I Love Pidgance

Me: I’ve got other things to work on. Brain: Draw same size mermaid au Plance. 

Lance and Pidge: yeah

Shiro: well that’s akward.

Lance: why?

Shiro: you can’t both be ‘babe”

Pidge: Erm yeah we can. We’re poly

Lance: though maybe we should switch up the pet names to make it easier

Hunk: good point let’s talk about it in bed tonight

Pidge: sounds good

the lineart is something i did for a discord event, someone else is coloring it but i wanted to see how it would look if i colored it

Hunk and Pidge share a sidelong glance.

Then they make space on their couch.

Thanks for the Ask!

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Pidge: I want the hottest thing you have.

Lance: I’m already here, beautiful.

Thought I should get this posted since it’s been lying on my documents forever.

Lance/Pidge

Rating: T for Pidge trying (and failing) to be sexy

Summery: 21 year old Pidge gets drunk and Lance being a good friend, decides to take her home. He should not be suffering like this.

Enjoy!

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Pidge was drunk. 

Katie Holt, genius, former green paladin of Voltron, universally famous tech expert, was drunk out of her mind, chatting with a guy whose name was probably Chad or John by the bar. 

Lance watched her, trying not to sulk as he nursed his half-drank glass of whiskey in a table in the other corner of the bar. 

He scowled when she giggled at something mr. perfect told her and slapped his arm playfully but rather clumsily. 

But when he placed his hand on her calf, leaning closer to her, he got up, his blood roaring in his ears. 

He barely registered walking over to them, but one second he was too far away and the next he had a hand on her shoulder, putting on a smile that came out looking more like a grimace. 

Pidge looked up and smiled lazily when she saw him. 

“Hey Lance” she said, her speech a little slurred. The moment she opened her mouth, Lance could smell the alcohol as if she wear breathing on his face. 

“You’re drunk, Pidge” he told her, and she looked at him like “duh”

He turned to the guy 

“I’m sorry, but I’m taking her home” 

He suspected that from his tone, the guy could tell he really wasn’t 

“Wait a moment” the guy complained “how do I know she’ll get back safely with you?”

Dammit, he was a nice guy. Lance hated it when they were nice guys. 

“I’m her best friend” 

And when the man looked skeptical, he tapped Pidge’s shoulder, she looked up

“Pidge, who am I?”

She grinned lazily at him, and he ordered himself not to dwell on how his heart skipped a beat when she looked at him with those honey-colored eyes 

“You’re Lance, my bff” she giggled, and the continued in a singsong voice “Lance Lance, Lancey-Lance, my sharpshooter”

Lance looked at the guy, pretending his cheeks weren’t turning red.

The guy, obviously annoyed Lance had ruined his fun, scowled and turned away, draining the last of his drink. 

Without further ado, Lance grabbed the girl’s arm and slung it over his shoulders, helping her stand up. 

Even with his help, her knees wobbled, and her black high heels shook, threatening to make her fall.

“Goodbye Jack!” She called, shouting louder than necessary.

Close enough, Lance though with a wry smile. 

Starry night 🌌

“He keeps me company. He takes care of me. He…” Pidge’s vision blurs. Her mind is in a fuzz. She’s not sure if she’s thinking of James or Lance or anyone for the matter. “He…He makes me feel safe.”

“…babe?” Nadia’s tone falters.

Pidge frowns down at her hands. Maybe Nadia and James aren’t that different from the Garrison. They tell her what to do, who to trust, where to hide…all for her to live with the guilt that her family died in vain.

“So what if I have feelings for him? What’s so wrong about that?”

Nadia is silent once more, but she opens her arms and Pidge crawls into them, letting the only other person she trusts with her life hold her close.

“I just want to feel something ,” she whispers. “Before I’m killed.”

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