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honestlyprettychill · 7 years ago
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Pidgance Month 2017: Size Difference
Even though Pidge is the smaller one, she is always the big spoon XD  Ohmygosh i love plance cuddles and need to draw more lolol........ <3  @pidgancemonth2017
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please dont repost without my permission first thaankss!!
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meldy-arts · 7 years ago
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Plance month 2017 - Forehead kisses 
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tihnixx · 7 years ago
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PIDGANCE MONTH 2017 : Together
i need a entire episode just lance and pidge playing video games together ok
tks to @luaburachid for give me this idea
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tear22voltronshipping · 7 years ago
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Day 2 Pidgance Month 2017: Together
“Together?” his fingers intertwined with hers. “To the very end…”
Date: Nov 14th
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wateryourplance · 7 years ago
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Lance: I wish I could kiss you
Pidge: all you literally have to do is bend over, you shit.
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pidganceshitposting · 7 years ago
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How I want Plance's kiss to go
They bonk noses and they just break into laughter like the dorks they are
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as2015 · 7 years ago
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Third Day
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tydy-the-megnet · 7 years ago
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Growing Plance
Prompt Twenty-Two: (22 Dec) Narcissus
Ever since they met the Olkari, she had tried communing with nature more, mostly through gardening.
It turned out that, though she piloted the green lion, she had zero green thumbs, but she could learn!
...
Lance observed Pidge as she dumped another pot of withered biomatter and dirt into space.
"Another rotten batch?" He stepped forward to help her clean up the remains, missing her startled flinch and flustering face.
"Yep..." She threw her gloves off and pulled on her short locks, "I don't get it! Fluorescent lighting matching solar rays, nutrient-rich dirt and fertilizer, I water them regularly, and still everything I plant dies!" She turned away from him as the flush on her cheeks grew slightly brighter.
"Have you tried talking to them? I hear it helps."
"Plants don't have ears, Lance."
"Well, uh, what're you gonna try next? Maybe give it a shot, anyway?"
Pidge sighed, "I think I'm just gonna give up. Clearly I can't garden."
"You can't give up! You're the green paladin! All of you is green, including your thumbs! You just need experience." Never let it be said that Lance was not a supportive friend. That was one of the reasons she had a small crush on The Sharpshooter.
Every chance he got, he'd support Pidge, even if she didn't need it. At times like this, Pidge thought it was a bit annoying.
"Well, it doesn't matter anyway! I'm out of seeds, so..."
Lance smirked at the shorter paladin, holding up a bag, "You're not out of these daffodil seeds," he waved the bag in front of her face.
"Daffodils? Like from earth?"
"Yep, I got them in a market on that last planet. The lady that sold them toe said they meant "New beginnings" or something, but since she was an alien, I'm not sure how reliable that is. Anyway, here," He offered the bag to his glum chum, who took it with a gloomy look on her face.
"And remember," Lance told her as she slumped back toward her chambers, "Talk to it! Plants need communication, just like people!" Pidge turned to smile at him, and she nodded in thanks.
"Or at least," the blue paladin added, murmuring, "That's what that space florist told me..."
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"... And when he helped me scrounge up money at that space mall..." Pidge went on, speaking animatedly to PM3 -- she gave them IDs to log their growth progress, obviously -- "I had so much fun, especially when we finally got Killbot Phantasm 1. Of course, then we had to actually get a TV as well, and find a way to hook up the console to the ship's power systems..." She sat up and cradled the daffodil in her lap, smiling, "But when we finally got it working we played for hours, and just had so much fun! Plus, he's been really considerate lately, seeming to take more interest in computers and stuff..." Pidge leaned back against the wall, "Although, that might be him finally wanting to learn about it because he's around it so much and is tired of not knowing what we're talking about. But it could be because he likes me back, and I calculate a probability of--"
"Pidge?" Shiro was knocking on her door, "It's time for dinner... And, uh, are you talking to someone?"
"NO!"
"Really? I could've sworn--"
The green paladin slammed her door open with rosy cheeks, "I WAS TALKING PLANCE! I MEAN--TO MY PLANTS!"
Her leader blinked at her, confused, before lighting up with recognition, "Oh, so you haven't given up gardening? I'm proud of you. You're usually so impatient with nature. But, uh, talking to plants...?"
"Lance said it might help." Pidge grinned wryly, "And so I've, uh, started an experiment with my daffodils." She gestured to the first of the three pot.
"PM1 gets no sounds, just the standard treatment," PM1 was in a pot labelled such and sat under a fluorescent lamp. The plant seemed weak and small, and the leaves looked pale. "She's my control." Shiro nodded hesitantly.
"PM2," She moved on to the middle flower, petals gloomily slumping and stalk leaning to the side. "I exchange pleasantries with, saying 'Hi' and 'Good night,' and occasionally I'll tell her about my day or something... She's a sort of benchmark to see how much effort is needed."
The third and final sapling stood proud in it's abode, and strong stem protruded from the ceramic where it lay on Pidge's bed, bright leaves and petals seemed to glisten in the fluorescent lighting and mock the other two.
"PM3, I talk to her almost as much as I talk to you guys. She is the main test group, and after all this time, she's really flora-shing!" The shorter paladin giggled at her own joke while praising her 'favorite.'
"That's great, Pidge. But I gotta ask... What does PM mean?"
The girl froze at the question, standing ramrod straight and staring at the far wall.
"Uh, Pidge... Narcissus. It's PN, not PM... Heh, you must've misheard me."
The two paladins stared at each other for several seconds.
"ANYWAY, didn't you say it was dinnertime?"
"Oh, yeah. So clean up and hurry on down."
"Yes, sir!" The flustered girl pushed Shiro out of the room, then whirled on her precious plants when he was out of earshot.
In a fierce whisper, she spoke to PM3, "Pidge McClain III. Not. One. Word."
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sp4c3-0ddity · 7 years ago
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(24) Wishes / (4) Pets / (11) Brothers and Sisters / (18) Hopeless Romantic
For the @pidgancemonth2017 prompts listed above!! I know four is a lot for one, but they do all tie in and/or are important in some way.
Word count:  ~4300
Also I tried something a little different this time, inspired in particular by the prompt ‘Wishes’. So please, tell me what you think, and I hope you enjoy it!! <3
Warning for referenced animal death
On his brother’s tenth birthday, Lance made a wish and blew out the candles on the cake.
The cake was chocolate with strawberry-flavored (not strawberry, but strawberry-flavored his sister liked to insist) pink frosting, his brother’s name and birthday wishes written in mustard-yellow icing. Narrow candles of various colors poked out of it, flames waiting to be extinguished.
“Make a wish!” their auntie said, smiling from behind the camera in her hands.
Lance did, pinching his eyes shut and making several fervent wishes – one for each candle. Then, without opening his eyes, he swallowed a big gulp of air – as much as his small lungs could handle without bursting – and leaned forward, exhaling in a great huff.
Seven of the ten candles sputtered out, threads of gray smoke spiraling off the wicks. Lance grinned, still holding his wishes close to his heart, at least until his brother spun around on him.
And Lance knew he was in for it.
(#1) “I wish for Javier not to be mad about this”
Lance’s first wish did not come true; in fact, his brother made his life a living hell – or, that was what he promised anyway – for the entirety of the next month.
After that, well, it was all uphill from there.
(#2) “I wish for my own brand-new Game Boy”
Lance got the Game Boy and a few cartridges to play for his own birthday. He started to think he’d wasted his wishes, one on something that didn’t come true, and one on something he thought might’ve happened regardless.
Oh, well. A new birthday meant candles on the cake, and more wishes.
Except this time, Javier retaliated and blew them out before Lance got the chance.
(#3) “I wish for a dog”
Cecilia named the dog – a border collie and German shepherd mixed – Cerberus, which sounded clumsy off Lance’s too-young tongue. But she told him he could just call him Spot, and the dog would be smart enough to recognize that was as much his name as Cerberus.
Lance adored Spot, who was large enough to take rough treatment from him when he wasn’t careful. He was always quick to apologize when he stepped on his tail or paw, but Spot was quick to forgive him with a bump of his head against Lance’s hip.
“Spot!” Lance called from the back door, staring into the thicket of trees behind his family’s house. “Spot!” He wandered away, the screen door slamming shut behind him, and stepped into the trees at the very edge of the backyard. He stared in among branches thick with summer growth, trying to peer through the early evening shadows.
No one in his family saw Spot since the night of Independence Day, when fireworks rained from the sky.
Lance rattled the bag of treats in his hand, one, two, three, four times before he gave up, returning back to the house. He wiped furious tears from his eyes as he opened the door and stepped in, sniffing loudly.
When he spotted Cecilia, who loved Spot as much as he did and was always the one to take him on walks, he couldn’t help the surge of hope within him…until he caught sight of the tear tracks on her face and the redness in her eyes.
“You didn’t find him?” Cecilia asked, her voice croaking.
Lance shook his head and dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands.
“I’m calling the shelter,” she said, disappearing into the kitchen for the home phone.
He could hear her making the call after finding the number in the phone book, but within moments the click of plastic as she closed the line sounded.
Lance stored the treats back in their cabinet and sat on the sofa. He reached for his Game Boy and, without looking to see what game he had inserted into it, turned it on. Cecilia sat with him, holding a magazine between her hands, though he noticed she never turned the page in all the time they waited for Javier to come home, with or without Spot.
After Lance lost the same level for the sixth time in a row, he turned off the Game Boy and leaned against Cecilia. She loosely wrapped an arm around him, pressing her cheek to his hair.
“We’ll find him,” she promised, though her voice trembled on the words. “Javier will bring him home.”
Javier came home without the dog, face dour, and a few days later the shelter called to tell them Cerberus’ remains were found just outside of town, where he was hit by a car.
Cecilia didn’t speak to Javier – who she blamed for letting him out right before the fireworks – for a month.
Lance hoped his parents would agree to another dog eventually; not to replace Cerberus, of course, and even Cecilia favored the idea. Instead, his father bought a few chicks to raise for eggs. And Lance liked them well enough, but it wasn’t the same.
(Later, when Pidge introduces Lance to Bae-Bae – when tears swim in her eyes because she never thought the aged pooch would be alive to see her again – he’ll wish for Spot again.)
(#4) “I wish for a younger brother or sister so that I’m not the baby anymore”
When Lance was four he told his parents he wanted a younger brother or sister. They smiled at him – his father ruffled his hair – and informed him they were quite done with having children, that four was more than enough, and that Lance would have to live with being the youngest.
“You get spoiled,” his mother promised – or perhaps warned – him with a twinkle in her eye. “I was sometimes jealous of my baby sister.”
So Lance never got his younger brother or sister, but when he was six his eldest sister’s first child was born.
Rosario named him Ares, because she had a fascination with the stars and her husband didn’t like the name ‘Mars’. She let Lance hold the baby on the second day of his life, when he went with his father to visit them in the hospital. His father made sure he sat comfortably in a chair before gently taking the baby from Rosario and settling him into Lance’s arms.
“Hold his head like that,” said his father, putting Lance’s hand behind Ares’ head. “Let him lie here.” He smiled when Lance eyed the baby suspiciously.
For some reason, it never occurred to him that his siblings could have babies of their own until Rosario told them she was pregnant.
“How do you like being an uncle, Lance?” she asked him after a ravenous Ares returned to her.
Lance shrugged. “I’m not old like our uncles,” he pointed out.
She smiled. “Maybe he’ll be like your little brother instead,” she said. She stroked the baby’s nose and cheek and added, “Maybe he’ll look at you like an older brother, like Cecilia looked at me and you look at Javier.”
“Maybe,” Lance said doubtfully.
“Maybe,” he told Ares, who sat next to him with a book about the solar system open in his lap. “Maybe I’ll go to Mars.”
“Or Venus?”
Lance laughed. “Or Venus. Or…Jupiter, or any of the others.”
“Saturn?” Ares asked. He turned a few pages until he reached the one about Saturn. “You can see the rings up close if you go to Saturn.” He glanced up at Lance. “If you do go, can you bring back pictures?”
“Sure,” Lance said, smiling as he ruffled his nephew’s hair. “I can bring back pictures.”
(And he will; he just has to figure out a way to explain all the…women in them before he shows them to him.)
(#5) “I wish to go to Pluto”
With his grades and flight simulation scores, Lance would be lucky to get to the moon, let alone the outer reaches of the solar system, and between Hunk’s weak stomach and Pidge’s distance, it looked less and less likely even when Lance was promoted from cargo to fighter class.
“Look, if we want to get as far as Pluto”—Pidge jerked his head up and away from his computer at that—“then we have to learn to work as a team.” He narrowed his eyes at Pidge, who stared over the monitor and directly at him. “What?” He touched the side of his nose. “Is there something on my face?”
The corner of Pidge’s mouth ticked up in the slightest hint of a smile, but he said, “Nothing that doesn’t belong there anyway.” His attention returned to his screen.
Lance glanced at Hunk, who sat beside him picking suspiciously at the food in his tray. “Listen, Pidge,” Lance tried again, “when I say we should work as a team, that means bonding outside of the simulator.”
“I already know what your favorite food is, Lance,” he said, eyes flicking up to his face.
Lance rolled his eyes. “I mean, besides the obvious—”
“I know how many siblings you have,” he continued as if Lance hadn’t said anything, “what you got in chemistry, and what kind of girls you’re attracted to.” He pushed his glasses up his nose as he rolled his eyes at Lance. “Am I missing anything?”
Lance crossed his arms. So Pidge was more observant and receptive to information than he thought, but that didn’t change the fact that he knew next to nothing about him. “Oh, and what about you, Mr. Secretive Communications Guy?”
“What about me?” Pidge said, tone cautious.
“We know hardly anything about you, and none of the stuff you mentioned knowing about me.” He rested his elbow on the table, leaning across it towards Pidge so he could peer at his face from around the computer screen. “Got any brothers or sisters? What did you get in chemistry? Oh, wait, you probably aced it like everything else you do alone.”
“Lance,” Hunk cautioned.
“And what is your type, Pidge?” Lance continued, ignoring Hunk. “Tall? Busty? Long hair?”
“Pretty sure that’s your type,” Pidge muttered, low enough that Lance could pretend not to hear him.
Which he did. “Or perhaps…male?”
“Really, Lance?” Hunk said, sounding supremely unimpressed.
Pidge only glared at him before shutting his computer – carefully, so carefully, despite his obvious anger – and sliding it into his backpack. Then he climbed over the bench and left them, his lunch tray virtually untouched.
“Guess I’ll…take care of that,” Lance said, nodding towards it. Shame crept over him, and he realized that maybe he shouldn’t have pressed Pidge that far.
So much for acting like teammates.
“That wasn’t cool, Lance,” Hunk chided him.
“I know,” Lance agreed easily enough.
“You should apologize.”
Lance rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah, I’ll go by his room tonight with a nice apology hot chocolate.”
Lance kept his promise to Hunk and arrived at Pidge’s door a few minutes ahead of curfew. He knocked and waited…
And waited…
And waited…
Lance knocked again, with more force, but when the door still didn’t open, and no voice from inside called to him, he pressed his ear to it, listening for a sound.
The hall lights shut off right at curfew, blue emergency lights flickering to life, and there was still no sign of Pidge. Lance sighed heavily and returned to his and Hunk’s room, a mug of cooling hot chocolate in one hand.
From the awe in Pidge’s voice as the Blue Lion fled the Galra ship past Kerberos – a moon of Pluto’s – Lance knew he’d wished the same thing too.
If only they could’ve found that common ground sooner.
(#6) “I wish to rescue a princess”
Lance lurched forward on reflex, catching the woman as she fell. When she blinked up at him in confusion, sleep trickling away, he had the perfect line ready.
One minute later, she held his arm twisted behind his back, and Lance realized this was not the rescue he was looking for.
Lance became acquainted with a new sort of fear every time he saw Allura in any danger. First he thought she died, when the witch’s quintessence attack drained Voltron and the Castle of its energy, and then there was Naxzela, and Lance understood what it meant to fear for another more than you feared for yourself.
He was the first one at her side when she fell, and the first to reassure her that she could rescue them.
(He doubts it will be the last.)
(#7) “I wish to be a hero”
Almost everywhere Voltron visited, the people there heralded the Paladins as heroes, and if not greeting or thanking them with a parade, they at least showered attention on them
Lance, despite Keith’s incredulity and Pidge’s skepticism, basked in the glow, more than pleased to have his praises – shared with his teammates, of course – sung.
“Why so glum, Pidge?” he asked. He found her standing on the roof of a temple long gone to ruin – though the structure was as firm as ever, the foundation barely crumbled – alone and staring out at the night sky.
This planet had rings, much like Saturn’s, flat-looking slices of stone and ice decorating the sky. Two full moons, one with a distinct blue glow, peered down from just beyond the rings, bright enough that it would be a poor night for stargazing, though stunning nonetheless.
It was a romantic sight, the sort that Lance would love to see with…well, he wasn’t too sure about that lately.
He shook that thought from his mind as he positioned himself beside Pidge, his hands next to hers on the stone railing ringing the roof, which she grasped tightly while her shoulders were stiff with tension. But she seemed to relax when her eyes fell on him, her fingers unfurling so that only her palms rested on stone, her spine less rigid. She smiled, and for a moment Lance’s breath caught.
He remembered their first meeting, and how much things changed since then, whether in their lives or merely…between them.
“I’m fine,” she said, and he believed her.
But that didn’t stop him from retorting, “Then why were you frowning”—he mimed an exaggerated frown—“when I got up here?” He gestured to the beautiful view. “Is it because you can’t see as many stars when there are two full moons?”
Pidge chuckled, gaze pulled back to the rings and the moons. “No, I was just…thinking of my dad, I guess.” She shrugged, staring at her hands, still so close to his, close enough he could brush the side of his hand against the side of hers and it would seem like an accident.
(A peculiar thought.)
“That’s it?” Lance said, raising a skeptical eyebrow at her.
Her eyes darted to his face before shifting away again. “They think we’re heroes,” she said.
“We are,” Lance told her, confusion in his voice.
Pidge turned so that her back was pressed to the railing. “Are we?” she said. “Are we heroes if we’re not even done yet? And what happens with Voltron after the Empire falls anyway? To be a peace ‘enforcer’?” She stuck air quotes around that last word, lips twisted bitterly. “Wouldn’t it undermine all of Allura’s efforts of peace if Voltron stayed…intact?”
Lance raised an eyebrow at her. “What’re you saying?”
Pidge met his eyes. “I don’t know,” she said, shrugging. “I’m just overthinking things, like usual.”
Lance touched her elbow. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t,” he reassured her, smiling.
To his relief, she returned his smile. “Thanks, Lance,” she said. “I know I don’t show I…appreciate you – any of you – enough, so I’m…grateful to hear that.”
“Anytime, Pidge,” he said.
They held each other’s gazes for a few seconds, long enough that Lance started to get uncomfortable, though he was reluctant to look away first, too busy admiring the way her eyes reflected the light of the moons, and how—
Pidge grasped his chin in firm fingers, tilting his head down, as she leaned up and kissed him.
Lance inhaled sharply, shocked for only the short moment when time seemed to freeze, when the rings circling this planet didn’t crumble and clump, and the moons didn’t change phases, and the temple didn’t fall to ruin.
Time resumed – or perhaps renewed – when Lance finally returned the soft pressure of Pidge’s lips, his hands cupping her soft cheeks as he leaned his head down. Something in his head and in his heart clicked into place at Pidge’s touch against the back of his neck, and at the feeling of her warm breath spreading across his face.
When they parted to breathe, Lance rested his forehead against Pidge’s, her wide smile so obvious this close to her face. She reached up, tracing a fingertip along his hairline, and he asked, “What’re you doing?”
“Not overthinking so much,” Pidge said as she leaned up to kiss him again.
The next time Lance emerged from a healing pod after an injury in the side, Pidge stood ready to catch him. “You’re my hero, Pidge,” he teased, still half-delirious from sleep and whatever was in the air he breathed during his medically induced coma.
Pidge rolled her eyes and helped him find his feet.
(#8) “I wish to have the nicest ride”
“Just admit it, Pidge.”
“No.”
“Come ooooon. Search yourself; you know it to be true!”
“Uh, no, I actually don’t.”
“Pidge!”
Pidge rolled her eyes at his needling, though she didn’t look towards him, too intent on the enemy ahead of them. Her face on his screen concentrated on the battle, though she didn’t make much effort to ignore him.
“If you don’t admit it,” Lance said with a smirk, “you’ll be on your own.”
“Lance!” Shiro’s voice yelled in his ear, the start of an imminent scolding.
Lance hissed a curse under his breath; he’d thought he and Pidge were using a private frequency. “I’m coming in, Pidge,” he said, steering the Blue Lion after Green.
“Good to have you and your superior Lion, Lance,” Pidge quipped as he lunged past her at the Galra battle cruiser bearing down on them.
“So you admit it?” Lance asked. He shot laser fire at the flyers swarming Blue’s flanks, not missing a single one.
“In your dreams,” Pidge retorted. Green’s laser fired at a flyer at Blue’s back, one he hadn’t detected.
“Thanks, Pidge,” he said, wiping sweat from his face.
“Anytime, Lance.”
“Hey, Princess, tell Pidge the Blue Lion is the best Lion,” Lance kickstarted the conversation during dinner. Under the table, Pidge nudged his foot with more force than she usually did, and he flashed her a smirk.
Allura, distracted by a report on her tablet, only said, “Pidge, the Blue Lion is the best Lion.”
“See?” Lance said smugly.
“Allura is obviously biased, Lance,” Pidge pointed out. “She flies Blue too!”
“So I guess that means Blue has two votes, and Green has…how many?” When Pidge only furiously tapped her fingers on the table, Lance said, “Can you count to one, Pidge?”
“You’re both wrong,” Hunk interjected.
“Let me guess,” Lance said, turning to look at his oldest friend. “You think the Yellow Lion is the best?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I love Yellow and he’s my favorite, but…” Hunk pointed his spork towards Shiro. “I’m pretty sure the Black Lion beats the rest by miles.”
Lance’s jaw dropped, but Pidge seemed to consider this, for she nodded and said, “You know what? I’m with Hunk. So that’s two votes for Black, and two for Blue. Any tie breakers?” She glanced towards Shiro. “Shiro?”
“I vote for Black,” Shiro said.
“Keith will vouch for Blue,” Lance said with growing desperation.
“Keith will vote for Red,” Hunk muttered, smiling apologetically when Lance shot him an indignant look.
“Betrayal!” Lance said.
Pidge then looked at him, a sly smirk on her lips as she kicked his foot, her toes sliding along the inside of his leg and making him twitch. He shot her a look, but she only shrugged and finally glanced away.
Her smirk didn’t falter, and Lance figured he was in for a surprise later.
In that case, he decided he could live with defeat after all.
(And Blue would always be the best Lion in his heart.)
(#9) “I wish to marry a princess”
Lance met more princesses than he could count on both hands in space, and, to his surprise, he had no desire to marry any of them.
(Except maybe Allura, once, but he could now dismiss that as a sort of teenage delusion.)
So he felt no disappointment, no lingering regret, when Allura and Shiro announced their engagement. He only told them he was happy for them, that surely they would make beautiful babies together (Shiro’s face flushed a very impressive shade of pink at that), and that he hoped they would still make time for their friends and teammates.
And at this point, the only person Lance could imagine marrying was Pidge.
As soon as that thought entered his mind, it could not be dismissed. It sat there, constantly waiting for him to address it, while on missions and during relaxed evenings, while in meetings and during training, while with his teammates and during time spent alone with Pidge.
They were young, he then thought, so what was the hurry, especially now that the Galra Empire was all but vanquished?
The question still slipped out one evening as they settled into bed. Lance laid back against his pillow, hands underneath his head, while Pidge sat up with her computer in her lap, working on something for her brother and the rebels.
“Hey, Pidge?” he asked.
“Hmm?” she said without glancing towards him.
Lance shifted, trying to get more comfortable. “Do you ever think about going back to Earth?” he wondered.
Pidge’s hands froze over the computer keyboard, and after a second’s consideration she snapped it shut and set it in the alcove in the wall beside the bed. Then she turned so she could look at Lance and said, “Yeah. Don’t you?”
“Yeah.” He sighed, then tugged at the back of her shirt. She rolled her eyes but agreed to his implicit request, lying down next to him until he could wrap an arm around her and pull her against him.
Pidge sighed, but from her it sounded like contentment, as she looped her arms around him. She rested her head on his shoulder and asked, “So what’s on your mind, Lance?”
“Do you want to get married?”
Pidge stiffened, and Lance braced himself for disappointment, but then she said, “Yes.”
“Uh…to me?”
She sat up and glared down at him. “Who else?”
Heat rushed to his cheeks, and his jaw flapped uselessly until he recovered enough to say, “I’m just…making sure. It’s not too soon, is it?”
Pidge smiled and laid back down next to him, her arms snaking around his back and her legs tangling with his. “Let’s go back to Earth first,” she said. “Maybe see our families too, and then…then we’ll talk.”
Lance fell asleep smiling.
(“I do,” she’ll say, and she won’t wait for the priest’s permission to kiss him.)
(#10) “I wish to come back home after a grand adventure”
Lance knows it’s a Sunday when he knocks on the door to his family home because of all the cars on the street and the number and volume of voices trailing out from the open window. He can hear laughter and excitement, and the sound of a soccer match on TV while someone jeers in anger at something on the screen.
His heart pounds, and sweat drips uncomfortably down his brow – the humidity seems worse than he remembers it – and he’s grateful for Pidge’s hand squeezing his own in silent reassurance.
(They visited her family first, and seeing Pidge, Sam, and Matt reunited with her mother stirred jealousy and a longing to be with his own family within him.)
The door opens, and the person behind it still speaks over their shoulder, but as they turn they freeze mid-sentence, jaw dropping in disbelief seconds later.
“Lance?” Cecilia gasps as her wide eyes take in his face.
“Hi, Cici,” he says, smiling and raising his hand in a wave. He drops Pidge’s hand and holds his arms out.
Cecilia jumps into them, wrapping her arms around his back and clinging to him. “Do you know how long it’s been, you bastard?” she grits out.
“Uh…” Lance glances towards Pidge, who holds up a hand with all five fingers. “Five years?”
“Yes.” Cecilia withdraws, resting her hands on his shoulders and scanning him from head to toe. “You look healthy, and strong even—”
“You sound like Mami—”
“A lot has changed since we last saw you, Lance,” Cecilia says, “and one of those things is that someone calls me ‘mami’ too.”
Lance grins. “Really?” he says. When he left, Cecilia didn’t have so much as a boyfriend, but now…
“Yes,” she says brightly. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, as if reassuring herself that he’s still there, and she looks so happy. “Oh, Mami is going to murder you,” she singsongs.
“Sounds just like home,” he says with a smile while Pidge chuckles.
“Oh,” Cecilia says, finally catching sight of Pidge – who stayed remarkably silent – beside him. “I’m Cecilia. Who are you?”
“Pidge,” she says, grinning and offering her hand.
When Cecilia takes it and they shake, Lance wraps an arm around Pidge’s shoulders and tells his sister the same sappy words he rehearsed in his head more times than he would ever admit:
“She’s my home away from home, and my next great adventure.”
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bankieduck · 7 years ago
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When your boyfriend eats your cookies and you have to teach him a lesson
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honestlyprettychill · 7 years ago
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Pidgance Month 2017:  Wishes
“What are you wishing for??”
“Can’t tell you, stupid, or it wont come true!  ...And i really want it to...”
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I had a blast drawing the grass and dandelion fluffs hehe XP  @pidgancemonth2017
Please dont repost without my permission first thanks!!
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thisiswhereifall · 7 years ago
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Day 4: Pets
Need I say more? I managed to write today, as well. Holy quiznacking crows, I'm on a roll these days.
I really enjoyed writing this, even more than the previous ones, to be honest. I thought it was a cute prompt(open-ended, too, because hey. Everyone loves an open-ended story.) and it was just an idea I came up with
Enjoy!
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Pidge had always liked tiny things.
No, that didn't mean she didn't like Kaltenecker or the idea of bringing her to the ship. She absolutely adored the cow and her affectionate moo's. Not to mention, the milkshakes are entirely helpful to keep Pidge's brain healthy and functioning. It was a good thing that Allura allowed them to keep her, too.
But that doesn't stop Pidge from liking tiny things.
Part of it involves the smallest screws and machine parts that she considers to be very cute. She would smile and inwardly squeal whenever she tinkers into alien machines and sees the tiniest parts that comprise such a deadly weapon. Pidge also loved seeing the Galra drones despite the fact that they were there to kill her, and she loved Rover so much. He was a robot, loyal, and tiny.
Pidge definitely liked tiny things.
Green knows it, but never did Pidge make her lion feel as if she didn't love her. Green was beautiful and majestic, the only lion with a shield on her backside and Pidge would melt when Green purrs lovingly at her. Large, powerful, and intimidating, but Pidge loved her, anyway. Green is beautiful in more ways than one, and Pidge could never be more proud.
Pidge remembers that she still liked tiny things, when a flash of blue crosses her line of vision and she blinks.
She followed the alien creature floating around her bedroom, its glowing markings blinking in excitement as it circled the cluttered area with wide curious eyes and a permanent pout. The creature was small and quiet; slow-moving and peaceful, and Pidge just couldn't resist taking it with her before she left the trash planet she was thrown in from the corrupted wormhole.
Allura and Coran never noticed the tiny thing enter the Green Lion.
And it wasn't like Pidge actually brought it with her. The thing followed her into her Lion, rather, it followed the suspicious trash that Pidge secretly brought into her Lion. If Green didn't send her the message, Pidge wouldn't even know that the little creature was there with her. And she remembered that day very well.
That day, she yelped into the comms, even more startled that it was a blue space caterpillar rather than a green one.
“Pidge, are you alright?” Allura immediately asked, much to Pidge's horror as she grabbed the creature and hid both of her hands out of the camera's sight as it flashed on. She gulped, biting her tongue to prevent herself from rambling and she was a terrible liar.
“O-Oh, nothing! I just, um, accidentally hit my toe at the, uh, corner.” Her eyes looked around to see if there were any corners inside Green. There were none. “I mean, I just hit my toe somewhere, I didn't actually mean a specific corner or literally, a corner. There are lots of stuff here that you could hit your toe at, and not to mention, Green is probably made of some hard space material that a human body could--"
“Pidge, aren't you wearing your armor?” Allura interrupted, and Pidge knew that she just messed herself up big-time.
Pidge sighed, opening her mouth again to say something else despite the futile attempts of trying to stop the furry thing in her hands from moving “Okay, okay, you got me. I was…” She gripped the creature a little tighter, as much as she didn't want to hurt it any further. “… So excited that my satellite worked that I yelped in shock when Green responded to my feelings.” Okay, that was definitely way more believable.
Green rumbled in protest and Pidge ignored her.
Silence took over the comms before Allura finally replied. “Oh. Okay. Now let's go get the others.” Soon, the mic and camera shut off and Pidge let out a long sigh of relief. She then placed her hands in front of her and stared long at the blue alien. She didn't sign up for adoption papers at all. “Okay, little guy. What are you doing here? We're miles away from your home planet now.” She softly whispered, afraid that anyone would hear her.
The last thing Pidge wanted was for anyone to see a blue space caterpillar with her.
She watched the creature float around, then behind her as if it was trying to answer. Pidge turned her head to follow it with her gaze, her face heating up when it landed on the suspicious trash she had brought with her aboard Green. Her hand flew to her face. Now she's got two things to hide from her team.
One, the cute new pet, and two, Trash Lance. And they were both blue.
That day, Pidge knew she was doomed for life if anyone ever enters her bedroom and sees them in the farthest and most hidden corner of her room. The first few days weren't easy at all.
The first thing Pidge did was to make a mess out of her own sleeping space, one that would turn off anyone's curiosity about what abominations she hid in her room. Hunk hated it when things weren't organized – he was an engineer, after all. Allura and Coran aren't interested in invading other people's privacy. Shiro would occasionally knock from time to time to check on her, but he wouldn't bother turning the lights on, entering the room, or looking around, so it was safe. Which left Keith and Lance.
Keith had zero fucks to give when it comes to anything urgent. Sure, he wouldn't just enter someone else's space without permission, but once the guy thinks that what he's there for is more important than anything else including privacy, he would barge in without a word and not care no matter how many times you yell at him for entering. He would, most likely, yell back.
And it just so happened that the day Pidge brought home her secret, it just had to be Keith who was the first to enter her room unannounced.
“Pidge, training deck now. Shiro has something to-- what's that?” Keith turned his attention to a certain trash at the corner of the room, but before he could process what exactly it was, Pidge flung herself in front of his eyes, throwing a blanket behind her.
“Nothing, really! Just a new robot prototype I've been working on.” She had gotten better at lying, silently wishing that Keith didn't have enough time to even recognize who the piece of trash lump was.
It was a good thing that Keith gave zero fucks about anything else, because he didn't question her any further. Or maybe he already knows and just chooses not to say anything about it. After all, Keith figured that she was a girl before she even said anything at all. He once again, reminded her of the urgent meeting in the training room, before finally leaving.
Pidge should get to work soon.
Making a mess was easy enough, since she had enough machines and hoarded lots of clutter to scatter on the floor, making sure that stepping would prove to be hard enough for anyone to enter. Lance was, surprisingly, a neat and finicky person so he would be easy to ward off with just a few garbage here and there.
And the plan worked. Not long after, Keith barely steps inside the room for fear that he might break something on the floor. Hunk refuses to even open the door. Shiro didn't have to enter to check on her, as usual, and Lance…
“Woah, what the quiznack, Pidge? It's like the aftermath of a tornado!”
Frankly-speaking, Lance didn't care about the trash. He would complain, but he didn't really care. He'd still walk into the room and drag her out whenever he felt like it. The first time, Pidge had to grab her pet and hide it with her pillows while she shoved Trash Lance under her bed. Lance had been at the doorway the moment she panicked so he didn't really notice, since he was busy complaining.
Pidge had to resort to Plan B.
She installed a security system outside her door so it would detect Lance from a few meters away. Using Galra drone parts, same with Rover, she successfully created an invisible scanner and now she could prepare in advance whenever Lance was about to invade her space.
But Lance wasn't the only problem in this scenario. His counterparts were also hard to deal with.
Caterpillar Lance was just as curious as he was.
The little creature would fly around and check out every single clutter all over Pidge's room. It would often do so every time her scanners would alert her that Lance was going to arrive any moment, much to her dismay. She would desperately try to jump and catch it, always barely making it in time before Lance appears on the doorway, completely oblivious about the way she catches her breath when he does.
What was more annoying was the fact that the creature gets hungry.
It was logical. All living things get hungry and this was no robot. This was an actual living thing and she couldn't just let it starve in her room. Finding out its diet was a challenge. Sneaking its food into her room, even more so.
“Uh, Pidge. What exactly are you going to do with that? I mean, hey, you're supposed to eat it since it's, well, food. But… I thought you said you hated veggies?” One night, Hunk caught her piling up her plate with food goo and a bunch of unrecognizable space vegetables from the fridge. He must have been up for a midnight snack, and she was not pleased.
“Uh, I was going to try some since I was… hungry.” Lying to Hunk was one of the toughest things to do, seeing as how observant the fellow was. From the looks of his face, Pidge was sure he wasn't buying it.
He tilted his head in suspicion, eyeing Pidge. “No, no, no. I swear I left some desserts in the fridge and knowing you, you wouldn't choose veggies over sweets anytime.” Pidge definitely hated the fact that literally everyone in the ship knew that she loved sweets like any girl would. She shouldn't have disclosed that much info about herself.
“Fine. I was going to do a few biology tests in my room since I have always wondered if the materials that comprised Earth plants are the same as the ones in space. Green's hidden power got my gears up and running.” If there were any higher beings in space, she surely needed them any moment now. She also felt bad about always using Green as an excuse, but what choice does she have?
Science was enough to convince Hunk that she wasn't going to feed a living creature in her room, as he let her go after a few discussions about galactic theories.
Her heart felt a bit warm and happy when her little companion loved the veggies and that her efforts weren't all in vain.
Days passed by and Pidge proceeded as normal. Shoving Trash Lance under her bed whenever her scanners alerted her, hiding her friend with her pillows, spending her days and nights in Green's hangar so no one would come looking for her in her room, sneaking out food from the fridge, and all in all, just doing missions with her teammates. Everything was going by smoothly and she finally found her brother after all this time.
She introduced him to her room, suddenly remembering that Trash Lance and Caterpillar Lance weren't hidden. Thankfully, Matt didn't notice anything. The tour around the castle ended peacefully and preparations for the next battle were being discussed thoroughly.
Pidge retreated to her room after a long day, bothered by the fact that Lotor just technically saved them all. It was a suspicious act for her, but she didn't have the energy to think about that now. She held the plate of veggies closer, feeling guilty for not leaving out food for Caterpillar Lance the whole time.
As she stepped closer to her door, her heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened when she saw that it was wide open. Her ears started ringing as she sprinted towards her room in horror, not caring if the veggies were falling from the plate by how fast she was running.
Turning on the lights, her eyes quickly looked around. Trash Lance was still there at the corner. Her room was still a mess. Everything was normal, she thought. Her breath hitched when she realized that something was terribly wrong.
Caterpillar Lance was missing.
Panicking, Pidge dropped the plate hastily on her bed, throwing off all pillows from her bed and mentally cursing herself for leaving the door unlocked before leaving for battle. She even searched every drawer and under the bed, but she couldn't find him. Her friend was tiny and small and that would mean she would have to search for every possible nook and cranny in the castle if it decided to wander off.
“You've got to be kidding me!” She ran outside her room once again, panting and swearing from time to time in between her short breaths. She first searched the lounge. No sign of it. She made a mental note never to run into Keith or Shiro at this time because having to come up with an excuse today didn't sound very appealing to her.
She searched the training room, Green's hangar, and literally the whole castle. A hand fell to her chest as she heaved in large amounts of air. Looking up, she opened the door to the last room she hasn't looked into yet.
Kaltenecker's area.
As she stepped in and almost got blinded by how sunny the surroundings were, her eyes could hardly make out the figure from afar.
It wasn't Kaltenecker. Her heart seemed to have started beating faster and she was sure it was no longer adrenaline.
Before she could say anything, Lance turned around and spotted her. A goofy grin was plastered on his face and on his shoulders was the very thing that Pidge was trying to keep away from Lance. “Pidge! Look, this little guy followed me all the way to my room so I thought it would be nice for Kaltenecker to meet him.” He gestured to Caterpillar Lance, which was perched on his shoulder and staring at him.
Pidge froze. Caterpillar Lance knows him and intentionally followed him.
The thought was funny enough that Pidge's shoulders started shaking. “Pidge?” Lance spoke once more, before her silent chuckling turned into full-blown laughter. She tried to talk, but failed miserably. She looked up at Lance again, his confused expression transforming into a wide smile. “Well, I'm glad you're happy, Pidge. Kaltenecker liked him, as well.”
Her cheeks flushed at his words. He obviously had no idea that it was her who brought the caterpillar into the ship. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.” She smiled back at him.
“Come to think of it, wasn't this what Allura and Coran were talking about? The little caterpillar-like beings that helped you build that satellite? If you brought one home, why did you choose blue?”
Quiznack.
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tihnixx · 7 years ago
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PIDGANCE MONTH-DAY 25 : snow day
merry christmas everyone!
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tear22voltronshipping · 7 years ago
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Day 31 Pidgance Month: Resolution 
For the upcoming year... they become husband and wife?
@pidgancemonth2017
Date: Dec 31
Sorry everyone I honestly could not think of another idea for this prompt. So this is purely self indulgent. XD
Happy New Years to everyone and thank you for joining me in this Pidgance Month Journey! It was super fun! 
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wateryourplance · 7 years ago
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Just Like Heaven (Lance/Pidge)
(Pidgance Month, Day 3: homesickness | I tried being different and also thank you guys for your support I appreciate you all aaaa and is it just me or are these getting longer and longer? Aged up Pidge and Lance, even in the memories.)
Lance smiled softly at his girlfriend. “You look amazing, Jessica.”
Jessica giggled as she did a little twirl, a nervous smile etched on her face. “You sure?” She examined the emerald green dress she was wearing in the mirror. “Green’s not my colour and I don’t really like it.”
That sentence made Lance’s smile falter, but it went unnoticed by Jessica. It wasn’t Jessica’s colour, yes, but it was definitely a certain someone else’s colour. His heart sped just thinking about Her. Not Jessica, Her. He shrugged those intrusive thoughts off, focusing on the now. “Well your boyfriend happens to like green, and I think you look amazing.” He teased, planting a kiss on her forehead. “So take it.” 
“Whatever you say, Lancey-pie.” Jessica countered as she dimpled prettily at him, reentering the changing room. “I’ll j
Lance sighed deeply as he clasped a hand over his chest, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat. 
He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about Her - he had to be thinking about Jessica, his current girlfriend. He had to be thinking about how hot Jessica looked in that tight, green dress of hers that hugged every curve on her body, but his thoughts always seemed to involuntarily just…move to Her. How painfully adorable She had looked wearing Her usual casual baggy clothes that had hung so loosely on Her body, hiding Her petite frame. She didn’t have the body that made most men , but She had Her intellect, Her quick tongue, Her adorable face, Her prowess and Her quirky personality. 
And that.
That was the hottest thing Lance could ever imagine.
‘No. Stop it. What’re you doing? This is wrong. You should be ashamed.’ He mentally scolded, his hands balling into fists. ‘You’re horrible. You have a girlfriend. Think about Jessica, not Her. Stop it.’
Lance knew he needed to stop. 
But he didn’t want to.
“Alright, let’s go pay!”
Jessica’s airy voice snapped him back into reality as she dragged him to the counter, paying for the dress and bragging to chatting up the teller about Lance. 
Lance excused himself outside, exiting the store.
The wind brushed through his hair, ruffling it ever-so-slightly. He breathed the air in deeply as if he could to selfishly take everything in. He closed his eyes, receiving odd looks from people. But he didn’t care. Mainly because he couldn’t see their reactions.
He stood their for who knows how long, his eyes shut tight, the busy sounds of the city becoming like white noise. A wave of nostalgia washed over him, and a chill went down his spine. It was almost like he could see them again, wearing their armours with Shiro discussing their plan. Shiro, Allura, Hunk, Keith, Coran, Her - it felt so real.
Then someone tugged on his sleeve.
Lance opened one eye to see his girlfriend smiling in amusement at him. “What’s going on, babe?” 
“Uh, nothing.” He chuckled nervously. “Tired, I guess.”
Jessica frowned. “Sorry, I couldn’t choose one.”
Lance almost felt himself frown as well. Not out of pity, but out of disappointment. She would’ve told him to ‘live through it’ or something. She would’ve laughed at his expense. She would’ve reacted so…differently.
But Lance knew it was so wrong and unfair of him to compare Her and Jessica. They weren’t the same. Never was, never will be. He couldn’t just ask Jessica to chop her hair off one day and dye her blonde hair into a light brown and to suddenly, magically be extremely smart and witty.
“It’s fine. Can we just head home now?” Lance fake-yawned, draping an arm on his girlfriend’s shoulders.
Jessica’s eyes widened. “We’re not eating anymore?”
“Nooo.” Lance whined as they began walking. “We’re still eating. What time is it anyways?”
“Time for lunch.” Jessica joked, snaking an arm around his waist. “Lemme guess, Italian?”
“You know me so well.”
“You’re Italian! It’s a sin to not know how to cook!” Lance gasped in horror as Pidge typed rapidly on her laptop like there was no tomorrow.
Pidge shrugged. “And you’re Cuban. Isn’t it a sin to be horrible at dancing?” She quipped without tearing her gaze from her screen.
“I dance well, excuse you!”
“Yeah, sure. Tell that to my left foot.”
“But Pidge!” Lance insisted, purposefully switching the subject. “Are you absolutely one hundred and one percent sure you can’t cook anything Italian? I freakin’ miss pasta and pizza and all that…”
Pidge finally slammed her laptop shut in irritation, glaring at Lance. “I’ve told you once and I’ll say it again: I can’t cook.”
“Fiiiine.”
“But.”
Lance perked up as he stared at her, the suspense giving him goosebumps. “But what?”
“But Matt can make a mean–”
“No thanks.”
Pidge pouted, crossing her arms. “I thought you were desperate! Matt can cook, you know!”
“I wanted it to be made by you.” Lance implored as he fell on his knees. “Pwease, Pidge?”
She scoffed, “Fine.”
“Yes!”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
So Pidge did end up cooking Lance spaghetti (the only thing she could remember) as he watched her intently. He had offered to help whenever she’d release a profanity, but she always assured him that she had ‘everything under control’ (she didn’t).
When she finally finished, she looked like complete and utter shit. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were stained with red sauce. Her eye was twitching as she threw the plate in front of him. “Eat it!” She yelled, exasperated.
“Thanks, Pidge. Love you!” Lance giggled, blowing her a kiss. She rolled her eyes as she took a seat next to him, anticipating his reaction. He didn’t hesitate in taking a huge bite, hungrily chewing away.
Oh dear God.
It tasted horrible.
He tried his best not to make a face, but the spaghetti was just so atrocious. He gulped it all anyways, smiling awkwardly at Pidge. “Yuuum!” He lied.
“It’s horrible, I know.” She sighed. “You really should’ve asked Hunk or Matt instead.”
“No, it’s fine! It may be…uh, frankly, gross.”
Pidge rolled her eyes.
“But! But it was made out of love!” Lance defended. “It’s not the best, but you went out of your way to whip something up for me, and you put in so much effort. So your cooking’s a negative one over ten, but your wifey-ness is an infinity over ten for me.” He grinned.
Pidge blushed deeply, but smiled anyways. “You’re a huge dork, you know that?”
Lance nodded vigorously. “I know.” He took another bite, making him shudder. “Oh God, it gets worse and worse with each bite.”
But he ended up finishing everything.
Thus spending the night on the toilet.
“Enjoy your meal.”
“Thanks…” Lance muttered, glaring staring at the well-made spaghetti in front of him with a doubtful glint in his eyes. He knew for certain that this spaghetti wouldn’t taste as awful as Hers did.
Jessica cleared her throat, “Everything okay?”
“It looks…really good.” He murmured.
“It does. Why aren’t you eating yet?” Jessica asked before taking a bite of her own ordered meal, clearly confused. “Do you wanna order something else?”
Lance shook his head, feeling like he was a kid again with the tone his girlfriend was using. He picked up his fork, taking a measly amount of the spaghetti. He slowly brought it to his mouth, taking in the taste.
It wasn’t just ‘really good’.
It was absolutely divine.
Lance didn’t like it. 
It didn’t taste disgusting like Hers.
“You don’t like it?” Jessica asked, frowning. 
“Not my taste, but passable.” He lied as he continued stuffing his face with the pasta, trying to avoid a conversation.
The two continued their meal silently, exchanging very few words. Eventually, they had finished, Lance desperately begging Jessica to not chat the waitress up. They got themselves a taxi, cuddling up as the driver drove to their place. “Lance?” Jessica called.
“Yeah, Jess?”
“What do you miss the most from your days away from earth?”
Lance immediately felt uncomfortable as soon as the driver tried to look over his shoulder, surprised. “Oh, sir! You were one of the…what was it? Paladins of Voltron, right! My son’s a huge fan!” The cabbie announced. “If it isn’t too much, can I…can I get a picture when we arrive? It’s my son’s birthday in a week and I haven’t really though of anything to give him…”
Lance forced a grin. “No problem! Even a video of me greeting him’s totally fine.” He added kindly.
Don’t get him wrong, he was fine with the attention.
But his girlfriend always seemed to be announcing it to the world, but he didn’t want to think she had malicious intent (even though it had been happening too frequently).
“Hearing the adventures you went on’s just…it really amazes me. Like, wow you actually met aliens!” The cabbie continued. “It’s too bad you don’t do that anymore.”
Lance winced. “It is.”
It really was too bad.
He missed the thrill, the excitement, the injuries he sustained, the training, Voltron, his friends - he missed it all.
He even missed the feeling of longing to go home. He missed sneaking into Her room late at night, barging in without Her permission. He missed seeing Her sound asleep. Then he’d wake Her up (much to Her irritation), but She’d still let him stay and talk about what he missed about earth, snuggled up against each other. They talked about his past, his family and what he’d do once he returned to earth.
He was happy to say that he’d done most of what he planned on doing.
Except for one thing.
“When I return to earth…” Lance breathed, resting his chin on her head. “I’m gonna buy a mini-fridge.”
Pidge laughed softly, intertwining their fingers as she snuggled closer to him. “Why?”
“I dunno. I just really need one.” Lance buried his nose into her hair, inhaling her delicious scent. “Fine, that’s a lie. When I was like five I dreamt I befriended a mini-fridge. His name was Arnold.”
Pidge snorted. “Arnold?”
“You can’t judge people for their names.” He admonished jokingly. “Arnold was a really cool guy.”
“Pun intended?”
“Nope, but thanks for pointing that out.”
She giggled, closing her eyes. “Go on.”
“He’d take me to all these really weird places like under the sea, my older sister’s basement and Canada.” Lance smiled upon hearing his girlfriend stifle another laugh. “When I woke up, I cried so much my mum didn’t let me go to school that day. So I vowed to find Arnold.”
“That’s cute.” Pidge yawned. “Is that all?”
“Well…” Lance pondered. “There’s actually one more thing.”
“Mm?”
“When we return to earth, I’m gonna surprise you by asking you to marry me.”
Pidge chuckled. “That doesn’t make it a surprise anymore, smartass.”
“But you won’t know when I’ll be popping the question.” Lance rubbed circles on her hand with his thumb. “Question is: will you say yes?”
Pidge looked up at him, lovingly gazing at him with sleepy eyes. “Did you ever doubt it?”
Lance leaned forward, their lips brushing lightly against each other. “No, actually.”
“Then why’d you have to ask?” She quipped, finally letting their lips meet properly. It was a half-assed kiss, but it was sweet and pure. It didn’t last long either, but that was fine with them.
“I love you so much, Future-Mrs. McClain.”
“I know you do.”
“Well, mister, we’re here.” The cabbie announced. “Are we still game with that picture or video?”
Lance nodded as he paid the driver, smiling. “What’s your kid’s name, by the way?”
“Matthew.”
“Like Pidge’s brother.” He blurted before he could stop himself. He immediately recovered. “So, uh, how’re we doing this?”
Lance took off his used shirt and put on a clean one, throwing the used article into his laundry basket. He groaned loudly, causing Jessica to poke her head from their bathroom, a confused look on her face dripping.
“Jessica,” he began, “we…we went over this so many times.”
As Jessica dried her face, she sauntered clumsily towards him, taking the place next to him on the bed. “Went over what?”
“You know, talking about Voltron publicly.”
“Oh.” She lowered the face towel to her lap. “I didn’t think he’d hear. Plus, I thought you loved the attention.”
Lance sighed. “I do, but…I want it to come naturally, okay? I’m happy you’re proud of me but it makes me feel,” ‘like I’m just your accessory.’ “it makes me feel awkward.”
Jessica frowned. “Sorry, sweetie. I just thought–”
“Save it.”
Jessica’s eyes widened at his blunt remark. He looked visibly guilty about it, but he remained silent. “I’m going to bed.” She murmured, ending the short-lived conversation.
“Okay.” He croaked, standing up. “I’ll…watch something.”
“I thought you were tired.”
“Not anymore.” 
And with that, he left their bedroom, finding himself in the kitchen. He leaned against the island and braced himself for another memory.
“Lance…” Pidge moaned as Lance peppered her neck with kisses. “What if someone hears us?”
“Their fault for listening.” He answered, too excited to worry about anyone walking into them.
“We should take this to the bedroom…” Pidge let out another mewl as Lance placed her on one of the islands of the Castle’s kitchen. “A kitchen,” she panted as Lance bit down on a sensitive spot, “isn’t exactly the best place to do this…! Mm, Lance…”
Lance chuckled deeply. “You kidding me? The kitchen’s one of the kinkiest places to do this in.”
“Everyone’ll– mm…h-hear…”
“So?”
“Lance…” she whined as he finally pulled away. “This is like Hunk’s sacred place.”
Lance rolled his eyes carelessly as he pressed their foreheads together, deep blue eyes meeting with light amber ones. “He won’t have to know. Come on, Pidge. We’ll do what we did last week in my room. I still got those c-shaped thingies on my back, y’know. More are always welcome to the collection.”
“So that’s why you haven’t been swimming.” Pidge said in realisation, kissing him lightly. “Fine. I guess no one’ll be in the kitchen this early.”
“Attagirl.” Lance humoured, roughly capturing her lips with his own fervently.
“Lance, Pidge? What are you guys doing up so early– AHH, MY EYES! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS IN MY SACRED TEMPLE?”
Lance chuckled fondly at the memory. He recalled Hunk frantically lecturing them about where to do the do (”THE KITCHEN. IS. NOT. A. MO-TEL!”). Poor Hunk slept in the kitchen that night to make sure it was safe from intruders.
She and Lance had vowed never to do it in the kitchen. Ever.
Lance felt as if Keith’s blade had struck his heart as a painful sensation invaded his chest. He gripped the edge of the counter until his knuckles turned white, hoping the pain would go away soon. This pain was all figurative, of course, but it didn’t mean it didn’t affect him at all. 
At this point Lance was certain he couldn’t stop.
It wasn’t possible.
“Pidge…” Lance whispered, cupping her cheek. “What are you saying?”
“I can’t stay here, Lance.” Pidge choked up a sob as crystalline tears rolled down her face. Lance tenderly wiped them away, listening to her whimpers thought they pained him. “Earth isn’t…it’s not my home anymore.”
Lance felt tears of his own form, blurring his vision. “You need to think this through.” He croaked as he brought one of her hands to his lips, kissing it sweetly.
“I did think it over.” She retorted, her bottom lip quivering. Her eyes were firm, yet quite frankly, sceptical. And yet her voice was determined, unlike her betraying eyes. “The Galra may be defeated, but that doesn’t guarantee that the universe doesn’t need Voltron anymore.”
“But your parents! Y-you haven’t seen them in such a long time. Are you really leaving them?” Lance pressed, desperate to get her to stay.
Pidge’s eyes shot downwards; an act of guilt. “I’ve spoken to them about it and…” she breathed in deeply, “and they’re letting me go. Shiro, Keith, Hunk and I are leaving in three days. And Matt said he’ll catch up with us in three months.”
Lance couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe any of this.
He felt like his whole world was going up in flames, destroying all his hopes and dreams.
“Pidge, this…this is your home!” He cried as he took a step back from her. “Your family’s here! Your people are here! I’m here!”
Pidge slightly jerked upon hearing the last sentence, but she stood perfectly still. “I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked.
No.
No, no, no, no.
“Are you even listening to yourself?!” Lance demanded hoarsely as he grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him with bloodshot eyes. “What about us?! What’ll happen to us?!”
Pidge winced, her voice barely audible. “It’ll have to end then.”
Lance’s heart shattered into a million pieces as his grip on her shoulders loosened, his eyes wide. “Pidge,” he snickered timidly, “you…you don’t mean that. D-do you?”
“I love you, Lance.” Pidge declare shakily. “But this can’t work out.”
“It can and will work out.” Lance swore, trying to spark hope in such a helpless situation. “We worked things out in the middle of a space war, why can’t we work it out now?”
Pidge smiled sadly as he pulled him down by his collar, letting their lips collide. It was so raw and full of emotion, their heartaches becoming one through a single kiss.
For a moment, it was calm. He was in pure bliss. He was in heaven.
Then she pulled away.
Lance hadn’t noticed how soaked his shirt was with his tears.
That fateful day was still so vivid, the wound still fresh.
Almost every negative emotion overwhelmed him as he buried his face into his hands, sobbing bitterly.
He should’ve gone after Her.
He should’ve said more to let Her stay.
He should’ve gone with Her.
He should’ve done something instead of just gaping at Her, watching Her leave in front of his very eyes.
He should’ve at least showed up the day they left.
Lance felt horrible.
It was heavy. The weight of his guilt was heavy.
The guilt of letting her go. The guilt of letting his friends go. The guilt of letting his family go.
The guilt of letting his home go.
And it all finally made sense to him.
He wasn’t lost or confused anymore.
He had to go home and fulfil his promise to her.
“Come back, Lance…” Pidge whispered to herself, hugging her knees to her chest. “I miss you.”
She swore she felt His arms around her, His voice low and assuring. ‘I’m coming home.’
And for some strange reason, she knew that she needed to trust that.
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pidganceshitposting · 7 years ago
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Plance is the most wholesome ship ever
You can’t tell me otherwise
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