Pidge Ship Week

By royal decree and absolute necessity, Zaggar Week 2017 is coming your way this 24th to 30th of November. Your participation in this auspicious occasion is highly encouraged. Fanarts, fanfics, fanmixes, cosplays, all Zaggar content is accepted to show your dedication to our beloved Emperor and Empress.

Submission of prompts has already begun and we are accepting until October 31st, but a little due diligence does not hurt anyone. Submit them here! Voting shall begin thereafter.

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Day 8 of Pidge Ship week. @pidgeshipweek

The sun was just beginning to peep over the horizon.

The birds were chirping.

The trees lining the road rustled slightly with the wind.

And Keith Kogane was late for class.

As he sprinted down the paved path leading to the lecture hall, he unlocked his phone and scrolled through his messages, cringing at the latest ones.

8:45

theultimatesharpshooter: ur so dead mullet XD

honkyhunk: Dude, where are you? 

cheerios: keith hunk said you weren’t at breakfast, are you okay?

cheerios: don’t you have a lecture at 830?

He groaned, and exited out of the texts, slowing down the tiniest bit as he neared the crosswalk.

He was so screwed-

Suddenly, a screech tore through the air, and he stumbled back as a motorcycle  raced past him, the figure perched on it with a green helmet obscuring their face.

“What the hell?” He shouted after it. 

The figure raised a hand in greeting as they sped off into the distance.

And Keith Kogane stood in the street, red in the face, staring into thin air.

“What happened to you?” Lance said, leaning over as Keith quietly stuffed his bag under his chair.

Their professor, a middle-aged man with a bushy mustache and a cheerful disposition named Mr. Coran, continued to talk animatedly while gesturing around the front of the hall.

“Got….got a little sidetracked.” Keith mumbled back.

(He actually would’ve made it on time if not for the ten minutes he spent sprinting after the motorcyclist, shouting obscenities).

“What did I miss?”

Lance shrugged. “Eh. I’ve been on Snapchat the entire time.”

“Knew it.”

Suddenly, the backdoor to the hall creaked loudly, and Keith whipped his head around.

There was a girl in a green sweatshirt standing in the doorway, face flushed, and hair wind-blown. She quietly slipped into a seat in the back, and busied herself with opening her notebook. 

“Well, it looks like you weren’t the last one after all.” Lance guffawed, and continued to scroll through Snapchat.

Keith frowned the tiniest bit.

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: G Warnings: None Relationships: Pidge | Katie Holt/Shiro

Day 3: Sacrifice 

Day 7: Nature

IM SO LATE WITH THIS

This made me so frustrated. But I hope you enjoy it regardless.

0Day 4: Selfishness

@lotidge  I blame you

Read it on AO3!

Allura had been confused but accommodating of Pidge’s request to repurpose the pool deck.  Hunk had been bemused but willing to help her haul enormous boxes of finely crushed glass into her new experiment space.  Nobody dared to ask what she was working on, or why she disappeared in there whenever she wasn’t needed and many of the times she was.  None of her friends knew that she had vowed to mimic nature itself.

Aside from during battles, Pidge’s exchanges mostly involved making strange requests and cryptic comments.

“What do you need extra artificial gravity generators for?” Coran would ask.  Pidge would simply smirk at him.

“Why did you order this much salt, Hunk?” Keith would demand, staring at the pile of shipping crates.  Hunk would protest that he hadn’t, and Pidge would fess up, never explaining her motivation.

“What’s with the giant fish tank?”  Lance would try to sound nonchalant, but his face would betray his interest.  Pidge would wink at him and retreat into her project.

After many, many long vargas of work and no sleep, Pidge finally completed her project.  When she switched on the gravity generators and found that she had them perfectly calibrated at last, she pumped the air with a fist.  “Yes!”  Quickly shutting off the generators, the lights, and the fans, she slammed the door shut and ran to the bridge.  “Lance!  I need you!”

Lance leaped to his feet.  “What is it?  What’s wrong?”

Unwilling to give away the surprise, Pidge grabbed him by the arm, dragging him to the elevator that would lead to the repurposed pool deck.  “I can’t wait for you to see it,” she enthused as they ascended toward her creation.

“See what, exactly?”

“A thing I made for you.”  She grinned, practically bouncing with nervous excitement.  She had never done something this huge just on a whim before, and she hoped Lance would like it.

The elevator slowed to a halt, and Pidge took Lance’s hand.  “Close your eyes.”

“Okay…”  Still looking confused, Lance did as she instructed.  He gripped her hand tightly as she led him through the hallways to the door of her creation.  When she stopped to open the door, he asked, “Can I open them?”

“Not quite yet.  Stay here.”  Pulling Lance just barely into the room and closing the door behind him, Pidge flipped her master switch.  The gravity generators, set up with the exact angles and intensity of Earth and its moon at high tide, activated and set the water in motion.  Projectors hidden around the room turned the dome she had built within the pool deck into a pale blue sky with white clouds scudding across it and a light modeled to match the heat and light emission of their sun shining down on the sand.  A gentle breeze, tinged with the scent of salt, ruffled their hair.  “Now you can open them.”

Lance opened his eyes, blinking against the sudden brightness.  “Pidge, you didn’t.”

“I did.”

“Is this what you’ve been working on for the last four phoebs?”

Pidge nodded.  “Do you like it?”  In response, Lance turned away, and Pidge’s heart sank.  “I messed up, didn’t I?”

Silence.

“I mean, I knew you missed Earth and home, so I thought maybe if I made you a beach, it might make you feel better.  It’s the best I could do, but I guess it’s not natural, and it’s not really Earth…”

Mind and Body (A story for @pidgeshipweek​ - Day 8: [free day] • Feral)

T; 5.4k Keith/Pidge

An attack targeting the mind has a different effect on Keith than anyone could have predicted.

Read it on AO3!

Shiro’s voice sounded over the comms in Pidge’s helmet.  “We’ve made it out.  Just waiting on the two of you.”

“Roger that,” Pidge replied.  “I have the file, I just need to—”

Lance burst into Lotor’s bedroom.  “Pidge!  Incoming!”

Pidge cursed.  Lotor wasn’t supposed to be back for another two vargas at least!  She glanced around for an exit, but Lotor’s caution was her downfall; there were no windows and no air vents, and one door, which led to the sitting room where Lance had been keeping watch.  Her eyes landed on the closet door.  It’ll have to do.  Grabbing Lance by the arm, she darted inside, shutting the door behind them just as Lotor entered his room.

“Pidge?  What’s your status?”  Shiro sounded alarmed, and Pidge couldn’t blame him.

“Hiding,” she whispered, afraid to reveal Lance’s and her presence to Lotor.  “It may be a while.”  She turned off her comms so the voices and signals wouldn’t give her away, and noticing what she was doing, Lance did the same.

As it became clear that Lotor had yet to notice their presence, Pidge’s heartbeat settled, and she began to be uncomfortably aware that she was enclosed in an awfully tight space.  In the dark.  With Lance.  Her face burned, and she had to force herself not to flinch away from him.

He must have picked up on her sudden tension.  “Is everything all right?” he asked in the barest whisper.  Pidge tensed, but it seemed Lotor’s pointy ears had failed to pick up Lance’s inquiry.

“Peachy,” she whispered back.  Breathe, Pidge.  This is for the mission, nothing more.

The ticks passed in ever-increasingly uncomfortable silence, unbroken except for the pad, pad, pad of Lotor’s pacing footsteps on the thick carpet.  The beeps and blips of his computer.  The distant, ever-present hum of the ship’s engine.  The nervous, deliberate breathing of two invaders trying not be heard.

Thump.  Pidge started in alarm before realizing the sound was most likely Lotor flopping onto his bed in much the way she did after a long day.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”  Though Lance’s voice never rose above a faint whisper, his concern was nonetheless evident.

Pidge gritted her teeth.  “I’m fine.”

“If you say so.”

A pause.

“I’m not fine.”

“We’ll make it out of here.”

“And then what?”  Pidge tried to keep her voice from rising.  “We’ll keep fighting the Galra, never quite winning, never quite losing, and sometimes it feels like it’s never going to end and I’ll never find my family.  And what if someone dies and it’s my fault?  I don’t think I could live with myself if–”

“Shhh.”  Lance wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest, and she leaned into him, grateful for his support.  “I don’t know if you’re right or wrong, but I’m here for you no matter what.”

“Hopefully not ‘here’ as in ‘in this closet’ for much longer,” Pidge joked, her voice a little shaky.

Chapters: 7/8 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hunk/Pidge | Katie Holt

Let nature take it’s course.

Day 7 of Pidge Ship Week. @pidgeshipweek

She ran quickly through the forest.

Branches whipped her face, and scratched her arms, yet she did not bleed.

She had to find him before it was too late.

Already she could feel a stiffness in her legs, but she kept on running.

Trees slowly melted into one another, and a raven cawed.

She ran.

“Katrin!” She heard a yell, and she ran faster.

She had to see him one last time.

“It’s not safe!” The voice echoed through the woods. “Don’t do this!”

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, and she sprinted through the slowly thinning forest.

Suddenly, she stopped.

There he was.

He sat on the cliff where they had first met, feet slowly dangling off.

He was waiting for her.

A flower was clutched in his hand, and she staggered forward, grabbing on hold  to a nearby trunk to steady her.

She tried to call out his name, but nothing came out.

Her eyes widened in fear as she lost feeling in her legs.

Her arms grew heavy and she feel to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks.

It couldn’t end like this.

It couldn’t.

Lance sat on the cliff, staring at the setting sun.

He looked at his timepiece.

She hadn’t come.

And, heart heavy, he gathered up his coat and shoes, and set off down the path he had come, not stopping to admire the beautiful trees behind him.

For Pidge Ship Week 2017!

Summary: Lance and Keith decide a camping trip with their girlfriend is the perfect romantic getaway. Pidge disagrees. Strongly.

Pairing: Lance/Keith/Pidge

Also on AO3

Edit: 9/24/17 - reposting because the tags weren’t working properly. Hopefully this will fix it.

Day 7: Nature

Pidge was sure they were lost.

They had to be. There was no other explanation as to why her boyfriends were refusing to stop and make camp for the night, even as dusk rapidly approached.

She was exhausted and hot and sweaty in the worst kind of way. Her nose itched from the constant onslaught of polling wreaking havoc on her sinuses. Her calved ached and burned from the effort of trying to keep up with their much faster pace. Her backpack of bare essentials weighed heavily on her shoulders, making everything feel worse.