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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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A Mother’s Love [Chapter 2]

chapter 1 is here

Lance & Hunk & Pidge (Voltron), Pidge & Hunk (Voltron), Fluff and Humour, 2.2k Words

Summary: Nothing is more frustrating than someone quickly finding something you’ve been looking for forever. Moms are excellent at this skill. Funnily enough, so is Lance.

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Hunk jumps out of his skin as Pidge bursts into his room, looking rather panicked.

“Hunk you have got to help me,” she says desperately, before Hunk could even open his mouth to ask her what was wrong.

Hunk is vaguely worried she might pass out. Her face is concerningly red, and she has her hands braced on her knees, panting. “How about you take a deep breath,” he suggests.

“No time,” she wheezes. Hunk looks at her in alarm, but can’t stop himself from being a smartass.

“I’m actually going to go ahead and insist that there is always time to breathe. You know, the thing that guarantees our continued survival?”

Pidge gathers enough of her breath to shoot Hunk a dirty look, but to her credit she does pause and try and regulate her breathing. After a moment, she looks up at Hunk and repeats herself, more emphatic than before: “Hunk, dude, you have got to help me. It is more urgent than you could possibly imagine.”

Hunk sits straight up at this, alarmed. “Holy shit, are we being attacked? Fuck, Pidge, you should’ve lead with that!” He gets up hurriedly, starting to pull on his armour.

“No, dude, chill,” Pidge says, reaching out a hand to stop him. “Sorry. Probably shouldn’t have said that — it’s not that kind of urgent. I just need your help to find something before Lance comes to check on me.”

Hunk sits back down, looking at her warily. “And you want to do this because…?”

Pidge huffs, looking up at the ceiling. She mumbles something Hunk can’t hear.

“...What?”

She mumbles again, but not really any louder.

“What?” he repeats.

“I lost the Turmingifiver bolt!” she yells, finally.

Hunk gasped. He stares at her for a second, searching her face for a twitch of a smile or a twinkle in her eye, but he can’t find any.

“No!” he exclaims. “Tell me you’re joking.”

Pidge bites her lip guiltily. “I put it in my room instead of the workshop and now I can’t find it.”

“Pidge, that is the only one we have, and Turming is hundreds of lightyears away! We won’t be going that direction for months!”

“I know!” she wails. “I don’t know what to do! I’ve torn my room apart looking for it — I even cleaned most of it! It’s like it disappeared!”

Hunk slaps a hand to his head, groaning. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He takes a breath, not wanting to blow up on Pidge. The situation sucks, and she’s at fault, but it’s a solvable situation. It isn’t worth getting that angry over. “Shit. What are we going to do, we — wait.” He sits straight up, looking at Pidge strangely. “Why did you come to me for help? Lance is the one with eagle eyes. If you ask him, he’ll find it in two minutes flat. Didn’t you say he was coming to check on you?”

“That’s the problem!” Pidge insists. “I could be looking for something for ten straight years, tearing a place apart from top to bottom, but you ask Lance for help and he finds it immediately. It makes me feel like an idiot — how does he even find things that fast? It doesn’t make sense!”

Hunk pats her back sympathetically. “I’m well aware it’s humbling, trust me. Once, at the Garrison, I had to do this research paper for my Aviation History class, right? And it was assigned by Illean.”

Pidge winces at the name. “God, fuck, Illean? That sucks, he’s such a hardass. I bet it was, like, fifteen pages at least.”

Hunk nods. “Yeah! It was eighteen pages, which I firmly believe he chose just to be a dick. Who the hell assigns eighteen pages? Anyway. The day before it was due, I went to go do some last minute editing, and I could not find the file. It was nowhere, and I looked. And I knew damn well I saved it, I even backed it up to the cloud, but I could not find it for the life of me. Obviously I panicked, but I was with another friend at the time and she offered to look, but she couldn’t find it either, which just made me panic more. Both of us looked for like twenty minutes, doing everything we could on my laptop. We employed every trick in the book, we must have hit ‘recover file’ like, 200 times. But the fucking paper had apparently never existed.”

Pidge looks at him with wide eyes. “God, that must have been horrifying! I never took his class, but Matt did, and once he asked for an extension and Illean yelled at him, in front of the whole damn class, until he cried. Fuck. Did you have to hand it in late?”

“I was in tears too, dude, I was so panicked, because if anyone raises their voice at me even a little I will immediately cry, and Illean yelling at me would probably have me hyperventilating. But after a half hour of panic, Lance came in from his programming class. He looked at the laptop for, and I am not exaggerating, twelve motherfucking seconds, and found it. I was so consumed by rage that the anxiety literally fled my body, it was wild. To this day I get a little scowly when I think about it.”

Despite herself and her situation, Pidge smiles. Hunk certainly has a way with words.

“So, yeah. I get the frustration,” Hunk continues. He looks at her pityingly. “But that bolt is really, really important, Pidge.” He puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. “If Lance can find it, it’s worth your pride. And you know he will.”

Pidge sighs, already resigned to her fate. She should have known what Hunk would say. She gets up slowly, trying to postpone the inevitable, looking forlornly at the door.

“Should I wait for him to come check on me and bring it up in casual conversation, or beat my remaining dignity to the ground and go find him now?” she ponders.

Hunk grimaces. “I cannot overstate how important that bolt is. I think you should kiss your dignity goodbye and bite the bullet.”

Pidge sighs again. “Yeah, okay.” She makes for the door, opening it with far less fervour than she had just a few minutes ago. “Goodbye, pride and dignity,” she announcs, dragging her feet. She pauses, looking back at Hunk, who had already gotten up to follow her. She gives him a look, playfully annoyed.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to witness my impending humiliation, but I should’ve known your drama-obsessed ass was coming already.”

Hunk shrugs, unrepentant. “Sorry, dude, I love it when you get humbled. It’s funny and I refuse to apologise for that.”

The two of them make their way down the hallway, Pidge nodding her head, conceding.

“Yeah, fair, it would be. I mean, it’s funny whenever it happens to you guys, at least –”

“Pidgey!”

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

“Hey, Lance,” Hunk greets, disproportionately excited. Pidge narrows her eyes at him but eventually sighs, turning to Lance.

“Hi, Lance,” she says dejectedly.

Lance looks hurt. Alarmed – there is literally nothing in the universe more depressing than Lance’s big brown doe eyes when he gets sad – Pidge rushes to correct her tone.

“No no no! I’m not upset to see you! I mean, I am a little –”

Lance’s face falls further. Hunk blinks at her.

“Dude,” he says incredulously.

Pidge throws her hands up, frazzled and a little panicked. “Sorry! Lance! I need your help to find something!”

“...Okay,” Lance says slowly. The hurt hasn’t quite faded from his expression, but at least now he looks more confused than anything. “What did you lose?”

Pidge sighs again, resigned. “The Turmingfiver bolt.”

Lance’s eyebrows reach his hairline. “The desperately important one that can’t currently be replaced?”

“That would be the bolt, yes.”

“Oh, well, at least you lost it just recently, right? Should be easier to find.”

There is a very loud silence from the Green Paladin.

“Pidge,” Lance says, tone flat, “please tell me you came for help the second you lost it.”

‘That’s not fair!” Pidge argues. “I freaked, okay? I tried looking for it first! I even cleaned my room! But it’s been three days, and I can’t find it, and I know if I ask you you’ll find it in like two minutes and I’ll look like an idiot! I am stressed, okay? I’m allowed to make one or two poor decisions!”

Lance softens immediately, wry grin up the corner of his mouth. The hurt has finally disappeared from his face, which is beyond relieving for everyone in the room. A hurt and sad Lance is depressing, but being the cause of that hurt is like cutting off your own hand – hurting him feels like a betrayal of yourself. Keith likes to joke that all they had to do to win the war was have Lance befriend Zarkon, then Zarkon would stop doing horrible things because Lance would be sad every time he did them. They all laugh, but Hunk is pretty sure he saw that plan written out as a last resort in Shiro’s ‘Alternate Plans If Everything Continues To Go To Shit’ binder.

“I’m not a superhero, Pidge,” Lance teases, “although I’m flattered you see me in that light.”

Pidge harrumphs, but doesn’t argue, which makes Lance grin more.

“I’m sure it will take me a couple hours to find it. You’ve been looking for days, right? And it’s a tiny little bolt?”

Pidge nods, hesitantly placated.

“Exactly! I’m sure I’ll have to look pretty hard. Let’s head to your room and look around a bit, okay?”

The three of them walk to Pidge’s room, Pidge explaining in detail the last time she had the bolt, what she was doing, and what it looked like. As they enter the room in question, Hunk raises his eyebrows, exchanging a glance with Lance. If this is Pidge’s room clean… yeesh. He doesn’t want to imagine what dirty looks like. There’s shit everywhere.

“Pidge, you can’t see the floor,” Hunk says, bewildered.

“I have a lot of important things!” she defends.

“Okay, damn. I was thinking that we were gonna find this bolt easily earlier, because you made it sound like your room was actually organised by, like, real standards, but I think even Lance might have trouble finding something in this mess. It’s not even like finding a needle in a haystack. It’s like finding a needle in a pile of needles. It’s like –”

“Found it!” chirps Lance, leaning over to pluck something from the ground. He holds out his hands, and – yep. A small, octagonal-headed neon green bolt, barely a centimetre long.

Pidge screams. Just a loud, wordless yell. Hunk bites his cheek harshly, doing everything he can to keep his laughter in check, but eventually he can hold it no longer and doubles over, losing it. He shakily turns over his wrist, and what he sees set him off again.

“Forty-two seconds,” he wheezes.

Pidge yells again, and Lance smirks a little. He was trying to hold it back, maybe to spare Pidge’s feelings, but seriously. It must be physically impossible not to feel a little gratified when you easily find something someone else has been looking for for days.

“This is ridiculous!” Pidge screeches. “I have been tearing my room apart for days! It, admittedly, is still cluttered beyond belief! The bolt is ridiculously small! How the fuck did you find it so quickly? I used a metal detector!”

Hunk, who had just started to calm himself down, loses it again.

“A fucking metal detector! I literally did everything that was possible to find the damn thing! And you waltz in here in under a minute, barely glance around, and you find it! Witchcraft! Sorcery! Black fucking magic! You are not of this realm!”

Lance snorts, walking over to Pidge and ruffing her hair before tucking the bolt in her clenched fist. “I just have a good eye, Pigeon. Don’t lose it this time.” He walks gracefully out of the room, presumably to go continue his rounds and check on the rest of the team.

Pidge shakes her head, huffing. She nudges Hunk with her foot, who had collapsed onto the ground at some point during his wheezefest.

“Are you done,” she demands.

Hunk sits up shakily, grinning at her. “That was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. You got clowned. He found that so fucking fast.”

Pidge crosses her arms, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. It happens. Lance’s abilities are beyond the mortal scope of reality. That was unnatural.”

“Can’t deny you’re relieved, though,” Hunk points out, getting to his feet.

“God, yeah, you have no idea. Humiliating or not, holy shit. Feels like a huge weight is off my shoulders. My dignity was unfortunately worth it. You were right.”

Hunk slings an arm around her shoulders, leading her to the workshops. “Yep! Usually am. Now, let’s go finish that project, huh? We better use that bolt before you lose it again and I have to watch you get humbled again. Actually, you know what? Maybe you should lose it again. It was pretty funny. I wouldn’t mind a rerun.”

Pidge shoves him, but she’s grinning. “Yeah, yeah, shuddup. Let’s go attach this bolt to something so I never have to think about this again.”

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xirayn · 1 year

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AO3 first lines

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

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jaylovcartoons · 2 years

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Hidge 😳

#vld hidge #fanart #voltron #hunk garrett #voltron hunk #voltron pidge #pidge gunderson #hidge #team punk #hunk x pidge #myart #katie holt

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the og trio

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charlienick · 2 years

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dave, paris and jess going to temple together. they make seder for rory and lane and they celebrate the high holidays together. that’s all thank you for your time

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misa130982 · 5 months

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#nerd #geek #team punk #sci fi #site nerd

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clickabletale · 1 year

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A snippet of Team Punk for y'all after so long--

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star-wrld · 2 months

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gorgug should autocrit on all future popularity rolls for his time at augefort because you can not tell me this school filled with teenage anarchists would see that video of him oinking at a cop and not think he's the coolest guy alive

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oscorp-lawsuit · 10 months

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Headcanon that all spider people get what’s called the “Spider-Zoomies” (which is a sudden burst of energy but it’s expressed through Spider-like behavior) except for Miguel because he didn’t get bitten, so every time he makes the mistake of going to HQ in the middle of the night, he gets jump scared by at least one Spider-Man:

Scuttling across the ceiling (Pavitr)

Hissing into the void (Miles)

Bench pressing a building (Peter B)

Jumping fifty feet into the air without warning (Margo)

Building some intricate contraption in complete darkness (Hobie, emphasis on trap)

Running extremely fast without making a sound so you don’t know they’re there until it’s too late (wtf Mayday)

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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“You ready to see a top five gay moment?”

“Oh, for sure. What are we thinking?”

“Well, I’m putting my money on The Notebook. I think they’ll have that whole big, emotional kiss moment.”

“But there’s no rain.”

“Oooooh, you’re right. Maybe not, maybe not.”

“What are you guys whispering about?” Shiro asks, strolling up to the Yellow and Green paladins.

“Keith and Lance are gonna have their Big Gay Reunion soon,” Pidge explains. “We’re betting on which romcom they’re going to copy.”

“Oh, sweet, I want in.”

“Cool,” Hunk says. “See, Lance doesn’t yet know Keith is coming — Keith wanted it to be a surprise. So I’m thinking we’re gonna have a big, shocked thing: Lance running into Keith’s arms, Keith spinning him around, and then a big dramatic smooch. Like in The Little Mermaid.”

Shiro hums thoughtfully. “I dunno. What if it’s a softer thing, like in Casper? When he becomes real again?”

Hunk and Pidge raise high, appraising eyebrows, exchanging a contemplative look. “That’s certainly a contender,” Hunk agrees. There’s a pensive silence as Pidge squints at the wall, tapping her foot in thought.

“Oh, I think I have a winner,” Pidge exclaims after a moment, eyes alight with something smug. “I think it’ll be all gooey, like in The Princess Diaries. I think one of their legs will pop.”

“Interesting, interesting.”

The three paladins continue to debate, bringing up various iconic romcom moments, but in the end they decide to stick with their first ideas. Bets are placed, money is exchanged. Now all that’s left is to wait for the reunion in question.

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As it turns out, all three of them were wrong.

As they land on the planet’s surface, everyone subtly blocks Lance from seeing through the windshield of the little pod — where Keith is clearly visible standing in front of a large group of Blades, with the world’s dopiest smile on his face.

They exit the pod, keeping Lance in the back of the group as long as possible, Lance muttering the whole time.

“I wish we knew if Keith was okay,” he mumbles to Allura, who suppresses a knowing smile. “I mean, I know he can’t answer all of my calls, but still. It’s be nice to know that he’s alive.”

No sooner do the words come out of his mouth that Team Voltron parts, allowing Lance a clear view to what’s in front of him: Keith, beaming, raising a hand in an awkward wave.

“Keith!” Lance screams predictably, sprinting forward to meet him. As soon as he starts running, Keith does too, smile never leaving his face. Hunk turns smugly to Shiro and Pidge.

“I told you,” he brags, “as soon as Lance gets close enough, Keith’s gonna grab him and spin him around, and they’re gonna smooch. The Little Mermaid for the win.”

He turns back to the two lovebirds, who are within three meters of each other. “Get ready to cough up those GAC, guys,” Hunk says smugly.

Shiro scowls, reaching into his pocket (why can’t his dumbass brother adhere to his goddamn expectations so he can make bank, c’mon now), when the inevitable happens — as Lance finally meets Keith in the middle of the plain they’ve landed in, Keith doesn’t lift him in a spin. Lance grabs Keith’s arm.

Holy shit, are they gonna have a Casper kiss? Is Shiro gonna win this thing?

As soon as Lance’s hand wraps around Keith’s wrist, he swings the arm around with full strength, and the only thing Shiro can process is Keith’s look of panic before he’s flipping through the air, landing with a bang on his back.

“I thought you were dead, you fuckin’ jerk!” Lance yells, then drops to his knees and presses a hard kiss to Keith’s mouth. He pulls back — “Dead, do you hear me? Deceased! Finished! I haven’t heard from you in weeks!” — and then leans down again. This time, Keith rises up a little to meet him, hand curling around Lance’s jaw with a juxtaposing gentleness to the actual judo flip he just endured from the love of his life upon seeing each other for the first time in months.

“I guess they’re pulling a Percabeth,” Hunk says weakly, before the three of them burst into laughter so strong they have to hold on to each other to stay upright.

Allura shakes her head at them, fond exasperation written all over her face. She has the most ridiculous group of weirdos in the world as her universe-defending crew.

And honestly? She wouldn’t change them for anything.

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