitated.

"He's dead... and it was my fault."

"Lance, you can't blame yourself for the fire," Pidge countered immediately, "everyone knows it was caused by improperly storing chemicals in the lab."

Lance shook his head. He had accepted his guilt a long time ago and didn't need Pidge to sugarcoat things for him.

"I didn't start the fire, but I convinced him to skip class with me. If we hadn't, then we would have been evacuated with the rest of our class, but we weren't there and he..." Lance's sob this time escaped in full force with more than a few tears.

"Oh, Lance," Pidge said and put a hand on his knee, "it wasn't your fault. You were just kids and you couldn't have known."

"Pidge's right," Hunk said, panting, hugging a branch just a few feet underneath them for dear life but his face looked determined, "you couldn't have known. I'm sure he wouldn't want you to blame yourself."

Wouldn't he? All these years, and Lance thought he must, for sure, hate Lance for what happened. Lance still thought he should. But now, if what the lady said was correct, he had a way to find out.

The thought made his gut clench unfomfortably and caused his heart to race. What would Lance do if K-he hated him? What would Lancd do if he didn't? Lance didn't think he deserved forgiveness, but regardless of what he thought, now he felt that he had to find out if what this lady said was true: if K-he was truly coming around his old house every day at dusk the way he used to with his pa, if he had truly been waiting all along for someone, anyone, to come find him and if he really wanted to see Lance.

There was only way to find out.

Lance climbed down the tree, followed by Hunk and Pidge. Hunk looked ready to kiss the ground.

"So, what does that lady say that made you so upset?" Pidge asked. Hunk sobered up immediately.

"Her unwanted guest? Well, according to her, that's K-" Lance took a deep breath to dislodge the tennis ball that seemed to have appeared in his throat and gulped loudly, "Keith."

Pidge's features contorted in anger, "I smell a scam."

"I don't."

"Well, you should."

"Wait, Lance, are you saying you believe her?" Hunk asked.

"I do."

"But why?" Hunk asked.

"Because she told me things only I know," Lance answered, "things that the only other person to know would be K-Keith."

"Like what?"

"Like what K-Keith was wearing the day of the fire."

"Pictures," Pidge was quick to argue.

"There were none taken that day, and none in the papers," Lance countered, "I read them all."

"What else?" Hunk asked.

"Every day around dusk K-Keith and his pa would come over for dinner at ours. That isn't something you can find in research," Lance replied.

Pidge huffed in exasperation, and exclaimed, "Fine! But we aren't letting you go on your own."

"Right," Hunk agreed, albeit a bit confused, "where are we going, again?"

"We're going to my old house," Lance answered, "I just... I have to know."

Next

[justmultifandom]

Kidge headcanon n.13

So, I decided to create some headcanons regarding their children, and I will surely make others because POST-CANON ROCKS! I won't put the ages because I don't know either, as I'll probably do stories or headcanons where ages change.

Mark: Dark brown hair, purple eyes, tall stature, introverted and impulsive, but still very logical and decisive and also a great pilot.

Athena: Black hair and purple eyes, normal/short stature, introverted and lonely, sometimes violent and very stubborn and rebellious and a great fighter.

Mark and Athena are not twins, but were born in the same year. Before you throw tomatoes, eggs and pianos at me, I'll explain why. Briefly, Mark was born in early/mid January and a couple of months later Pidge found out she was pregnant again, and she gave birth to Athena in late November or early December of that year. (It's possible, I did the bill I can swear to you). So yes, they have two children born in different months but in the same year…

Ryner: Black hair and brown eyes, short stature, lover of technology and combat, brave and shy and a creative inventor. She is 3 years younger than Mark and Athena.

Noah: Brown hair and brown eyes, slightly tall but still short, curious and fast, a real determined calculator. He is 2 years younger than Ryner and 5 years younger than Mark and Athena.

[raev3nnnnn]

It just needed to be said but I think among the voltron paladins,there is A LOT of musical talent.

Lance=definitely a theatre kid,probably had a band plays guitars(acoustic,electric and the ukelele) and piano

Allura=wind instruments probably.Or like a harp.Yes recorder or harp.

Keith=Definatley a drum player.I think shiro also taught him cello

Hunk=bass.yes,just yes.

Pidge=violin and the flute omfg

Shiro=Cello and guitar

[lunaatique]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [LUNA IONA]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [JANEL PARRISH]. You must be the [37] year old [MUSIC TEACHER AT AURORA BAY GRADE SCHOOL]. Word is you’re [CREATIVE] but can also be a bit [OVERBEARING] and your favorite song is [MAKE ME FEEL by JANELLE MONAE]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

[ treasured by bijou, 23, she/her, EST ]

GENERAL INFO

full name. luna xiang iona nickname(s). lulu, pidge, mama birthdate. june 23rd, 1986 birthplace. kailua-kona, hawaii, the united states zodiac. cancer sun, taurus rising, capricorn moon gender identity. cis woman (she/her) orientation. heterosexual occupation. music teacher at aurora bay grade school

APPEARANCE INFO

weight. 127 lbs height. 157 cm (5'2") build. petite. eye colour. brown hair colour / style. natural brunette, loves wearing it half up/half down with bows or other things to accessorize! complexion. more oily than dry, olive undertones. distinguishing features? she has a birthmark on her right cheek, near her nose and just under her eye.

PERSONALITY INFO

positive traits. creative, motherly, optimistic, romantic negative traits. overbearing, stubborn, hot-headed fears. her son getting hurt, losing her job, being hated likes.

pastels + neutrals

puzzles!

playing piano

teaching!! she loves all sorts of teaching

romance novels / shows / movies

tarot reading

dislikes.

disrespectful students

racists (+other bigotry)

donuts

being angry

FAMILY INFO

father. makani iona mother. beth davies sibling(s). unnamed sister (younger) children? yes, one son named Benjamin pet(s). a golden retriever puppy named freddie, and 2 cats (coffee and creamer. they are siblings and their breed is burmese!!)

BIOGRAPHY

tw// domestic abuse, alcoholism, pregnancy, death

luna was born into a home that wasn't exactly stable. her parents were constantly fighting, mainly over makani's (her father) alcohol use. luna remembers the night she spent holding her younger sister as she cried, whilst her parents fought only one room over. nothing changed for years, until finally makani had a little too much to drink. instead of taking his anger out on a wall (like he normally would), he actually took it out on beth (luna's mother) instead. that was the final straw - luna took it upon herself to stop her dad for good. one day, when her father was out buying more liquor, she convinced her mother to pack. beth actually listened.. packing as fast as she could before finally filling the car with both bags and her children.

luna hasn't been back to hawaii since. she was 16 when they left, and the way she saw her father treat her mother... she was worried she would find someone like him - someone sweet with honeyed words but their actions say the reverse. yet that wasn't true, as when she was 26, she finally met the love of her life... cullen monroe.

they met in a wendy's, totally romantic, right? the moment he shared his fries, luna was hooked. even when cullen was hired on the police force, whilst she was worried for him, she supported every decision.

a few years later, cullen comes home to a nervous luna. he's confused, until she pulls out the pregnancy test that is positive. he's ecstatic, picking her up and twirling her around the room before whispering sweet words to her stomach. that very same year.. things went very wrong.

cullen wasn't answering luna's texts. she's 8 months pregnant, sore practically everywhere. that's when the door bell rings, the small female struggling to stand before walking to the door. as she opens it, she's greeted by the chief of police.. telling her that cullen was killed by a rogue shooter that very night.

the chief will never forget the sound that came from her.

when benjamin is born, she finally can't take it anymore - so she packs up and moves once more. this time, to aurora bay. she's been there for 5 years now.

[destinywillowleaf]

alright, this is one HELL of a shot in the dark, but...

I'm trying to find the origin fic of this song. "Too Big For Us" was a song that was included at the end of a Voltron Legendary Defender fic and I cannot for the life of me find the story.

There is every chance that this fic was deleted.

From what I remember, it was a Lance-centric 5+1 about him being the one to act as support for the others (and then the team supporting him in turn). I'm 99% sure it was on FFN since I didn't really start reading fics on AO3 until 2019-ish. The song might've been something put in an author's note as a broken up YouTube link thanks to no outside links allowed on FFN. (It... COULD have been Hunk as the focus character? but I'm pretty sure it was Lance. I've been telling myself it was Lance as the focus at least. god if it ends up being hunk and ) There weren't any ships as far as I remember either.

The file says it was modified on February 19th, 2017, which I assume is the day I downloaded it or the day it was published, seeing as the listed "creation" date is in March 2022 and I know I've had it for longer than that. If I'm remembering things right, it was posted as part of the last chapter of the fic, because it was a multichapter (I'm... slightly less confident in the multichapter status but I'm pretty sure it was?)

The order characters are referenced in the song was also the order they were in each chapter... but I have no idea which section Pidge is supposed to be @~@ part of me says I was annoyed/confused about the lack of a Pidge section the first time around too but it's been like 6 years so idk how much of that thought I actually believe. Otherwise, I think the order is Hunk, Keith, Allura & Coran, Shiro, Lance, and Pidge was somewhere in the middle.

The lyrics, as best I can make them out, are under the cut. A few lines are covered up in just the wrong way by the piano chords so I'm sort of guessing with the words in the brackets. (The mixing really isn't the best but I have no room to complain since I'm not a musician of any variety)

Together we sit, as he relearns how to breathe His heart races with panic, deep set anxiety And demons fill his head as he fights off another's Ignore what still hurts as the light of hope is smothered

A boy in a bubble made of experience and fears A knife in hand and heart to protect him from tears Because bonds only seem to lead to pain Until someone can teach him to connect again

And in the end they'll come to me Cause everybody does And we'll fight together Cry together Wipe each other's eyes together In a war too big for us A war too big for us

A family in all but name, they say [stare??] comes in pairs A gentle touch is calming as a [??? braiding] hair When there is too much to do [without?] doing too much Go to him for support, drown their sorrow with a laugh

He's a fellow protector, with secrets to hide Whose fears and insecurities surface in the dead of night He's in need of help but doesn't want to burden That finds a companion, someone to confide in

And in the end they'll come to me Cause everybody does And we'll fight together Cry together Wipe each other's eyes together In a war too big for us A war too big for us

But sometimes your strength Could use some strength of their own, before it's too late Cause even the strongest of pillars Can crumble under the weight

But in the end they'll come to me Cause they know I need some love And we'll fight together Cry together Wipe each other's eyes together In a war too big for us A war too big for us

[rainforest-rosegold]

Soulbound

Read it on AO3!

It was supposed to be a straightforward visit to a peaceful planet: Land on Vordus-8.  Attend the new Prime Minister’s inauguration.  Officially induct Vordus-8 into the Coalition.  Go sightseeing, time permitting.  The Galra weren’t supposed to show up and attack unexpectedly.  Lance wasn’t supposed to have a brush with death.  And Pidge certainly wasn’t supposed to make a split-second decision that would change the course of both of their lives.

The day after the inauguration found Team Voltron picnicking in an open, grassy area high in the mountains, next to a cliff overlooking distant forests, rivers, and lakes.  The view was breathtaking, to be sure, but without her Paladin armor and the jet pack that came with it, Pidge couldn’t help being wary of the drop.

The sun was shining, the Vordian sky was vivid teal, and the temperature could not have been more perfect as the Paladins and their companions enjoyed the actual, non-goo meal Hunk had prepared.  As Keith bit into a sandwich, the jagged, cryptically curling crimson soulmark all down his right arm began to glow faintly.  “What did you put in this to make it so tasty, Hunk?” he demanded, staring at the sandwich as though suspicious of its deliciousness.

Hunk shrugged.  “Honestly, I’m not sure.  Some sort of spicy Vordian pepper-like vegetable, something that Vordian chef called murglak, that tasty shredded steak we had at the banquet, and a splash of my special sauce.”  He tried to brush off the compliment, but from the faint yellow gleam from beneath his right sleeve, it was clear he was pleased with himself.  Pidge decided she had to try one of the sandwiches herself and was not disappointed.

The afternoon passed in a similarly leisurely manner as the Paladins and their companions enjoyed a day free of fighting and stress.  As the shadows lengthened, Lance stood, wandering toward the cliffside.  “Look at that,” he breathed, beckoning the others over.

Pidge came to stand beside him, trying to figure out what he was talking about.  “So… what are we looking at?”

“That.”  Lance pointed at the horizon, and Pidge caught her breath.  Although billions of sunsets happened every day throughout the universe, she had to admit that this one was especially breathtaking, with Vordus-8’s greenish sun turning the clouds vivid shades of blue, green, and gold and lighting up the countryside far below them with mellow fire.

“It’s beautiful,” Allura murmured.

“Not as beautiful as you, Princess,” Lance said, waggling his eyebrows and completely ruining the mood.  Pidge jabbed him with her elbow, telling herself it was because Allura and Keith were on their way toward a relationship and she didn’t want Lance to mess that up; it certainly had nothing to do with her own feelings.

“Ow,” Lance complained, rubbing his side and giving her an offended look.  “What was that for?”

Pidge rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to respond, but then motion in the distance caught her eye.  “Wait, what’s that?”

“Hey, don’t change the subject!” Lance said indignantly.

“Shush,” Pidge insisted.  “Does anyone else see that?”

The other Paladins squinted at the horizon.  “I can’t tell what it is,” said Hunk ruefully.

“They,” Keith corrected.  “There’s two -- no, three -- five of them?”

Allura held up a hand to block out the blinding light of the sunset.  “I think they’re getting closer…”  Suddenly, her eyes widened.  “Everyone get back from the edge!”

Keith and Hunk immediately backed up while Pidge squinted at the ever-enlarging dots.  “What are they?”

“Galra fighters.”  Allura’s tone was urgent.  “We need to get back to the Castle, now.”

Pidge nodded and took a step back, and later was very glad she did.  The fighters began blasting at them, and the Paladins raced toward the cover of the trees.  “Coran!” Allura yelled into her communicator.  “You need to bring the Castle to our location as quickly as possible!  The Galra are here!”

Suddenly, with a loud bang and a crumbling sound, a chunk of the cliff began to fall, revealing that they had spent the afternoon on an outcropping of the mountainside.  As luck would have it, Lance was on the chunk of falling rock.  He leaped for the new edge, his determined expression transforming into one of panic as it became clear he wasn’t going to make it.

Pidge acted without thinking.  As Lance passed the apex of his trajectory and began to fall in earnest, she reached out, managing to grasp his left hand in her own.  As their palms met, she felt a warm tingle race up her arm, but she couldn’t focus on that now.  Yanking with all her might, she managed to pull him toward her, changing his path enough that instead of falling to an early death, he crashed straight into her, sending both of them tumbling in a confused tangle of arms and legs.

The Castle soared into view, its defenses blasting at the small Galra force, and Pidge and Lance hastily extricated themselves from each other.  As they sprinted toward the Castle, Pidge was hyper-conscious of Lance’s shock, tension, and residual terror tinged with relief.  She glanced over at him to make sure he was okay, and her heart sank as her gaze landed on his left arm.  The arm that should have lacked a soulmark until he chose to soulbind with someone.  The arm that was now clearly marked with a very familiar curling, vine-looking pattern.

There was no use denying it to herself.  Pidge recognized that soulmark -- she had traced it up and down her right arm countless times, wondered who she would soulbind with, imagined it adorning the left arm of any number of her crushes.  Since meeting her team at the Garrison, she had often imagined it on the arm of a certain rakish fighter pilot.  Never once had she suspected it would ever actually appear there, and especially not by accident.  It can’t be true, she thought stubbornly.  There’s no way that’s my soulmark.  She rolled up her left sleeve to prove it to herself, only to find her fears confirmed in the form of a blue wave-like soulmark swirling from her left palm up into her sleeve.  For better or worse, she and Lance were soulmates now.

“Lance, I’m sorry!” Pidge repeated for what must have been the millionth time.

Lance turned away, trying to ignore the flood of emotions.  Why did girls have so many of them?  Guilt, regret, desperation, and anger, sure, but also a tinge of delight -- some part of Pidge was very happy indeed to have soulbound with Lance, and Lance felt disgust at having been manipulated creeping at his throat.

The trouble with being soulmates was that she could sense his emotions as well. “I promise, I really didn’t mean to soulbind with you!” Pidge cried, and Lance knew if he turned around to look at her, he’d see the tears in her eyes.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before taking away my choice in the matter!”

And suddenly, anger overtook Pidge’s mess of feelings.  “What did you want me to do, let you fall to your death?”

“I don’t know, okay?”  Lance stood, annoyed with the conversation, the whole soulmate thing, and especially Pidge.  “I don’t want to even look at you right now.”  He stalked from the lounge, his sense of Pidge’s emotions slightly lessening as he left her presence.  Despite the increased distance and the walls between them, both literal and metaphorical, he could feel her anguish all the way back to his room.

Despite their best efforts, the soulbond between Pidge and Lance continued to strengthen, and they began actively avoiding each other to avoid having to deal with the other’s emotions.  Unsurprisingly, the rest of the team picked up on this, and so it was that the next less busy quintant about an Earth week later found a very concerned Allura at Pidge’s door.

“What do you want?”  Pidge’s voice came out much more hostile than she had intended.

“I want to know what’s going on between you and Lance,” Allura replied without preamble.  “May I come in?”

Pidge huffed but opened the door wide enough to admit the Black Paladin.  “Fine.  Make yourself at home.”

Allura carefully climbed over the piles of clothing and dismantled technology to perch on the edge of Pidge’s bunk.  “Shiro explained your soulmarks to me when I first met all of you, but that doesn’t explain why you and Lance have been so at odds lately.”

“It’s because usually people choose to soulbind.”  Pidge tried and failed to keep the bitterness out of her voice.  “With Lance and me, it happened by accident, so while we can pick up on one another’s emotions and even hear a few of each other’s thoughts, that doesn’t mean we have to like it.”

Allura proved to have good intuition even without being Pidge’s soulmate.  “You have… feelings for him, don’t you?”

Pidge nodded miserably.  “He hates me now, though.  If I ever had a chance with him, it disappeared when I took his choice away.”

“When you saved his life,” Allura corrected.

“Yeah, well, that’s not how he sees it.”

Allura scowled.  “If Lance doesn’t realize what he has right in front of him, he’s even denser than I thought.”  Unexpectedly, she pulled Pidge into a hug.

While Pidge appreciated the gesture, she just wasn’t in the mood for it, pulling away after a few seconds.  “I just don’t know what I'm supposed to do about all this.”

Allura hummed.  “I don’t know, but I do know the mice made a discovery last night that may interest you.”

Pidge sat up straighter, intrigued.  “What did they find?”

“An old invention of my father’s that never really caught on,” said Allura.  “I can guarantee you’ve never seen anything like it.”

Pidge stood.  “Where is it?”

“Follow me.”  Allura left the cabin, leading Pidge through the castle down to a closet just off the ballroom.  She quickly unlocked the closet and began to pull out something very large.  “He never did… come up with… a name for it,” Allura panted as she dragged out whatever-it-was.  “It was supposed to be the next big musical innovation, but nobody could get the hang of playing it.”

Allura stopped and stepped aside, allowing Pidge to get a good look a large, oddly-shaped wooden box with myriad strings inside.  An odd-looking system of hammers seems to be the method for making sound with it, activated by pressing rows of purple and blue keys… Pidge laughed out loud when she realized.  “It’s a piano!”

Allura blinked.  “A what?”

“An instrument we have on Earth,” Pidge explained.  “It looks a little different, but the structure is basically the same, and it’s probably the most widely-played instrument on the planet.”  She pulled out a frequency sensor that had come in handy more times than she could count, set it to detect sound waves, and hit the key that would have been A on an Earth piano.  Somehow, even after ten thousand years, the note’s frequency was still a perfect 440Hz.  Delighted, she sat down on the bench and spread her fingers over the keys, glancing at Allura.  “May I?”

Allura laughed delightedly.  “Be my guest!”

Pidge needed no further prompting.  After stumbling through a few scales, she began to regain her feel for the instrument, gaining confidence as her hands remembered the skills they had possessed before she became the Green Paladin.  Soon she was gliding through lively sonatas, coaxing out haunting laments, and pounding out her favorite showtunes, too engrossed to notice when Allura quietly sidled from the room.  The only times she glitched were when she caught sight of her left hand, occasionally missing notes when met with the still-unfamiliar sight of Lance’s soulmark.

Completely absorbed in playing, Pidge failed to notice when the ballroom door opened once more, and even the increased sense from her soulmarks escaped her notice… that is, until Lance spoke, snapping her from her piano-induced reverie.  “I didn’t know we had a piano here.”

“Gah!  Lance!”  Pidge jolted away from the piano, cutting herself off mid-song.  “What are you doing here?”  Her words came out more hostile than she intended.

Lance scowled.  “I mean, I thought maybe we could talk, since you seemed to be in a better mood than usual, but I guess that’s not happening.”  He turned to leave.

“Wait!  That’s not -- I didn’t --”  Pidge’s less-than-cohesive sentences fell on deaf ears as Lance stalked from the room.  The fleeting joy of her music long gone, she buried her head in her arms, wishing she could block out Lance’s mix of confusion and hostility.

The next quintant, Team Voltron was back on duty, working to free planet Morixos from the Galra’s oppressive presence.  Lance and Pidge were able to set aside their argument long enough to form Voltron and defeat the fleet stationed in the system, but the battle left everyone emotionally taxed.

The blue-skinned Morixite leader seemed to pick up on this as the Paladins and Coran trooped tiredly into the celebratory banquet in their honor.  “What is wrong, Paladins?” she asked, and Lance hoped she wouldn’t overbalance as she tilted her oversized head to one side.  “This was a great victory, yes?  Let us celebrate!”

Hunk’s soulmark gleamed as servants brought out tray after tray of exotic-looking food, most of it blue, but nobody else seemed able to muster much energy.  Lance ate without gusto, unable to even enjoy the attention several charming blue girls were lauding him with.  That whole fight was way too close, he reflected grimly, forced to the realization that it was because of the tension between him and Pidge that it had taken them four tries to form Voltron.  From the shame and general grumpiness emanating from Pidge in waves, he figured she felt the same.

Sure enough, as the leader finished her heartfelt speech thanking Team Voltron for everything they had done, Pidge stood.  “I, ah… I need some time alone.”  Her voice shook slightly, and nobody tried to stop her as she fled from the room.  Lance watched her go, wondering if he should go after her.  Maybe I’ve been too harsh with her…  But, no, he could sense her feelings of stifledness, her desire to be anywhere but that banquet hall at that moment.  Near him.  It hurt, but he understood, and with a sigh, he turned back to the banquet table.

“Hey there, handsome,” said a sultry voice.  Lance turned and saw a Mixolite girl who, despite her resemblance to a bobblehead, was quite pretty.  “You look stressed.  Maybe you could use a back rub?”

Normally, Lance would have been tempted, but his mind was elsewhere that night.  “No, thanks.”

The girl looked hurt.  “Are you sure?  I give good ones, especially to boys as cute as you.”

“I said no,” Lance repeated a little bit harshly.  “Would you leave me alone?”  He pretended not to notice the other Paladins staring at him in surprise as the Mixolite stalked away in a huff.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything, Lance?” Allura asked, forcing a change of subject.  “It’s impolite not to, you know.”

“And it’s really good,” Hunk added.  “You have got to try the blue stuff!”

“Hunk, that’s literally all of it,” Lance deadpanned.

“Exactly!”

Lance had just begun reaching for a piece of elaborate blue bread when a burning tingle raced up his left arm.  “Ow!”

“What’s wrong?” Allura asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Lance felt a flood of emotions that were not his own -- surprise, panic, anger.  Intense pain.  He launched to his feet.  “Pidge!”

“Didn’t she say she wanted to be alone?” Keith protested as Lance sprinted for the door.

“I have to help her!”  Lance knew he wasn’t making sense, but there wasn’t time to explain.  Ignoring the disapproving looks of everyone in the room, he sprinted back toward the Castle.  As he ran, Blue seemed to sense his desperation, swooping from her hangar to scoop him up in her mouth.  “Thanks, girl,” he painted, trying to get his breath back.

Now… where is she?  Lance thrust the control sticks forward, zooming over the planet’s azure surface at full throttle, trying to steer in the direction where he could feel Pidge’s emotions most strongly.  “C’mon, old Blue, faster,” he muttered through clenched teeth as his Lion swooped upward, heading for the planet’s atmosphere.

Lance followed the sensation of Pidge’s fear and defiance, wincing at the burning sensation from her soulmark.  I’m coming, Pidge, he thought determinedly, pushing Blue to go faster still.

And suddenly, with a tingle from his palm to his heart, a thought pierced Lance’s mind that was not his own.  Lance?

The soulbond!  Lance had heard of soulmates occasionally communicating telepathically, but it was a rare occurrence even on Earth.  It’s me.  Lance put all his mental energy into transmitting the thought to Pidge.

I’m in a Galra fighter.  It was clear Pidge was trying desperately to hold it together.  I think we’re headed for Galra Central Command.

I’m on my way.  Lance could have cried with relief.  Pidge was a captive, but for the moment, she was relatively safe.  He’d make it to her in no time.  As these thoughts took over his mind, he felt a wave of hope from Pidge drown out her panic, and he urged Blue onward, determined to reach her before she reached Galra Central Command.

“So, little Paladin, want to hear what Haggar’s going to do with you once I turn you in and claim my reward?”

Pidge didn’t, but as her entire body seemed to be in a temporary state of paralysis due to whatever the smug Galra officer had hit her with, she didn’t get a say in the matter.  Making a valiant effort to tune out his grating voice as he droned about all the terrible tortures Haggar would put her through, Pidge gritted her teeth, trying to force her mouth to open.

About a varga later (though it felt like deca-phoebs), Pidge regained a bit of control, forcing her jaw open.  “You won’t live to regret this,” she spat.

“Oho!  The little Paladin speaks!”  The Galra officer glanced offhandedly in her direction.  “I suppose that means it’s wearing off.  Can’t have that, now, can we?”  With a flick of his wrist, he jabbed her again with his stunner, simultaneously giving her an electric (or quintessential?) shock and injecting something into her veins.  Pidge’s body spasmed, and if she could have screamed, she would have; it felt like she was being torn apart from the inside.

The Galra officer studied her face, smirking at what he saw.  “Much better,” he approved.  Pidge found herself wishing telepathic murder was possible.  Thankfully, the agony faded unnaturally quickly, replaced by stifling numbness.

Sudden sensation caught her off guard as a tingle down her left arm broke through the maddening nothingness.  I can see fighters ahead.  Which one are you in?

The lead one, Pidge replied hurriedly.  I can’t move, so you’ll have to find a way to get me out.

Got it.  Pidge reached out through her soulbond, clinging tightly to Lance’s determination and the knowledge that he was on his way for her.  Hope for her rescue battled with worry, which she stamped down.  Of course he’d be okay.  Of course they’d make it through this and be safe and together in no time.

A voice came on over the fighter’s communicator.  “Blue Lion approaching, sir.  What are your orders?”

“Blast!”  The Galra officer let loose a string of what Pidge assumed was profanity.  “Shoot it down!  Keep it away from my ship!”  Pidge felt the fighter accelerate to escape the Lion.

They’re turning around to attack!  Panic filtered through the soulbond along with Lance’s ‘voice.’  I can’t tell which one was in the lead!

Ignore them, Pidge insisted.  The guy who has me is trying to get away!

Through her soulbond, Pidge could imagine Lance taking a deep breath and setting his jaw.  Moments later, there was a muffled boom, and the fighter jolted.  Are you wearing your armor, Pidge?!  The sudden thought from Lance came accompanied by a surge of panic.

Yes… what are you planning?  Pidge had a feeling she knew, and it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

In the silent oblivion of space, Pidge couldn’t hear the Blue Lion’s weapons firing, but she heard them impact the fighter and felt the jolts as the Galra officer desperately tried to keep the ship steady.  Moments later, Pidge was blinded by a brilliant, fiery flash and crash that launched her out into nothingness, helpless to stop herself from spinning or control her trajectory away from the explosion.

Pidge’s flailing, chaotic flight lasted maybe a dobosh before sound returned and she landed heavily on something hard and flat.  “Pidge!  Are you okay?”  Black spots danced before her eyes, and the last thing she saw before consciousness faded entirely was a very concerned Lance.

“This isn’t my fault, is it?”  Lance stared worriedly at the motionless form of his soulmate floating catatonic in the healing pod.

“It was the fault of the Galra who abducted her, not you,” Allura assured him.

“For the twenty-seventh time,” Keith muttered.

Coran hummed.  “She appears to have been exposed to small doses of concentrated quintessence, coupled with some sort of muscle-freezing drug.  She’ll be okay, but it might take a few quintants.”

“Okay.”  As the rest of the Paladins and Coran left the room, Lance approached the pod.  “I know you can’t hear me right now, but I need to get this off my chest.”  He took a deep breath.  “I… I’m sorry.  When you soulbound with me, I thought… I didn’t know what to think.  I pushed you away when I should have been thanking you, even though I could feel how much it was hurting you.  And, well, if you want the truth, it hurt me, too.  I care about you a lot, Pidge.  I mean, understanding you as well as I do now with the whole soulmate thing, it would be hard not to, but it’s more than that.  All this time we’ve been in space, I’ve realized you make me smile like no one ever has.  You’re smart, and funny, and brave, and kind… I guess what I’m trying to say is, every time I flirted with alien girls, every time I tried to get Allura to notice me, I was lying to myself.  Deep down, it’s always been you.  The truth is, I’m in love with you, and I’ve been a real idiot to not realize it sooner.”  Lance squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his palms against the surface of the healing pod as if to pierce through Pidge’s coma with love alone.

Searing heat.  Lance gasped, his eyes snapping open just in time to see Pidge's soulmarks begin to glow -- a quick look revealed that his own were glowing as well, more brightly than he had ever seen.  The monitors beside the healing pod went haywire for a moment before settling to a normal, healthy pattern.  The surface of the pod dissolved, and Pidge collapsed into Lance’s arms.  “Lance…?” she murmured, her voice ragged.

“I’m here, Pidge.”  How was this possible?  He held her tightly against his chest, gently rubbing her back.

“I heard what you said.”  Lance let go of Pidge in surprise.  “About… you know.  This.”  She held out her left arm, where Lance’s soulmark still glowed brilliant blue.

“How, though?  And how are you okay?”

Pidge shrugged.  “Humans have had soulmates for thousands of years, but we still haven’t figured out much about what they can do.  What we can do.”

“Hey, if it means my soulmate doesn’t have to spend several more quintants in a healing pod, I’m fine with that.”

Pidge shuffled her feet.  “So, um… about the whole accidental soulbinding thing… we’re cool, right?”  Like, you’re not still upset about mmmf!”  She let out a startled noise as Lance shut her up with a kiss.

[manyprofoundbonds]

vld band au w exes klance and lance writes tall as heaven (make out monday's song, jeremy's band) about keith also maybe keith cries when he hears lance sing the song and they obv get back together (wait is that how it's said??? im sleep deprived and eng is my 2nd language send help)

[afriendlyblackhottie]

AFBH’s Chris Evans Masterlist

Ferris *

WAP *

Chris Fucking You*

Toxic*

Only You* & You Got It Bad*

Missed You*

Popstar xx (Masterlist)*

Bad Words (Language)*

Two Timer (featuring Henry Cavill)* & Between Friends (featuring Sebastian Stan)*

Anytime. Anywhere.*

Bratty*

Thinking of Me (Part 2)*

Cozy*

Presents*

Honey*

Shut Up*& Streets* & a blurb

Lady/Tramp* (Chris x Pidge)

Playing Cute* (Chris x Pidge)

Mine. Yours.*

Company*

Keep Going*

Don’t Mess With My…*

Me & U*

Too Close*

Crybaby*

Fuck Boy* & Family Man*

Close

Piano*

LA Devotee*

Another Man’s Treasure*

Bedroom Eyes*

Happiest Place*

Peek*

ABC’s of Chris Evans*

Birthday

Hard to Get

Chris & His Girls (Masterlist)

Love Like You. (Masterlist)

Break Up With Your Girlfriend (Masterlist)

Dream Guy (read for a surprise!)

[i-canthandlethisfeels]

Okay but hear me out

High school musical Voltron AU 👀

Troy - Shiro

Gabriella - Allura

Chad - Keith

Ryan - Lance

Taylor - Pidge

Zeke (aka baking guy) - Hunk

[charlottecharlcs]

Pushing Daisies S1E4: Pigeon

Our pie-baking necromantic private investigators investigate the death of a pilot who accidentally crashed into an apartment building- or so they think. The real plot involves an escaped convict, a long distance romance, and a pigeon.

There's a lot going on in this episode, so plot crash course to take us up to my first musical scene: Olive finds a dead pidgeon outside, it brushes against Ned and becomes alive again. Immediately after a plane crashes into an apartment building. Ned, Chuck, and Emerson go to investigate, Olive goes to see Lily and Vivian to see if they can fix the bird, lovingly named Pidge. Ned is jealous of the handsome stranger who lives in the apartment who gets to spend some quality time with Chuck- but wait! The stranger is actually an escaped convict who hijacked the plane and posed as the apartment's resident!

Chuck is with Lem- the convict- at the Pie Hole, completely oblivious to his true identity. He tries to hold her hand, but at least this convict understands consent because he pulls away as soon as he realizes she's uncomfortable. But Chuck asks Lem to hold her hand again, if he can be quiet and she can close her eyes. Lem is obviously kind of confused but goes with it, and Chuck imagines instead that she is holding Ned's hand the way she never really can.

The music starts in this moment in a quiet piano rendition of the show's usual love theme; tentative, emotional. As Chuck opens her eyes, Lem is replaced with Ned and we see her imagination. Suddenly the music swells to a string orchestra. When she opens her eyes again and sees Lem, the music abruptly stops. The facade is ruined. Then, the camera dramatically swings to the side with a dramatic musical sting to the following shot:

It's honestly one of the funniest things I've ever seen- Ned continues to be jealous for the rest of the episode, but like in a cute way. Even when Chuck tells him what she was imagining.

Ned: Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Chuck: Well. Yeah.

And now for another random musical number! This time featuring, not one, but two Broadway legends. In the car while following a newly healed Pidge delivering his message (oh yeah, he's a carrier pigeon), Olive and Vivian sing "Birdhouse In Your Soul" by They Might Be Giants. Honestly, I can find very little further reason behind this other than, once again, if you have Kristen Chenoweth and Ellen Green together in a show, it would literally be a crime not to make them scene. The pair did have a conversation earlier in the episode about Vivian's grief over Charlotte in which Olive advised her to "Make a little birdhouse in your soul". But honestly the whole conversation felt like an excuse to then have them sing the song. The sequence only lasts about 30 seconds, and I honestly wonder what idea came first- having them sing this song in an episode about birds, or an episode about birds so they could sing this song.

I do have to say, the eccentric energy behind They Might Be Giants is a perfect match for the show. And as I was also a fan of that group at age 11, this was pretty much the biggest crossover of my lifetime until Endgame. So does this scene make sense? No. Do I love it? Yes. And I feel the need to put my theatre training to work here- this musical snippet does still serve to further character. It shows the differences between the two sisters and their grief- Vivian is obviously grieving the loss of her niece, but with some emotional support she is able to feel happy and connect with Olive through singing. Meanwhile Lily is in the front, stoic and grumpy. She hasn't opened herself up- she continues to keep her grief inside and will not engage in silly musical acts. We find out why her feelings are a bit more complicated later in the season, but I'll keep that secret for now.

Okay so basically, Lem was after some diamonds his old prison buddy buried at an old windmill, but he finds out the woman who lives there is Elsita, the woman he's been writing letters to in prison via carrier pigeon and has fallen in love with. Here's a quick reenactment of me seeing the first shot of Elsita:

Holy shit, Emma from Glee???

Anyway, eventually the team deduces and dead-bodies their way to the windmill and arrests Lem, getting the reward money as planned.

And now for the final scene, my favorite of the episode. (You'll probably start to see a theme here.)

You see, at the beginning of the episode Ned gifted Chuck a bunch of bees because she loves beekeeping. It's very sweet, they have a cute little beehive city on the roof so they can be "unorthodox urban beekeepers" as Chuck calls it. Then they spend the whole episode being really upset about the the fact that they can't touch.

So here we are, the final scene. Chuck and Ned standing on the rooftop in beekeeping suits. Ned turns on a record player, and a waltz starts in that buzzy, vintage tone. It soon fades to the normal undiluted sound of nondiagetic background music as they dance together, their beekeeping suits protecting them from the skin to skin contact that would kill Chuck. Pushing Daisies often uses musical cues to determine which genre it is currently inhabiting, from comedy to detective drama. This scene is, undoubtedly, a romance, and it's a great way to end an episode filled with so much tension.

[arokallurance]

i would like to hear about your composer keith and radio host lance country au

I WILL GLADLY TELL YOU ABOUT IT

its basically just, childhood friends to lovers klance. they grow up pretty close to each other, their families go to the same church, etc etc. keith’s dad got them (jailbroken) walkie talkies when they turned 12 and lance used it to make keith watch the stars with him.

very clearly seeing this one scene where lance and keith are stargazing together (it’s keith’s 14th birthday and they went camping with a few other people) and lance says he wants to go up there some day.

switching to teen years (17), keith plays cello (and a bit of piano) but most of his time is spent writing songs. he used to play guitar a lot, but he got his sights on Juilliard at 15 and cello consumed his life. so he stopped playing guitar (which lance says he think is dumb and keith just scowls at him)

lance doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, but his family wants him to be a doctor. rip.

they start dating about halfway through the first semester and decide to keep it a secret because. oklahoma country town. so most dates are just when they are out with friends etc etc.

keith has a jeep (because this is based off the song called Springsteen by Eric Church) and sometimes he and lance will sneak out at night because they can’t have a daye otherwise.

VERY SPECIFICALLY thinking of two scenes…one where the whole gang is at the lake and have a fire going and lance convinced keith to bring his guitar and then lance everyone convinces him to play it and later they kiss in the lake ta daaa

also thinking of a scene where pidge and matt get macca’s for everyone and they hang out on rail road tracks (dw they check the schedule before hand)

keith and lance for one of their midnight dates stargaze like when they were kids and drink pepsi and eat oreos and just <3 they <3 kisses in tall grass fields

anyway keith and lance are calling each other as they stargaze one day and they talk about their future and lance says he doesn’t want to be a doctor he wants to be a pilot but ughhh family. and keith says he doesn’t know if he wants to do juilliard and lance says “guess we’re both a couple of fuck ups then huh”

keith DOES get into and goes to juilliard and him and lance say good bye at the end of the summer and lance decides to start taking piloting lessons as he hosts the classical music station

and if he still calls keith every weekend to stargaze thats between them

and if he plays keith’s compositions on the radio more than the classics…

thats for him to know :)

ALSO trans allura is there and SHE IS IMPORTANT and i just <3 she is a dancer and when prom comes up the gang takes her dress shopping and listen to homecoming queen by kelsea ballerini those are the vibes