As a Paladin of Voltron, Lance had faced some of the biggest and baddest adversaries in the universe. But this...this was going to be the toughest mission of his life.
Lance drew in a deep, chest-expanding breath, centering himself and trying to slow his accelerating heartbeat.
What was it Shiro always told Keith? Something like, "Patience yields focus." Huh. That really didn't apply, but he needed some sort of calming mantra.
He settled on a very basic: "You've got this, you've got this, you've got this."
With his very best smile and in a low and smooth voice, he leaned into Pidge and said, "Algorithm? The only algorithm that matters is the love algorithm we'll run together."
He had put together several optimum science-y pickup lines, but this one seem appropriate as she was talking about some kind of code that would optimize their search for Galra bases in this sector of the universe.
Pick-up line delivered, he braced himself as he could see her cute little hands tightening into fists.
"Are you high?" Pidge said, giving him a hard shove. "Got into Coran's numvil again?" Despite the expected physical response, there was an adorable little smile on her face and her cheeks rosy with a blush.
Lance laughed, counting this as a success in Operation Win Pidge's Heart.
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This started out as this old drawing, below, based on a reference I found on Pinterest.
