You could feel his piercing eyes skimming over your body again.
Ever since Lotor proclaimed he was on your guys’ side, the Galra man had been eyeing you every chance he could and needless to say, it was getting on your nerves.
“Alright, great job team!” Coran’s voice broke you of your wondering thoughts as you smiled up at the screen joining in on congratulating the team on another successful mission. Placing a hand on your wide hip, you glanced back at the purple skinned man and gave him a glare.
Keeping your voice down so Coran wouldn’t hear, you hissed out words hoping to stop his stares. “Look Lotor, I’m not sure what’s so fascinating about me, but stop staring, got it?” Removing your hand from your hip, you crossed your arms over your chest as you gave him your best resting bitch face.
Seeing a dust of color go across his purple cheeks made you curious as he cleared his throat before addressing you.
“Do forgive me (Y/N), it’s just that…” Before he could finish his thought, the doors of the control room slid open; the team piling into the room and a certain blue paladin bounding over to you with a smirk on his face.
“(Y/N), my favorite girl, this creep bothering you?” Throwing his arms over your shoulders, he brought your soft form to his as you remained stiff.
“Lance, I’m fine. I can take care of myself.” Trying to pull yourself from his grip was futile as he kept a firm grasp on your shoulder. Sighing, your gaze went back up to Lotor who was glaring at Lance’s hand as if the limb would fall off the harder he looked at it.
“I know you can baby, but wouldn’t it be easier if I just took care of you?” Giving you a flashy smile, the blue paladin moved his hand down to your plush waist. Giving a quick glance to Lotor, his eyes were glued on Lance’s hand which was now giving your soft waist a squeeze. You swore lasers would shoot out of his eyes if he stared any harder.
Shoving Lance’s hand off your body, you took a step to the side, putting space between you and the very flirty Cuban man.
“No. Why don’t you try wooing some alien girl, you’ll have better luck at that.” With those words, you started making your way out of the control room needing to talk to Pidge A.S.A.P.
Lance stared wide eyed at the door you just left out of. “Was it something I said?”
Lotor scoffed and glared at the paladin. “More like everything you just did.” Quickly turning toward the Prince, Lance sent him a glare.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Easy, (Y/N) didn’t want your filthy hands on her like that,” Lotor turned and started making his way out of the control room too before turning back to Lance.
“Besides, why would she waste time with a measly human like yourself when she could have a Galra Prince?” Giving the blue paladin a smirk, Lotor made his way out, fully hoping to find you somewhere in the castle.
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“Ugggh, why’s this so weird?” You threw your head back in frustration as Pidge gave you a pointed look as she continued typing away trying to crack some new code.
“It’s not weird at all, isn’t that what boys usually do?” Glancing back at the green paladin you sat back up, crossing your legs and leaning over a bit to see the many lines of ones and zeros blinking back at you.
“Honestly Pidge, I don’t know. This is my first real experience with boys acting like this.” After you said those words, the most amazing thing happened, Pidge stopped working.
“Wait, what?” Apparently this new information was shocking enough for her to stop her research and actually have a legitimate “girl talk” as they say.
“Y-You stopped working…” Glancing at the girl and the computer, you were speechless.
“Yeah, yeah, I can stop when I want you know, but back to you,” Pidge scooted closer to you “what do you mean you’ve never experienced something like this before?” Putting her chin in her hands she was ready to hear you explain; clearly very interested.
Gulping, you were suddenly nervous with Pidge’s attention all on you now. Playing with your soft hands a bit, you glanced back up at the girl.
“W-well, I’m always used to guys just ya… know passing by me and all especially with how I look.” You could see Pidges brow quick up.
“Your look?” She scanned you up and down, finding nothing out of the ordinary as you just laughed at how hard she was trying to crack your words.
“No, no, my clothing weren’t the problem Pidge, it was my weight.” Still, the green paladin was lost entirely on where you were taking the conversation.
Sighing, you continued on. “I’m not like many girls- skinny, fragile, easy to carry… you know what I’m saying.” You looked back up at Pidge. “Needless to say, many guys didn’t find me attractive because I didn’t have those qualities they wanted so I was always passed by.”
The smaller girl nodded, finally understanding what you were trying to say. “Well, it’s honestly their loss, small or not, you’re amazing (Y/N) and by what you told me, Lance and Lotor think so too.” Giving you a sly grin, she got back up and went to her computer leaving you there with a blush on your chubby cheeks.
“P-Pidge, come back here, what the hell does that mean you cheeky brat!” Scrambling to your feet you chased after the laughing girl.
Unknown to the both of you, two men were listening to the whole thing and that’s where they shook hands, indicating the start of a race to win your heart.
