seeds-of-the-garden

[seeds-of-the-garden]

PLANCE SOULMATE AU PLEASEEEE

@ziawushere did you order angst with a side of bi Pidge? Cause uh, that’s what came out of the kitchen.

Happy New Year! Kicking off 2021 with an extra long seed to make things bright.

The ‘Might Be’s and the ‘Hasn’t Been’s

Tequila wasn’t her poison of choice — and drinking alone at the Garrison bar definitely wasn’t her thing — but today, maybe it was needed.

Isabella Anderson. The pale grey letters curled around her wrist, spelling out the name in a beautiful cursive Pidge could never hope to achieve herself. She’d traced the curve of each letter over and over every day for decades, wondering about the woman who wrote it, but they’d never met. Pidge had been in space, fighting a war, and Isabella had been on Earth...dying in it.

She should feel something, right? Heartbroken? Sad? As a paladin, Pidge was one of the few people who could stop the war, so technically it could be classed as her fault. Where was the sting of failure?

Another sip, and the burn made her wince.

Maybe she should feel relieved. She’d never been one for the whole soulmate thing, and it hadn’t stopped her dating in the past. Now she could throw herself into relationships judgement-free. That was a good thing, right?

Instead she just had this weird lump in her chest, and she didn’t know what it was.

“Pidge?” She glanced up in surprise to see Lance slipping on the stool next to her, surprise evident on his own face. “What are you doing here alone?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged and signalled the bartender for a beer, settling in with a shrug. “I was meant to be meeting a date outside but got stood up. Was about to head home when I saw you.”

“Oh,” she said, furrowing her brow. She didn’t know who his date had been, but it must have been fairly important — he was dressed pretty nicely in slacks and a button-down, and Lance cleaned up good. Miss Flake didn’t know what she was missing. “Are you okay?”

“It was a blind date.” He took a sip of his beer, then grinned and nudged her elbow. “Besides, now I get to hang out with you.”

Pidge just rolled her eyes and took another sip, trying to hide the wince. “Awesome.”

Something in her voice must have given her away, because Lance’s expression immediately shifted into one of concern. “Hey, are you okay?”

Damn him and his perceptiveness. She shrugged, considering. It wasn’t like he’d understand — not when his own soulmate had walked away in front of them — and maybe it would just bring up old wounds? It wasn't exactly something talking about could fix, either.

"Pidge?" 

He touched her hand, gently, his sleeve cuff grazing her mark, and suddenly she needed to say it.

"I checked the database earlier," she blurted out, fingers tightening around her glass. "The soulmate one they set up after the war."

Understanding flashed in his eyes and he squeezed the back of her hand with a chuckle. "Finally," he said. "It only took you what? Five years?"

Pidge snorted. "Four."

"Still." He took a sip, then looked at her expectantly. "And?"

And? Good question.

Lance was quiet, watching her patiently as she lifted her glass to her lips and forced the liquid down. He wouldn't push her — he never did. In the years since his return he'd been there for every heartbreak, every setback at work, every passing crush on whichever guy or girl took her fancy. And he'd never pushed.

The lump in her chest was still there, heavy and choking, but having Lance with her made it feel more manageable. Stronger. Less alone.

Thank quiznak for his missing date.

When the glass was empty, she grimaced and put it back down on the bar with a soft thunk. “Dead. Died in the first wave.”

Lance made a sympathetic noise beside her.

“I’m not sure how I feel,” she admitted, her eyes trained on the bar-top but one foot absently knocking against his shin. His tap in response was immediate, and she sighed as some of the tension drained away at the contact.  “Am I supposed to contact her family? I should be sad, right?”

What would she even say to her family? 

A glass of water appeared in front of her and she glanced up, offering him a small smile. “Thanks.”

“No worries.” A moment passed and then he shrugged and lifted his own glass, draining the whole thing before slamming it back down on the bar. “Alicia Thornbottom.”

“What?”

“Alicia Thornbottom,” he repeated, avoiding her gaze and signalling the bartender for another. “She died in a camp not too far from here, about a week before we made it back. She was my soulmate.”

Pidge stared at him. “I thought Allura was your soulmate?”

“Nope.”

“But you always said Allura was your soulmate. All those years on the castle, you said it was Allura.”

It had been one of the reasons why she'd never asked him out back then. You don't ask your crush out when their soulmate's right there.

“I lied,” he said simply, apparently happy to ignore her internal blue-screening in favour of watching her over the top of his new beer with a glint in his eye. “You can check if you want.”

“I—” Pidge paused, suddenly realising that she’d never actually seen his soulmark. “Where is your soulmark, anyway?” 

A devilish smirk took over Lance's expression and he waggled his eyebrows at her. “I’ll let you see it if you really want.”

She lifted an eyebrow dubiously. She knew that look.

He winked, making sure he had her attention, then oh-so-slowly tapped high up on his inner thigh. “You only have to ask.”

“Lance!” Heat rushed to her face and he burst out laughing. “What the quiznak!”

He only laughed harder in response, a deep, warm sound, and Pidge found herself laughing along despite herself.  Nine years on and he was still as big of a pain in the ass as when she’d first met him. At least he was better at picking his audience.

“I like to think,” Lance said when he’d calmed down, straightening up in his seat again, “that a girl with a name like Alicia Thornbottom would find me much too crass for her tastes.”

The idea was irritating. “She’d have poor taste, then.” 

If anything, Lance would have been too good for her.

He tipped his glass in thanks. “Nah, she’d just be way above my station.”

“You dated a princess.”

“I did,” he said, nodding sagely, “but Allura would have thrown me across the room for cracking a joke like that. Lady Thornbottom would have had people to do that for her.”

Pidge snorted, her eyes falling on her own mark again. “I never thought that much about mine. Just that I like her handwriting.”

Speculating too much had always felt like a recipe for disappointment, and Pidge worked on facts anyway. The data points she had were few — Spanish forename, English surname, local to the area according to the database, and likely a master calligrapher. Extrapolation pointed to a mixed-race artist, but beyond that it was anyone’s guess. 

And now she’d never know. “I never liked the idea of soulmates, anyway,” she mumbled, eyes still on her mark. “It felt so…”

“Superficial?”

She raised her eyes to meet his, surprised to see understanding there. Though perhaps she shouldn’t be, given what she’d just found out. “Yeah, superficial. Love is supposed to grow naturally, not because some higher power decreed it.”

“Exactly," he said decisively. "My parents aren’t soulmates, either. Maybe I would have loved Alicia. Maybe not. I don’t get to find out, but that doesn’t mean I’ll never fall in love. It just means I’ll have to figure it out for myself.”

Pidge took a sip of water and considered his words. Figuring it out herself hadn’t been going well. “I don’t think you’ll get very far if your dates keep standing you up.”

“Eh..” He shrugged, flashing her a cryptic smile. “I told you, it was just a blind date. Nadia set it up. I’ve actually had my eye on someone else for a couple of months.”

She frowned. Since when? He’d taken up a good chunk of her free time in the last few months, and he’d certainly never bothered to mention anyone over 2am tacos. “Oh? Someone from work?”

“Yeah,” he said carefully, watching her over his glass. “I’ve been thinking about asking her out, though. Gave myself a deadline of next week.”

Pidge’s heart sank. She should be happy for him — she really should — but next week was her birthday, and that would mean he’d be too busy being lovey-dovey to spend it with her if his mystery girl said yes. 

Maybe she should get another drink.

“Why next week?”

Lance drained the rest of his glass and stood up, throwing a few notes on the bar. “Cause it’s her birthday next week. Come on.”

Pidge froze.

She had a mental file of most of the people they worked with, and she couldn’t think of anybody else with a birthday next week. Was there a new girl? No, he would have mentioned a new girl.

That meant he could only be talking about her.

“Come on.” He nudged her elbow, prodding her to stand up too. She lifted her eyes to his, heat blooming across her cheeks, and was surprised to see a blush darkening his own cheeks. “I’m all dressed up to take a pretty lady out to dinner, and there’s a pretty lady right here. Plus you probably really need someone to take you to dinner right now.”

“I, uh…” She was flustered, why was she flustered? This was Lance. “I’m...I’m not really dressed for a date.”

He held out a hand, then hesitated — nervous, she realised. Anybody else might have missed it, but she knew Lance well enough to know when the bravado was a front — and then dropped it with a sigh. “You just found out your soulmate’s dead, Pidge. I’m not going to ask you out on a date tonight. You need some comfort and a distraction.”

That made sense, but she couldn’t help but point out: “Dates are a distraction.”

Lance snorted as she slid from her stool and packed up her handbag. “And maybe I’d want our date to be more than a distraction?”

She looked at him, wondering. Maybe she wasn’t that far off figuring it out after all. 

“I guess I’ll find out next week, huh?” she asked coyly, a smile playing on her lips as they walked towards the door.

He beamed back at her.

“Yeah. You’ll find out next week.”

#plance #pidgance #pance #vld lance #vld pidge #Pidge #Lance #soulmates au #mod hail #HAH YOU THOUGHT MY NAME WAS JUST THERE FOR FUN #after many years I arise #I really hope you like this zia #i'm not sure where it came from #also writing this gave me an existential crises because I realised that by the very nature of the world they live in everybody in a #soulmate au MUST be religious and believe in a higher power #and now I'm tripping out with that knowledge #submission

[seeds-of-the-garden]

Pidge explains to an oblivious Hunk that he and Shay are effectively dating. However, in the process of explaining it, Pidge comes to realise that she and Lance are effectively dating as well

Okay :)

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“So...you are saying we are courting?”

Hunk spits out his milkshake - an act that is an unforgivable sin by his own standards, which tips Pidge off as utter embarrassment. It’s wildly amusing, so she leans back into her side of the booth of Sal’s new restaurant. Hunk and Shay are seated together on the other side, taking the time off work to see old friends. 

Perfect for teasing. 

“It’s not like that!” Hunk protests, his face as red as the Lion of the same color. “Shay and I are happily coexisting in the same apartment because it's easier for us both to get to work.”

“That is true,” Shay points out helpfully, not at all distressed at Hunk’s deflecting behavior. “We share everything so that commonly needed supplies can be distributed more efficiently. There is no need for Hunk and I to have two kitchens,” she says melodically.

Pidge keeps her eyes on Hunk the entire time. He is so smitten, the way he hangs on her every word. It’s adorable and she is so happy for them - if only Hunk will just admit it!

“I mean, that makes sense,” Lance interjects. He sits next to Pidge and his eyes betray his neutral expression - he’s about to make waves. “Just like a married couple, right?”

“Oh, the human term for bonding?” Shay inquires. “I admit I have very much desired to be a bride one day.”

Hunk is both dying and also falling in love with Shay all over again. 

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Lance confirms smugly, folding his hands around the back of his head. “You two are cute.”

“Then are you and Pidge also courting?”

Pidge’s brain breaks, and at once, she and Lance both yell “What?”.

“You both live together in order to commute to the Garrison,” she says helpfully. “And cook for each other.”

“That’s because Pidge works late!” Lance scrambles.

“And sometimes he’s too busy working on flight plans!” Pidge says quickly. 

Hunk, curse him, perks up and grins the most manic of grins. His revenge will be swift and merciless. “Sounds an awful lot like me and Shay’s situation.”

“Yes!” Shay agrees. “I like to cook when Hunk has been cooking all day - he never has any leftovers to bring home!”

Pidge can’t breathe. As Lance argues against, and Hunk and Shay argue for, her mind runs at a mile a minute. For so long, she has been on Hunk and Shay’s side, a crush and longing she’d pushed aside for both her own sanity and Lance’s heart - or so she thought at least. 

Lance blushes, occasionally looking in her direction, then back at Hunk. Suddenly all the world is silent as they stare at each other. 

Pidge sees it in his eyes, he’s open to the idea of dating, of a romance...with her. 

In that moment, Pidge realizes that without even mentioning the word ‘dating’, she and Lance have been happily together for months, a couple in all but name. 

“Yes,” she says quickly, eyes only for him.

Lance nods numbly. “Yeah,” he agrees. 

Then his smile grows wide. “Yeah,” he says more definitively.

#plance #vld #pidgance #vld pidge #vld lance #mod rue #vld fanfic #feelings realization #canon compliant

[seeds-of-the-garden]

"Keith, if this is how I die, I leave you with this final thought. You suck." "Ok, firstly, screw you. Secondly, you're just asking Pidge out on a date. Stop being so melodramatic."

It confounded Keith how a ‘guys’ night out’ turned into a whole group of them sitting around Lance’s living room, playing truth or dare. It was supremely juvenile, and, though he wasn’t about to let anyone know, much more fun than going bar hopping. He wasn’t much for getting mindlessly drunk anyway.

He’d spent most of the night sitting nearer the shadows, artfully avoiding attention being drawn to him. This had worked out splendidly for several turns, and he was able to figure out that Dare would work a heck of a lot better than Truth for him. Shiro, Matt, James, and Kinkade, had been coerced to spill some really embarrassing secrets, some that shocked even Keith. Hunk’s truths had been boring, the man was a saint. A salty saint, but a saint nonetheless. Lance had avoided getting picked as well, but, Keith reckoned, all his embarrassing stories everyone knew about. He was definitely not the best at reigning in the mind-link the five of them still had. 

Keith had zoned out while Shiro had been completing his most current dare, to call Slav and ask him how his day was. Quiznaking Matt was to blame for that one. Hunk had been next. Shiro dared him to point out his most favorite person in the room which turned into some sort of affirmation hour, where Hunk couldn’t decide, and instead told everyone why they were great. As far as Keith was concerned, Lance did seem to be Hunk’s favorite, but only because Pidge wasn’t around.

“Keith, truth or dare.” 

Quiznak. He’d let his guard down, and now he was paying for it. 

“Dare.”

“Buy me a large pizza.”

That was fast. This must have been something he was thinking about for a while.

“We already had pizza.” 

“Yeah, but not ham, pineapple, mushroom, greenpepper, pizza.”

Everyone groaned. “Hunk, dude, whyyyyyy?” 

Shiro exclaimed, “Nicely played.”

Keith shrugged, pulled up the app, and ordered Hunk’s pizza. “It’s on it’s way.” Then he slid back into the shadows.

“Thanks.” Hunk had a huge smile on his face. That made it worth it. “It’s your turn bro. Pick someone.”

Oh, Keith had forgotten about this part. Who should he pick? Who would give the group the most satisfaction through being embarrassed? He looked at each guy, his mind sizing up the potential for fun. Everything was a mission in his life, even this.

There was Lance, chilling in a folding chair, texting someone, only half paying attention to the goings on. He found his mark.

“Lance” He waited. It took a few seconds for it to register on Lance’s face.

Once they made eye contact Keith asked “Truth or Dare?”

It didn’t take long for Lance to decide, “Dare. I’m not spilling my secrets to any of you.”

“Like we don’t already all know everything Dude.” Kinkade laughed while James patted him on the back.

“He’s not wrong, man. You’re an open book.” Hunk softened his words with a side hug for one of his besties.

Keith had thought about generic dares earlier, like ‘steal Iverson’s rover’ or ‘call my mom and pretend you’re a knife salesman’, but none of those seemed right for Lance. He knew in an instant though. 

“Ask Pidge out on a date.” 

The room went completely quiet, various looks of shock or anger clouded the faces around him.

Then everyone spoke.

“Not cool dude.”

“What about her feelings?”

“I don’t think this is wise.”

“Hey! My sister isn’t a dare!”

“Yes. This is brilliant.”

And finally,

“WHAT THE CHEESE!?  You can’t dare that kind of thing. I want a new dare.”

Keith was confused. He’d seen the way Lance had been acting around Pidge for over a year now. And he was positive she was who Lance had been texting all night. He thought Lance would jump at the chance.

Hunk spoke up, “No. This could work.” He turned to Lance, “You like Pidge, and you’ve been avoiding asking her out for months. Now you have to.” He nodded enthusiastically.

“First of all, how did you know I like Pidge!? Secondly, she’ll kill me. I cannot do this.” 

Matt’s mouth hung open. “You like my sister?” He looked stunned and a little amused.

“You ‘like like’ Katie?” James had leaned forward in his seat. Kinkade laughed harder and slapped his back. “Bummer for you dude.”  James elbowed him.

Keith could be patient, but this mission had kicked off and was in danger stalling quickly. “Nevermind any of that.” He narrowed his eyes at Lance, firing his next words like a pistol in a duel. “I double dog dare you.”

Lance’s shoulders slumped, but he pulled out his phone to dial.  "Keith, if this is how I die, I leave you with this final thought. You suck."

 "Ok, firstly, screw you. Secondly, you're just asking Pidge out on a date. Stop being so melodramatic."

Everyone watched with anticipation. Lance rolled his eyes and turned his back to them.

“Hey Pidge… Nothing much… Yeah, everyone’s still here. It’s a slumber party now…  I mean, if you want to…. Um… So… Just, what I’m about to say isn’t because of a dare or anything…. I mean, it is, but...It isn’t, you know?....Uh-huh…. WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME!? “

#plance #pidgance #flirtyrobot #mod fro #Can the guys really have a sleepover? #Lance #Pidge #Some Gen #VLD #Dastardly Dares

[seeds-of-the-garden]

Plance in a stardew valley au (if anyone is familiar with the game) i can't get this idea out of my head

I had to look up what the game was about and I hope I did some this some justice for you! Have some fluff with a dash of humor!

~~~~~

This isn’t how Pidge exactly expected her life to go. Once, not too long ago, she’d planned on finishing her PhD in astrophysics - and she still has every intention of doing so!

A clump of dirt flies up at her face as she strikes the hoe down once again.

“Bleh,” she moans, wiping it off. That PhD is a little hard to imagine at the moment while she’s tilling soil.

One year, her grandfather’s Will stated, if she can farm this land for one year it is entirely hers to do whatever she wants with it.

And Pidge has her eyes on a state-of-the art telescope and research facility.

One year. That’s all.

Pidge is nothing if not stubborn, and she is going to get these crops planted.

Her hairs stand on end at the feeling she’s being watched. Uneven footsteps across the dirt tell of a visitor - it isn’t anyone from her family, none of them are much for surprises. So instead of hitting the dirt next, she swings the hoe around…

The man shrieks, barely bending to avoid getting hit and falls right into the nice, even row she’d just made.

“What the cheese?” he accuses with a squeak. “Are you in the habit of murder?”

“To people who sneak up behind me?” Pidge asks with a glare. “Yes. Who are you and what are you doing on my farm?”

The man’s jaw drops. “Your farm? You’re Old man Holt’s descendant?”

“And what of it?” she challenges.

“N-nothing!” the man says, clearing his throat. “Sorry, we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Lance,” he says, extending his arm in greeting, almost humorous as he still sits in the dirt. “I’m your next door neighbor. Well,” he chuckles dryly, “As much as a next door neighbor as you can get in the country.”

Curious and nosy, is all. Pidge sighs and sets down her tool and helps Lance to his feet. “Sorry for almost killing you. There are a lot of stalkers in the city.” “Much appreciated,” he quips. “Are you coming to the festival tonight?”

Pidge raises an eyebrow. Festival meant people and less time from both her studies and from her preferred entertainment of video games and stargazing.

“I’m not really into festivals,” she says boredly. Usually people picked up on the fact that she wasn’t interested in parties.

Not Lance, apparently.

“It’s the coolest thing!” he says animatedly. “The forecast is calling for clear skies, so everyone’s going out to the Hill to watch the stars. Legend says that a falling star will appear if there’s someone who really needs a wish.”

The wish Pidge is uninterested in but...if the locals know the best place to view the sky, then far be it from her to ignore that kind of information. “Okay, I’ll be there.”

“The oldest willow tree in the area is there and...wait did you say you’ll be there? Really?”

Pidge shrugs and offers a small smile. “Sure. I love stargazing. It’s what I’m going to school for.”

Lance’s face turns beet red. “M-me too! I mean not about the school part, but I love looking at the stars too!”

Pidge grins. It was pretty sweet of Lance to come and say hello, and to have someone appreciate the stars. Maybe this year won’t be as bad as she thinks.

#plance #pidgance #vld pidge #vld lance #pidge #lance #vld #first meeting #earth au #mod rue

[seeds-of-the-garden]

Dear gardeners, two words for you: Shirtless Lance

Okay, we were supposed to post last Friday, but it was missed. So, to make it up to y’all we present you with a doubly long Seed. It’s still qualifies because there’s plenty of story to write before this scene happens and plenty of story to write after it as well. Enjoy not just Shirtless Lance, but Shirtless almost everyone.

This (You) is (are) Fine

The crowded bar was getting noisier and more boisterous the longer the event was delayed. Pidge and Allura were stuffed into a small, dark corner booth, the other Paladins blocking the stage while they argued amongst themselves.

“Well, I think I should be the one to enter, everyone loves Loverboy Lance, I’m sure they can’t wait to see what I have underneath my clothes.” The amount of confidence that rolled off Lance as he smoothed his hands down his body to showcase his physique never ceased to amaze Pidge. He knew he looked good, or so she assumed.

“That won’t do.” Coran spoke up from behind the guys. “Clearly Shiro is the beloved of everyone, and has the most commonly admired physique amongst you all. If he enters our chances of securing the Credits needed rises ten fold.” 

Everyone nodded, they had to admit that Shiro was a prime specimen of a man.

“Now hold up, we can’t really be sure what the crowd is looking for. Look at the other entries.” Hunk, the constant voice of reason, pointed over his shoulder at the stage, moving to the side enough that Pidge could see. 

He wasn’t wrong, there were several different beings up there, some of which Pidge questioned how in the world they would participate in a “Heavily Moistened Upper Body Clothing Item” contest. She also had a strong suspicion that, though they were at a weird outpost bar, in the farthest reaches of the universe, the proprietor of the establishment had been to Earth at some point. Either that, or everyone across this universe enjoyed ogling wet, hot people. It was probably the latter.

A half empty glass smashed on the wall behind Pidge’s head, the crowd becoming more restless due to the delay. They wanted wet men, and they wanted them now. Pidge leaned over to Allura “Can’t you do something about this? You’re an all-knowing space goddess now, right?” 

Allura rolled her eyes, stifling a giggle. “I already told you, I traded the all-knowing part in order to bring Lotor and myself back to this reality.” Pidge knew this, but had spent so much time ‘talking’ to Allura when she was gone, that it became a habit. “Who do you think should enter then? It’s getting rough in here, and we really need the credits to get home.”

Pidge watched as Allura tapped her chin, a little glint in her eye. “I’ve got it!” She stood up, slapping her hands on the table. “How about all of you enter? That way we have five chances to win. Our odds go up quite favorably.” 

“Uh, Allura, don’t you mean four? I’m not entering a wet t-shirt contest.” Pidge crossed her arms, besides, the contest seemed designed for dudes anyway.

“Oh, Coran will enter as well. We need as many chances as possible.” She gave Coran a sly look.

“Why Princess! This is a brilliant solution. Your time being all-knowing has really paid off!” Coran grabbed the guys and headed toward the director of the contest. Keith seemed to become aware of what was going on at the last minute, hollering about how he didn’t agree to any of this right before his jacket was ripped off and a thin, white shirt was pulled over his head. 

Moments later the bar got even darker as the stage lit up. All the men were paraded out and lined the stage. Pidge full on laughed at the two glowing balls of energy wearing the prescribed shirt. She wondered at their chances in winning.

Sexy music started playing and the guys started moving and gyrating, making themselves as appealing as possible. The energy orbs kind of faded in and out in rhythmic pulsing, an Unilu did the weirdest thing with his arms, and Shiro full on started dancing some ancient Earth dance that the people did in the 1970’s. The man was hot, but he could not dance. Pidge hid her face in her hands, realizing Shiro was more embarrassing than whatever it was Coran was doing. Holy moly, they might not have bettered their chances. At least Hunk and Lance both had some very good moves, though Keith just stood there with his arms crossed.

Suddenly, a grotesque gurgling sound echoed through the bar. Heads started turning to find out where it was coming from, though it seemed to surround them. Pipes that looked like shower nozzles rose up in front of the stage. They started shaking as the gurgling sound made its way toward the stage, then they burst forth with a pungent, sticky, goo-like substance that began to spray all over the contestants on stage. The contestants began to slip and slide in the goo as it soaked into their weird shirts causing them to go almost see-through instantly. The glowing orbs began to change color, Coran started some sort of ice skating routine, and Lance screamed at the top of his lungs. “WHAT THE QUIZNAK!?”

He ripped off his shirt, tossing it into the crowd. The crowd went wild. Everyone was screaming and whistling, drinks sloshing to the floor as the spectacle on stage worsened. 

Allura was laughing her head off, thoroughly amused at the chaos. She had been oddly delighted when things went wrong ever since she came back.

Lance screamed again, slipping on a glob of the goo and careening off the stage. “Pidge! Help me!” He ran through the crowd as they grasped at him, trying to get him back up on stage, but he was too slippery. He came to a halt directly in front of her.

He was panting, his chest rising and falling with every breath. Pidge couldn’t take her eyes off of him, the way the slime caused the limited light to shine off of every lithe muscle, the expanse of his chest in her sight. His skin reminded her of hot coffee with a lot of heavy cream. Hot. He was hot. And so slippery, standing in front of her. She knew who she was voting for.

“Earth to Pidge!? You okay?” Lance was tapping her head. She dragged her eyes away from their joyous task, only to immediately get lost again in the blue of his eyes. 

“You’re more than okay. You’re fine. Capital F.” Lance cocked an eyebrow at her rather off the wall statement.

“No, are you okay? You’re staring…. Ohohoh. You are staring. You like what you see?” Lance leaned over Pidge, his hand on the wall behind her. “Cause, Lancey Lance will give you a show any time you ask.” 

Pidge slowly nodded, then realized now wasn’t the time to ogle her long time crush. Even if they’ve been a little more than friends recently. She really would like a show though….

Allura pulled at Pidge’s arm. Pidge realized all the guys had gathered around and they were being dragged out of the bar. The whole place had gone insane and the contest had turned into a giant brawl instead. 

“Let’s get out of here!”

They moved as quickly as they could on all the slime everywhere, finally bursting out into the darkened streets of the small moon’s town. 

“Thank Bob we made it out in one piece.” Shiro said, while looking worse for wear. His pants were barely held together, they were torn so badly. All of the guys had completely lost their shirts, though Keith had fared better other than that. At least his pants were firmly on his body.

“So, who won?” Allura clapped in anticipation. Everyone looked at her like she had gone insane.

“No one. Did you not see what just happened!?” Keith finally spoke up.

“Oh. So...we don’t have enough credits to get home?”

Everyone’s eyes widened as their predicament loomed large again.

“Quiznak.”

#Plance #Pidgance #VLD Lance #VLD Pidge #Shirtless Lance #Shirtless Everyone

[seeds-of-the-garden]

"Damn it Lance! Would you stop taking your shirt off every time you want to win an argument?" "I'll stop doing it when it stops working."

Welcome to the beginning of Shirtless Lance Month! We’ve had a couple shirtless seed requests, this was the first one submitted chronologically. We hope you like it. It’s a little different than the normal format, but breaking the norm is kind of fun. Also, remember you can submit any prompts anytime. We’d love to write a little seed for your idea. Have a great weekend and Happy Shirtless Lance Month! :-)

TOP TEN THINGS THAT ANNOY ME

“Hello Internet. Pidge here. Well, Katie, but you guys know me as Pidge. I don’t know why I’m rambling like this. Anyway, if this is your first time here, yes, I am ‘Pidge Gunderson’, Paladin of Voltron, Pilot of Green, Holder of ALL TOP SCORES in ALL VIDEO GAMES EVER.

...What? No. No you don’t. You won on a technicality!

Ignore that. Laaance seems to think he holds as many top scores as I do. Which isn’t true.

…No it’s not.

Sorry you had to see that. Though this does segue into the topic of this video. Top Ten Things That Annoy Me. Pidge. 

….Again? I’m trying to make a video.

NUMBER ONE! Or ten..I guess let’s go with that number structure. I’m usually very organized, but someone keeps interrupting and distracting me and I ended up not being totally prepared. But I digress.

Off the top of my head.

Number TEN. Unnecessary code. I get the complexity involved in creating programs that can communicate with different processors and the like, but I hate when it’s bulky for no reason. Clean your bloat people.

...No, I’m not. You’re a nerd.

Ahem. Number NINE. I don’t know, you’d think it’d be space goo. But once you eat it for so long, you get used to it. Or your body does, who knows. I guess number nine is craving space goo.

….Lance! I can’t say that, there are rules you know.

Number EIGHT. Being distracted by a certain someone who has no regard for the proper business of making a video for dedicated and new viewers. 

...Yes. You’re distracting. No. I don’t need to see how distracting you can be.

Number SEVEN. Sock seams. They’re annoying. And even I have yet to be able to create a machine to eliminate them. 

...I have to wear socks. Not just socks. What are you…

Sorry about that. Lance is determined to make me crazy today.

Number SIX. 

...No, I do not think sock seams was boring. You’re boring.

Anyway, number SIX. Not owning all the top scores in this house. I know what I said earlier. But somebody has their name on several of the games. He can be very distracting when he wants to.

...Stop that…

….

...Uh..What number? Oh, Five.

Number FIVE. I’ve got to finish this before anything else happens. Blue eyed people. One blue eyed person. Stop winking at me. I…

*Cough*. 

Number FOUR. Not Double Modulating the Gendocams. This is for you, Hunk. You’re such a good mechanic, how can you be so lazy in this department? It’s embarrassing honestly.

...I didn’t forget about you…

Number THREE....

...Where’s your shirt? I was wondering why you looked so wet.”

(voice over) “I apparently forgot a number three. Sorry folks.”

Number TWO. Smooth Tan Skin, rippling abs, long limbs…

...It’s your fault! No, don’t come over here.

Everyone, Lance. Blue Paladin. Yadayada.”

“Come on Pidgey, don’t be so cruel.”

“DON’T SIT ON MY LAP WHEN YOUR SHIRT IS OFF!”

“Pfffffft. You love it.”

“Stop pointing the camera at yourself.”

“So, Pidgey here needs to go now. Her brand new hubby needs attention from her.”

TEXT [ SORRY FOLKS, Number one is never staying angry or winning an argument with your brand new husband because he takes off his shirt Every. Single. Time. ]

#plance #pidgance #vld #mod fro #seed answers #lance #pidge #I love the idea of Lance interrupting Pidge

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Voting Results and Schedule Changes

First and foremost, thank you SO MUCH to everyone who voted during our fun Fic Bouquet event. We enjoyed very much seeing the results come in!

Without further ado, the four winners - the fics that will get more fleshed out by the Seeds writers!

1. forest witch Pidge and wanna-be knight Lance sent to slay her: https://seeds-of-the-garden.tumblr.com/post/616901856292159488/lance-im-going-to-make-the-rest-of-your-life-a (14 votes!)

2. Lance gets glasses and Pidge can't handle it: https://seeds-of-the-garden.tumblr.com/post/612829523311034368/lance-starts-wearing-glasses-and-pidge-cant-hand (12 votes)

3. Pidge and Lance's siblings discuss Plance: https://seeds-of-the-garden.tumblr.com/post/185386799671/not-sure-if-this-is-stretching-what-counts-as-a (12 votes)

4. Hunk and Keith try to explain to Pidge and Lance that they act like they are dating: https://seeds-of-the-garden.tumblr.com/post/616032172922552320/another-one-lance-saying-that-pidge-is-just-a (12 votes)

Shirtless Lance for science was a close runner up with 11 votes!

Over the next several months, we will work on these fics! Which brings me to the schedule change announcement.

Starting today, Seeds is going on a twice a month posting schedule through September 2020. The reason is two-fold. First, mod Rue is moving and will be busy with all that comes with that. Second, this gives the other mods ample opportunity to work on these juicy fics that won the voting. It also will let us time to write up prompts for the 24 asks in our inbox.

Thanks again for your patience and continued support! We are so looking forward to sharing these fics with you!

#plance #pidgance #mod rue

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Lance and Pidge are snowed in somewhere while on a mission and they pass the time by doing arts and crafts (you know I had to)

Went a little over because trying to cover a week in 500 words is very hard xD Like all Seeds, this one is up for grabs to fill in the gaps!

~~~~~~

“No. No no no, this cannot be happening.”

Lance watches Pidge pace about the cabin floor, between the cozy living room and the galley kitchen, trying to interject with each mournful sob Pidge releases.

“I can deal with a few hours,” she continues, breath speeding up with every syllable. “But I cannot deal with an entire week!”

Lance slumps. “You don’t have to sound so glum about being stuck with me for a week, Pidge.”

“Oh, it’s not you, Lance,” Pidge assures him. “I’m just going to go crazy thinking about how Voltron is going to be two Lions short for a week!”

She gestures to the window, where snow falls at a blistering pace, wind blowing it around every which way so that Lance isn’t even sure if he’s the one standing upright if not for gravity keeping his feet on the floor. 

Lance bites his lip. “Yeah, I’m kinda freaking out about that too, but there’s nothing we can about that,” he finishes calmly. He strides over to a closet near the staircase that leads to the bedrooms. “There has to be something fun to do to keep our minds off of this.”

“It’s probably too much to hope for a Mercury Gameflux,” Pidge grumbles.

Lance swings the door open and he gasps in excitement. “It’s even better!” Before him is a plethora of arts and crafts material. He smirks. “You know why they called me the Tailor?”

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.”

He shows her some yarn and knitting needles plucked from a shelf, “Because of my sick hand crafting skills.”

Pidge’s jaw drops, though not in exasperation. “You know how to knit?”

“Yeah! I keep meaning to make the mice some sweaters but finding space yarn has kinda been at the bottom of the to do list. But,” he says gleefully, “now we have all the time in the world! Wanna learn?”

Pidge considers for a moment, before sighing, a clear sign of relenting. “Anything to keep my hands busy. I want the green yarn.”

Lance grins as if all the world adored him - or at least Pidge. “Your wish is my command, Mi’lady.”

Over the next several hours, Pidge picks up on the stitches quickly - a testament to her intellect. “It’s a pattern, just like a code. I can do this,” she says brightly.

It warms his heart and strokes his ego to have successfully taught Pidge something and for her to enjoy it. The rush is exhilarating and suddenly Lance wishes that rather than a week like the meteorologists have predicted, that he has an entire lifetime with Pidge. 

That sets his heart fluttering, and over the course of the week he finds himself noticing her cute little freckles, the thrill of her smirk, the sparkle in her eyes, and the comfort of just being around her in a much more domestic setting. 

“Ow!” Pidge yelps on day number four, sucking her thumb. “These needles are sharper than they look.”

“I’m impressed it took this long - I stabbed myself three times my first day trying,” Lance tells her with a playful nudge from his side of the couch. “Want me to kiss it to make it better?”

He teases, but the way Pidge’s face lights up as if on fire says that she has been thinking the same things he has the last few days. 

Lance wakes the morning of day seven with Pidge cuddled on top of him, a single blanket for each. He wants to kiss her again and never let the moment go. 

“Wow,” says Hunk, “You guys were....busy?”

Lance’s eyes snap open. The others stare at him and Pidge with wide eyes from across the living room filled with dozens of scarves and mittens and other handcrafts.

Quiznak

#plance #pidgance #vld pidge #vld lance #pidge #lance #vld #mod rue #canon verse

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Pidge sees how well Lance gets along with her mum and starts to worry that Lance is effectively the daughter Colleen always wanted

Pidge tapped her foot, impatience growing within her. This was what? Dress number five? Each one taking a good twenty to thirty minutes to get on and arranged, then she had to walk out on the little stage thingy that was surrounded by mirrors, and have her mom, the girls, and somehow Hunk made it in here, decide if it was a yes or no.

It wasn’t like she didn’t harbor any excitement over picking her wedding dress out, but the excitement waned with each “it’s just that your frame is so small” and “most dresses are designed for the taller individual, but I’m sure we can alter this somehow”, and she would spin on the little stage and everyone who announce that she looked like a child playing dress-up. Well..not everyone. Nadia and Ina were the worst offenders. Though, Pidge had to admit, she appreciated their bluntness, not to mention, they were entirely right.

The salesperson finished adding the last clip in back, then brushed down the sides to smooth out the wrinkled spots. Pidge didn’t bother to look. She figured she’d go ahead and be disappointed with the rest of the group.  

“Oh! I know. Just one more thing.” The salesperson disappeared behind a hidden door, for who knows what.

Pidge fidgeted with the sleeve of the dress. At least these sleeves stopped at her wrist instead of trailing down her arms like Lance’s shirts tended to do.

She wished he was here right now. Sort of. He always had a good eye for things that looked good on her. And also apparently for wedding stuff in general. Honestly, their whole wedding planning was basically the Lance show. Scratch that, the Lance and Colleen show.

Her mom and Lance conferred on everything wedding. And, Pidge reasoned, she was Colleen’s only daughter, so it was her one chance at planning a wedding. And Pidge didn’t care. As long as she was married to Lance by the end of it, that’s all that mattered. And maybe they’d get some sweet wedding presents.

Somewhere to the side, her phone buzzed. She hiked up the voluminous skirts and shuffled her way over. The attendant hadn’t returned yet, so Pidge wouldn’t suffer their wrath and their cries of “It’s your dress day! Do not be distracted!”.

The screen lit up with a notification from “Honeybuns”. Lance had changed his name in her phone like a year ago and, though Pidge gave him a hard time about it, she actually thought it was adorable and kept it. Lance was pretty full of himself about it for a while.

Honeybuns: How’s it going? Colleen said nothing looks right. I sent her some ideas as a jumping off point.

Me: Fine I guess. This is taking too long. I’d rather be at the coffee shop across the street waiting with you.

Honeybuns: Don’t lie Pidgey. You’d rather be in your lab.

Me: Nah. This time I’d rather be hanging with you. It’s been days of wedding planning with the group. Let’s hang out tonight, just us. I’ll let you massage my feet.

Honeybuns: As much as I want to hang, your mom and I have more planning to do. So I’ll be at your house anyway.

Pidge felt irked. Her mom deferred to Lance on everything these days. When she was newly engaged, Colleen would bring pictures and magazine cutouts and venue information right to Pidge. And sure, she would tell her mom she didn’t care. But...she was still her mom. And Lance seemed to hijack all her attention.

Me: …

Honeybuns: What’s wrong?

Me: Are you sure you’re not my Mom’s actual daughter?

Honeybuns: LOL! Okay.

Me: Not funny. She likes you more than me.

Honeybuns: What’s going on?

Me: Nothing. Just you and her and our wedding.

All the little feelings of jealousy bubbled up in Pidge in that moment. Lance was always so open and honest, he was always willing to share his thoughts and feelings, he told Colleen everything, and she seemed to love him. More often than not, if her mom was texting someone, it was Lance. They went on lunch dates, and shopping, and her mom would come home raving about Lance’s tastes. Pidge should have been happy they got along so well, but she wasn’t.

Honeybuns: !!! What about it!? I’m coming over right now.

Me: I’m in a dress. You can’t.

Honeybuns: Doesn’t matter. I’m coming over.

Pidge started crying. Lance was so great. And her mom could do all the fun wedding stuff she wanted because of him. She finally looked up, tears falling down her face.

The dress was perfect.

#Plance #Pidgance #VLD Pidge #VLD Lance #Colleen #Mod Fro #Seed Answers

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Lance and Pidge have started living together but they are the last people to realise this.

How about a vague historical AU?

~~~~~

Pidge is blissfully in the world of dreams, content in her feathered bed after a late night fitting the old house for electricity. 

That is, until the morning sun hits her shut eyelids with such persistence even she cannot ignore.

“Good morning, Pidge!” chimes Lance - the only culprit available to have pulled the curtains apart and opened her bedroom window so that the chirping birds keep her awake.

“Go home!” she mumbles, throwing the covers over her head. Five more minutes, is that too much to ask for? It isn’t as if she has any work to do…

“Nah uh uh!” Lance says, pulling the covers off. “You hired me for just this reason. So get out of bed and maybe I’ll share breakfast with you.” She can feel his smug face upon her. “Hunk made it.”

Pidge jumps out of bed and snatches her dress from the day before, uncaring that Lance is seeing her in her underclothes. Proper or not, he is right, this is what she hired him for. 

She begins to slip the dress over her night garments, but is stopped as Lance coughs pointedly. 

“You’re going to start the day without a bath?”

Pidge deflates. “What are you, my mother?”

Lance rolls his eyes. “I have one drawn up already, the least you can do is take it.”

Pidge's jaws drops in a very unladylike manner. “That must have taken you a long time. When did you get up?”

He shrugs as he walks over to her. “Not long. I stayed the night again. Was too late after we pushed to install the last of the lights.”

Gently, he helps her out of her dirty dress that wasn’t really on. Though she’s still in her nightclothes, and Lance has seen her in these before, his proximity starts her heart racing. For a moment they lock eyes, some mysterious energy crackling between them as neither says a thing. Pidge is aware of just how deeply blue Lance’s eyes are.

She doesn’t want to stop looking. 

“The bath is getting cold, Pidge.” He playfully nudges her arm. It’s hardly a proper thing for a manservant to do, but Pidge more than tolerates it because Lance is much more than that - he’s a good friend without whom she’d be down on her luck and out of an inheritance.

“Right!” She gulps and forces a smile amid the awkwardness, even though she means it. “Thank you, really Lance. You don’t have to go this far.”

“I want to,” he says, so fondly that Pidge has butterflies in her heart. “Orange juice to drink?”

“Please,” she nods. “I’ll try not to be long. Thanks again, Lance.”

“My pleasure,” he says, bowing deeply but with a voice with which she can’t ascertain if he means it tongue-in-cheek or not.. “See you in a few, Miss Holt.”

Pidge waits several minutes after he leaves her room for her heart to calm. She’s never been bothered by Lance so close before and she isn’t really sure what has changed. Is it because he stays at the house practically every night rather than returning to his actual roommate Hunk?

Lance is working for her...and she has plenty of room. Why should he not be able to just move in with her? With the latest patent she can probably afford to hire Hunk too. In this economy steady jobs are difficult to find and she picks his brain anyway. Why not go into business with him and enjoy his cooking.

And wake up to Lance’s smiling face every day.

Pidge’s cheeks heat up in realization.

#plance #pidgance #pidge #vld pidge #lance #vld lance #vld #mod rue

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Crack Prompt: Lance is concerned he still hasn't started his period yet. Pidge finds out.

Author’s Note: THIS IS CRACK with a capital C! Please keep that in mind when reading. Also, a warning, it is rated T because of brief mentions of S. E. X. 

Also also, I got second hand embarrassment from writing this. So good luck reading it.  :-D

There was a soft knock on the door to her quarters, startling Pidge. It was so soft she thought she might have been hearing things.

“Pidge. You in there?”

Ah, Lance. Odd of him to be so hesitant.

“Yeah.”

“You decent? Can I come in?”

Pidge had to snort at that. In all the time she’s known him, he had been an ‘enter first knock later’ kind of guy. Of course, that was back when he still thought she was a boy. To this day she still didn’t know how he failed to realize when he’d seen her practically naked more than once. 

She coughed, “Yeah.”

The door slid open and Lance came in slowly, almost sheepishly.

With a soft whir the door slid close behind Lance, leaving him standing still, almost frozen in spot.

Pidge crossed her legs, readjusting the bunched up blankets under them. This was starting to be worrisome, not like Lance at all. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“You got something you wanna say?” 

He started to point his fingers together, shifting his feet back and forth, looking at the ground.

“So..um..I need to ask you a question.”

Pidge didn’t understand this Lance, he was so unsure of himself.

“Okaaay. What?” No sense beating around the bush.

“IthinkI’mpregnant!”

If Pidge had been drinking something, she would have spit it all over the room. Instead she choked on her own saliva. “WHAT!? Why..why..what!?”

Lance looked actually worried now, anxiety causing his eyebrows to rise really high on his forehead.

“Um… I don't know, Pidge, it’s just.” He kept shuffling his feet and being fidgety.

Pidge patted a space next to her on her bed. “Come sit here, you dork, and tell me, whyyy, for the life of you, you think you’re pregnant. It’s impossible anyway.”

Lance finally focused on her face, then sighed his way over to sit next to her.

Several minutes stretched out between them. Pidge honestly didn’t have a lot of free time so this needed to be addressed quickly.

“Dude, why?”

Lance took a deep breath. “Well, you know how popular we are and stuff, and people love Loverboy Lance” He took a moment to preen, though it did little to erase the anxiety written on his face. “A few phoebs ago I kind of made out with a couple of the fans and I know my siblings always told me I was a late bloomer, but I still haven’t gotten my period, and then I found out you’re a girl and you’re younger than me and Coran said you get your period regularly when I asked him what was wrong with me.”

“You talked about my period with CORAN!?” Pidge smacked his arm softly. 

“Well, yeah! I asked him about mine and clearly they don’t have anything like that on Altea, but he said you came to chill in the healing pod every month, no pun intended, and said it was your period. So, I haven’t got mine, and I made out with an alien and, who knows, maybe that was like sex for them, and now I’m here, about to become a parent and I don’t know who the other parent is!”

Pidge rolled her eyes, Lance was dramatic if nothing else. “First off, I wanna text the guys so bad. Keith’s gonna love this.” She grabbed her communication device.

Lance grabbed it from her hand. “No! This is serious Pidge. When did you get your first period and how do you know?” He looked crestfallen.

“Seriously. This is serious? Bruh, we went to school together for two years. We had the same health classes together. They talked about uteruses! What part didn’t you understand?” Pidge questioned her own sanity.

“I just assumed we were shot into space before we reached the guy stuff.” Lance shrugged.

“What guy stuff? Y'all are pretty simple you know.” Pidge’s face blossomed red, she didn’t want to think about guy ‘stuff’ while sitting right next to Lance.

“You know! Like, guy periods. Marco and Rachel told me they would tell me more when I’m older and also that I wasn’t fully grown till I got mine and I think I missed out on the whole portion of health class. Pidge,” He turned and grabbed her shoulders. “You need to help me.”

Pidge was embarrassed and also completely amused all at the same time. “I wanna text Hunk.” 

“Please, Pidge. This isn’t a joke.”

Pidge’s shoulder shook with restrained laughter, she couldn’t answer Lance because she couldn’t believe how ridiculous this conversation was. Matt had given her misinformation over the years, but nothing this grievous, long standing, and, admittedly, hilarious.

“You’re fine. You have nothing to worry about. Your family trolled you. You have never, and will never, get a period. And you won’t get pregnant from aliens...I think. Honestly, foriegn biology is not my strong point.”

Lance stared at her, relief washing over his face. “I’m not pregnant?”

“Nope.”

“And I won’t ever get my period?”

“Nope, and if you are ever bleeding from ‘down there’ you have a reason to be seriously worried.”

“But you can’t guarantee anything regarding alien biology?”

“Nope. I only know how it works on Earth.”

“So...if I stick with kissing girls from Earth, I’m good?” Lance’s worried face turned into something a little more lascivious. 

“Um. yeah. You can’t get a girl pregnant by kissing them.” Pidge’s face felt like it was on fire. This was the most embarrassing talk she’d ever had.

“I could kiss you.”

“WHAT!?”

“You’re a girl, from Earth, and...I could kiss you.” 

“Lance, I thought we were talking about periods.”

#Plance #pidgance #flirtyrobot #mod fro #VLD Pidge #VLD Lance #Crack Prompt #If I had to be embarassed #So do you

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Pidge loses her right leg in the fight against the Galra, when she builds herself a replacement it is painted like the Blue lion, Lance not realizing that she painted it like that to show that she was crushing on him suggest she should have painted it green, Pidge gets flustered trying explain why she painted it blue while Lance keeps going on about how she should have painted it green, ultimately she shouts at Lance “I painted it blue because i love you!”

Here it is with some special team bonding!

~~~~~~

Pidge isn’t minding not having a leg.

She is a person who values the use of her hands for working with tech. All she needs is a computer at her fingertips and battlecruisers fall before her. The only part that really perturbs her is that as a Paladin of Voltron who is still working towards freeing the universe from the Galra Empire, she still kinda needs one to be most effective on missions. That is, to get to said computers without needing to rely on a teammate who can be freeing prisoners instead.

This means she gets to make herself a prosthetic, which is actually the cool part about it. She gets to make this leg to her specifications. The downside is that it takes time away from other projects that may be just as or more important. 

But everyone has insisted she take a mental break. The Coalition is large and diverse - they can handle Pidge taking some time off to help herself. 

Allura has already visited and gifted her a small Balmeran crystal. Pidge had raised an eyebrow at that, but taken it graciously. If what had happened to the Atlas was any indication of what they are capable of, then she had mixed feelings about making her leg able to transform into a fighting robot. 

(Once that thought crosses her mind, Pidge places the crystal inside her kneecap with a wide grin.)

Hunk comes with a heart-shaped gear that he’d welded himself. As with anything Hunk makes, it is full of love and fits perfectly in her metallic calf. 

Shiro sears the Voltron symbol into the outer thigh with his new Altean arm. He says it's not as good as Keith can do, but Pidge scoffs and thanks him anyway. He is thankful to use his arm for something artistic rather than for war. 

Keith comes by with the paint she requested. He says the Blades use it for the exterior of their ships to maximize Slav’s cloaking device. They spend the afternoon putting color on the leg. 

Lance comes by her room at a later hour with peanut butter cookies. His jaw drops as does the wrapped gift from his hand. 

“You painted it blue?” he asks incredulously. “Pidge, you’re the Green Paladin.”

Pidge shrugs as she beckons him to sit beside her, holding out the second of the two Gameflux controllers. Her right leg is elevated on an old communicator as she allows the paint to dry. “The right leg is where the Blue Lion is. Color coding, Lance,” she says matter of factly. 

He raises an eyebrow but sits beside her, grabbing his gift and handing it to her with a flushed face. “It’s weird. Green looks better on you.”

“Well, I don’t plan on changing it anytime soon,” she says with a huff. “Besides, blue is my second favorite color.”

“Since when?” 

Pidge gets the distinct feeling that he sees through her very soul with the skeptical look he gives her. To distract herself, she opens the gift he’s given her. “What did you get for my leg?”

It’s a little sticker of a lion of Earth. 

“That’s why it’s gotta be green,” Lance says. “It’s your Lion, Pidge. Go all out, it’s something to be proud of. Why even pick my color?”

The words are out of her mouth before she can stop them. Words she never wanted to say until this war was over and everyone was safe.

“I painted it blue because I love you!”

#plance #pidgance #pidge #lance #vld pidge #vld lance #vld #mod rue #love confession

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Pidge starts to play otome games (so basically dating sim with hot guys), one of the gentlemen looks like Lance (any au, teacher, farmer whatever) and has his personality of sappy romantic, so she plays choosing Game!Lance everytime in result she unlocks the special intense romantic episode in the game.

Pidge's reaction to the event is up to you💚💙

“...I didn’t see you there.”

(Choose one)

“It’s okay, I’m just doing my job.”

“Oh, you’re so blind sometimes, you idiot.”

“WAAaaaa! S-s-sorry I ran into you.””

“Dork, I’ve been here the whole time.”

Pidge leaned back into the pillows she had arranged around her for optimal gaming comfort, they squished up under her back in just the right way, causing her to sigh. Why was this so hard? She was a whiz at video games, usually. Even so, she’d done nothing but fail at this one. 

Sure, the Garrison psychologist suggested she find ways to bridge the gap between her love of technology and her need to be around people. And sure, Nadia gave the game raving reviews, saying that even Ina was able to navigate through all but one storyline,  though Pidge was realizing it was probably because she had figured out the formula for each character and just went with that. Ina was exceptionally good at seeing patterns after all.

And Pidge knew she was as well, generally, but this just wasn’t clicking. Who cares if you can get an imaginary character to fall in love with you? How was this going to help her with her “interpersonal relationship issues”, whatever they meant by that…?”.

Pidge considered her choices again. She’d gotten further with this character than all the others, mainly making choices like she would in real life. It sucked as much in real life as it did in the game. She preferred not being in touch with her feelings better anyway.

She sighed again, she couldn’t sit here staring at the screen hoping the answer would present itself. It wasn’t rocket science after all. That, she could do. 

Pidge scrolled through her choices again. If she was being honest with herself, and that was the whole point of this game anyway, right? She would have snapped at the person, losing her patience and calling them an idiot, mostly though, to save face. And, in the pursuit of social honesty, she actually wanted the character to recognize that she had been trying to be a good friend to them all along. 

“Number four it is.” She breathed out in a soft whisper.

“...Been here all along?....”  The character gave a soft smile at the screen, something like affection showing in his eyes. 

“You have been here, haven’t you. I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”

The screen faded to black. Pidge covered her eyes in embarrassment, that was her last chance at passing her self-inflicted social test and she’d failed. She was reaching for her phone to text Nadia of her failure when some soft, romantic music started playing. The computer screen lit back up, bathing the room in a soft, pink light. On screen the main character and the ‘object of her affection’ appeared to be going on dates. Lot’s of them. 

Pidge watched as they shared a milkshake at a diner, ate a picnic at a park, and went stargazing. Scene after scene flipped by showing a growing romantic relationship. Her palms were sweating. 

The snapshots stopped and an animated scene started. They were at the beach, the love interest leading her down the sand toward the water, his arm disappearing into the screen in a first person perspective. He was glowing in the low light of sunset, his caramel skin shining, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Be patient, we’re almost there.”

“You know I’m the most patient person in the universe. I waited years for you.”

He led them to the edge of the water, the sunset glorious, the scenery breathtaking. The character turned back around to face the screen.

“I know that now. Thank you for waiting. What do you think?”

“It’s lovely.”

He took her hand again. “I promised myself that, if I ever fell in love, I would show her this spot.”

“You what?”

Pidge’s was transfixed, her whole body flushed, her heart raced. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined the scene ending like this. With Lance confessing his love to her. 

Wait. Not Lance. The character was named Carlos or something. 

Her stomach dropped, and she let the controller drop out of her hands. She’d been playing this route as if it were her and Lance. She’d been trying to get Lance to notice her. She may be in love with Lance! Oh God!

She picked up her phone to text Nadia but decided against it. 

Her cheeks flushed again and Pidge held her hands up to them, moved her hands down to her heart and felt it racing. How could she not have noticed all this time? How would she go out of this room tomorrow and hang out with the guys and eat lunch with them and generally be around them?

 She couldn’t believe she had never noticed before. Her psychologist had said she was clueless, nicely, but she didn’t know she was that clueless.

 She was in love with Lance?

She was in love with Lance!

#Plance #Pidgance #Answers #Flirtyrobot #Otome games #VLD Pidge #VLD Lance #mod fro #submission

[seeds-of-the-garden]

“Why didn’t you tell us you are a vampire, we needed to know so we could setup a blood bank so you aren’t starving.” “Because Lance I swore I will never drink human blood no matter what.” “News flash Pidge, we are a hundred million lightyears from Earth there is no synthetic blood for you to drink, and as a Paladin of Voltron the Universe needs you in top form.”

I love this prompt. Rated T for some suggestive imagery in the vampire blood sucking way.

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Lance is a boy - nearly a young man. He is seventeen years old and has been thrust into a war against an alien tyrant, trillions of miles away from anywhere humanity had even dreamed of exploring in his lifetime. 

He’s horny. 

Not like, ridiculously so. He loves the idea of romance and courtship. He wants very much to sweep the girl he loves off her feet and give her anything she wants, including his love. 

So it’s a bit weird that he’s carrying Pidge to her room in the Castle, who he’s just very recently found out is actually one Katie Holt. He tries his best not to think too much on her tiny, boney butt under his hands and her legs wrapped around his waist. It’s all very… intimate.

And he definitely does not think about the fact that her fangs are stuck into the base of his neck, slurping his blood out like she’s enjoying a smoothie. 

“Why didn’t you tell us you are a vampire!” Lance exclaimed. “We needed to know so we could set up a… I dunno, a blood bank or something so you don’t starve!”

“Because, Lance,” Pidge glares, though it loses a lot of its potency as she’s lying bruised and bloodied on the floor of the Green Lion’s hangar. “I swore that I would never drink human blood no matter what.”

Lance grinds his teeth. “News flash Pidge, we are a hundred million lightyears from Earth there is no synthetic blood for you to drink, and as a Paladin of Voltron the Universe needs you in top form.”

Regardless of her reasons, Lance didn’t give her a choice. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t known vampires even existed up until about an hour ago, but he’s seen enough movies he knows what they need. More than that, Pidge is his friend, his teammate, and even though they haven’t been a part of Voltron for very long he knows he would do anything for her. 

Including being her food source.

Though admittedly he’s getting a little woozy himself. All worth it so that Pidge is strong enough to think their way out of trouble with whatever techy situation might come their way. The team needs her brains. He’ll have to deal with the consequences to his own body later. 

A part of him really admires Pidge’s strong will in holding out and not drinking human blood. She’s so strong and brave and melts his heart that she needs him. (Though, not quite the way he expected a girl might need him.)

Pidge moans, shifting her grip on him and Lance feels his pace quicken. It feels less like Pidge is a vampire sucking her blood and sounds exactly like lovers having it out in a secluded closet. The idea of sucking Pidge’s face back as she layers kisses on his neck crosses his mind, the biting she’s doing for simply a meal is far too easy to construct in a different context. 

He does not need to be turned on right now, but as she shifts up to get a better angle on his neck, her waist sliding up against his…

“We’re here!” he yelps, voice pitching higher than usual. The door opens automatically and he moves to lay Pidge down on her bed… only for her to bring him down with her. “Pidge, have you had enough? I really should get going…”

Pidge merely grunts in displeasure. That’s a no then. Lance sighs. Well, the bed is pretty comfortable and all of a sudden, he is feeling pretty tired. 

A nap sounds really nice right now.

#plance #pidgance #lance #pidge #vld pidge #vld lance #vld #mod rue

[seeds-of-the-garden]

Matt "taking care" of Pidge's crush towards Lance ;)

Despite how noisy the Garrison mess hall got during the peak lunch hour, Matt always looked forward to getting a break from his work, hanging with his friends, and especially, getting updated with, and sharing his own spicy gossip. Today, he was sure he would win the unspoken “top gossip award” because of the video call he accidentally saw between Iverson and Keith’s mom. Who’d of thought Krolia would be into a grumpy, one-eyed, human. ...Well, he supposed, she clearly had been into humans already. No matter, he was sure he would win anyway.

After grabbing his tray (why, why, why did mystery meat still exists after all the other innovations the universe offered them?), he headed to the group in their usual spot, a few long tables pushed together by the back windows. The whole lot of them still liked to be able to see the sky any chance they got. 

“You’re never going to guess what I have to tell you--” Matt noticed, as he approached the table, that no one was talking, and they certainly weren’t paying attention to what he was saying. All the MFE pilots, a couple of his office mates, Hunk, Shiro, and to his delight, Keith, were turned in their seats, staring across the lunchroom. 

“--What’s going on?” Matt felt disappointed that he couldn’t floor them right off the bat. They all pointed in unison, like one being with many arms, at a pair across the mess hall. There, at one of the smaller tables, sat Pidge, and, across from her, Lance. 

Lance was gesticulating wildly, his mouth moving a mile a minute. Matt worried for the glass of milk on Lance’s tray that almost got knocked over several times during his storytelling. The man was constantly full of energy, that’s for sure. The thing that did surprise him, however, was Pidge. Her elbow was on the table and her head rested in her hand, nothing short of a dreamy look on her face, as she listened to whatever Lance was telling her. 

That was odd. Pidge had many looks that belied her feelings, Matt should know, he was her very best and most amazing brother after all. Generally she looked bored, interested, irritated, or, more often than not when she was hanging with Hunk and Lance, downright evil with mischief. But dreamy? He hadn’t seen that kind of expression on her face, ever. 

Behind him, Hunk cleared his voice. Everyone turned back around, their attention on Hunk. Matt was still so shook by Pidge’s face, he forgot for a moment it was gossip hour.

“As I was saying, clearly Pidge is in love with Lance.” A satisfied grin stretched across Hunk’s face, as he crossed his arms. Everyone at the table agreed. There was no denying that the way she gazed at Lance was anything but abject adoration. Matt sat down across from Hunk.

“But...she’s my sister. She doesn’t fall in love. She doesn’t have crushes.” 

“What about her crush on James?” Someone asked from the left of him. 

“You got that wrong. It was James that had a crush on her. She didn’t notice.”

“Shut up, Kinkade.” James elbowed Ryan in the side. 

“She did have a crush on Shiro though.” Keith bluntly spoke up.

“True.” Both Shiro and Matt said at the same time. They chuckled, remembering how star struck she was by Shiro when Sam and Matt had him over for dinner before the Kerberos mission. 

“ANYWAY!” Hunk interrupted before they could start reminiscing. 

“We all know Pidge has been pining for years. Well, most of us know.” He pointedly looked at Matt. 

“But, what you don’t know, is that Lance is in love with Pidge.” Several gasps and a few ‘that can’t be true’s were heard around the table.

Hunk pulled out his Ace up his sleeve. “It’s one hundred percent true. He told me last night. Showed up at my apartment and talked to me for a straight hour about how great Pidge is and how he didn’t know he was in love with her, probably had been for a couple of years, but didn’t realize it until yesterday afternoon.” Hunk leaned back. “And now he doesn’t know how to proceed. He didn’t believe me when I told him Pidge was in love with him too. But I guess that makes sense.”

Matt was floored. For many reasons. And irritated. His gossip was going to fall flat on the floor if all they were thinking about was Pidge and Lance. And it’s the perfect time too, because Keith was actually here for once and Matt would love to see the shocked look on his face. What’s gossip for if not shocking people. And Lance is a good guy, Pidge could do worse. And finding out his baby sister was ‘in love’ from his group, having never told him before. Matt figured better to end this now.

He stood up.

“Hey! Lance! Lance!” He shouted, waving his arms to get their attention. Pidge heard him first, whipping her head around to glare at him. “LANCE!”

Lance looked over at Matt, raising his hands in a “what?” gesture.

“PIDGE LOVES YOU!” Matt pointed at his sister. Pidge’s eyes widened and her face turned bright red before burying her face in her hands.

“WHAT!?” Lance yelled back, apparently not able to hear as well as Pidge.

“I SAID! PIDGE LOVES YOU! DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!”

A sudden realization washed across Lance’s face. He looked down at Pidge, whose head was fully hidden in her arms now, then back at Matt, then down at Pidge again, the back at Matt.

“SHE DOES!?”

Matt nodded yes. The whole table nodded yes. Then everyone made hearts with their hands. Hunk beamed.

A huge smile broke out across Lance’s face, the biggest smile Matt had ever seen. Then Lance turned around and pulled Pidge’s arms away from her face. He leaned down near her and whispered a couple of words. Pidge nodded while trying to get her arms back to cover her red face again. Lance beamed at her, kissed her forehead, then hauled her up and led the two of them out of the mess hall to Lord knows where.

Matt clapped his hands back and forth like he was brushing off sand. He turned back to the table. “Now that that’s taken care of…” Matt turned to Keith. “You’re gonna love this.”

#plance #pidge #lance #vld matt #mod fro #Requited crushes #seed answers

[seeds-of-the-garden]

Pidge and Lance but in a Teen Titans Beast Boy and Raven AU!

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@queenscene2 I hope you like it! It’s been a good long while since I’ve seen this awesome little cartoon, but I did what I could!

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Pidge sighs and she slips her headphones on, pressing her fingers together gently as she begins her morning meditation. The candles are lit and the silence is peaceful. Once she is sufficiently rested, there will be plenty of time to help Hunk with the maintenance of his cyborg body, help Keith in the training room, and make sure Allura isn’t using the peanut butter for whatever horrendous lunch conglomeration she has planned today.

Then perhaps she and Lance can relax with a video game or three.

Nice and easy. Let her body relax and mind go into the zone...

“In here to rock out?”

“Ah!” Pidge yelps, jumping into the air. She flies into a corner and lets her heart settle for just a moment before she recognizes the green-skinned culprit for interrupting her. 

“Lance,” she growls. “You know it's my meditation time. You know, the thing I need to do in order to use my powers effectively?”

To his credit, Lance goes from a gaping mouth to a frown. “Sorry, Pidge. I just, really really wanted to talk to you.”

“What’s so important that you couldn’t tell me in an hour?” she huffs. 

Lance is nervous now, eyes darting around the dark room that he shouldn’t be able to see in…

Well, as a human anyway. He has a plethora of creatures he can change into to solve that problem. 

“Hunk and I were at the arcade today and um...there’s going to be a Killbot Melee tournament.”

Pidge gasps and flies down, grabbing his shoulders. “When?” she asks with bated breath. A tournament of the most competitive game in the Mercury Gameflux library, based on the beloved series Killbot Phantasm, here?

“Next month!” Lance says brightly. His green cheeks turn a pinkish shade. “And I was thinking, you know, as long as the city isn’t in mortal peril or anything, that we could um, enter it together?”

“Absolutely yes!” Pidge agrees. “We have to start preparing right away! We have to get our strategies down.”

“Yeah!” Lance chirps. “It’ll be just like training with our powers, except, you know, it’ll be just the two of us and with our gaming prowess combined, there’s no way we won’t take home that first prize trophy.”

Something clicks uneasy in Pidge’s mind, frown back on her face despite the euphoria of the concept. “You’re not wanting to do this just so you can flirt with girls, are you?”

Lance squeaks. “No! I mean, yes, kind of - I-I thought it would impress you!” His eyes widen in horror as he realizes what he’s said. “You’re the best gamer I know, Pidge. And I want to show you I can be too.”

Pidge feels distinctly like Lance isn’t actually talking about gaming and rather something else entirely. Even with all the time they’ve spent together as a team, with all the powers of darkness at her disposal, the way she thinks she understands him...

Apparently she doesn’t understand him as well as she thinks. Pidge aims to correct that, starting with being his partner at the game tournament. 

#plance #pidgance #lance #pidge #vld #mod rue #superheroes #submission

[seeds-of-the-garden]

Quarantine plangst! 🥧

*I need to forget about my quarantine plangst for a moment before I cry*

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I hope this helps you @suemaryrakocy! Its some post canon compliant stuff with Plot. They are in quarantine...but not for what you think...

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“Some hot chocolate?”

Pidge looks up with tired eyes to the mug Lance holds out to her in his hands.

“It’s milk, not water, promise.”

She takes it gratefully, taking in the steam to refresh her sense. “Thanks, Lance...sorry we had to waste the milk on this.” She takes a sip and it is heaven on her sore throat. Like a breath of fresh air it revitalizes her senses.

Especially since they can’t have any right now.

“If it perks you up, it’s well worth it,” he says, taking a seat beside her at her workstation. 

“The kids weren’t too bad going to bed, were they?” she asks.

Lance shrugs. “About the same as the last few nights. They’re itching to get out of here the same as we are.”

Nodding in acknowledgment, Pidge turns her attention back to the project. The handful of Balmeran crystals sits at her right and to the left...a containment field around the remaining rift entities; extracted from the Alteans and stuck in her home. They bounce up against the glass specially made to keep them at bay, demanding to be released. They do not have faces, just blobs of cosmic matter, but sometimes in her sleepiness, Pidge can almost see their faces, licking their lips to have access to two former Paladins of Voltron, its arch nemesis. They vibrate almost too fast for her to see, as they always do when Lance is in their proximity.

Pidge’s hands shake. If they get out, they threaten to enslave her family. Which is why they’ve taken the extra step to quarantine the four of them. No one comes in or out, groceries and other necessities transported carefully into their home with security the likes not even their world leaders see. 

It’s up to Pidge to find a way to send them back where they came from and seal the Rift. Until then, they can’t go anywhere. 

“You’re amazing, Pidge,” Lance tells her with a kiss. “I know you can do this.”

Pidge hasn’t felt like this much of a failure since their Paladin days, on their darkest missteps. Here she sits thinking in the dark all day while Lance does all the housework, making sure everyone is fed, and keeping the kids on track with schooling. “This is Allura’s domain. I’m not sure if I ever can.”

A mournful silence settles between them. Allura can’t exactly come and help.

“Just tell me if I can do anything,” he says, biting his lip. “These things freak me out.”

“The fact that if they escape they can possess us and our kids?” Pidge says spitefully. 

Lance grimaces. “Yeah...also it’s just...I don’t know, it always feels like they have it out for me.”

As if on cue, the blue marks just below his eyes glow. Pidge slowly sits up from her slouched position, mouth agape. 

Maybe Allura isn’t completely gone. Maybe she knew they’d still need her help.

“I think I know what I need to do,” she says with a wide grin. “And I’m going to need your help.”

#plance #pidgance #pidge #lance #vld #mod rue #canon compliant #married plance #post canon #submission