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Chapter Three - Galra Chronicles

Lance MCclan x Amira Thorn (My Oc) x Keith Kogane

Summary- Amira reunites with a close friend at bakery in Paris, where they share secret. Later, at a meeting with Allura and others, Amira provides insights on the criminal organization Galra. The team plans to attend Mr. Prieur's party to gather intel. Amira and Keith share a tense moment in his hotel room, hinting at their complicated relationship.

Amira approached The Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie, savoring the scent of freshly baked croissants. The bell chimed as she entered.

"I'm coming!" a small voice called out.

"Take your time!" Amira called back.

Marinette sprang up from behind the counter. "Amira! It's so good to see you!" She exclaimed, embracing her friend.

"I've missed you," Amira replied, returning the hug.

"What are you doing here?" Marinette asked, releasing her embrace.

"Here at your parents' bakery or here in Paris?"

Marinette gave Amira a knowing look. "I'm here on business, Mari. I stopped by to check on you."

"Oh, I'm doing great! You being here is great! I'm experimenting with pie recipes! You should try a piece," Marinette exclaimed, pulling Amira behind the counter.

Amira allowed Marinette to guide her. "Are you sure? Last time I saw you, you were stressed out of your mind."

Marinette cut a piece of pie and handed it to Amira. "I'm doing better, I promise."

Amira took a bite of the pie. "I knew you would figure out a balance. I thought superhero life would get harder with age."

Marinette playfully smacked Amira. "How have you been?"

"This pie is delicious, what is it made from?" Amira asked, trying to change the topic.

Marinette rolls her eyes. "You can't change the topic; friends tell friends what's up. Plus, my parents aren't home."

Amira places the pie down beside her and hops onto the counter. "I'm on an undercover mission."

Marinette grabs a fork and takes a piece of Amira's pie. "Oh, sounds fun!"

Amira sighs, swinging her feet back and forth. "Normally, it would be."

"But?" Marinette prompts, sucking on her fork.

"I'm posing as a married couple with Lance," Amira says.

Marinette looks at Amira. "The guy with blue eyes from Seattle?"

"The one and only," Amira replies humorously.

Marinette thinks for a moment. "The only advice I could give you is to give him another chance. People make mistakes, Amira."

Amira considers for a moment. "Perhaps you're right. I think I'll give Lance another chance."

Marinette scoffs. "You mean, give him a chance. As much as I love you, Amira, you don't tend to give people a chances."

Amira rolls her eyes. "Whatever."

"So, did that cute guy with the purple eyes join you on this mission?" Marinette questioned.

Amira smiled, grabbing a bowl with left over batter, "He did actually. Only he's not an agent anymore. He made lieutenant!"

"Oh, wow! Impressive. Are you planning on messing around with him again?" Marinette asked suggestively.

Amira playfully nudged her blue-haired friend. "I'm not sure my husband would be okay with that."

Marinette giggled. "I'm not sure he'd be okay with that either."

As Amira moved to speak, the bakery door opened, and a soft voice called out for Marinette.

"Charlotte, what are you doing here?" Marinette asked, confused.

Charlotte looked at the two girls behind the counter, dumbstruck. "It appears you're busy. I can come back later!"

Amira hopped off the counter, placing the bowl down and rushed towards the door. "It's okay, I was just leaving! It was nice seeing you, Marinette!"

Closing the door behind her, she could hear her friend wishing her well.

Amira strolls beneath the arches, tracing the pathways of the central garden in Place des Vosges. As she approaches, Lance and Keith accompanied by two unfamiliar figures, she quietly approaches from behind, which goes unnoticed by the boys. Stealthily, she walks up behind the boys, who remain oblivious to her presence.

Meanwhile, Allura catches sight of Amira and extends a welcoming hand. "You must be Miss Thorn! I've heard great things about you," she exclaims warmly.

As the boys make space in between them for Amira, she remains silent, simply returning Allura's handshake.

Allura retrieves a badge from her pocket, assuming a more official demeanor. "Special Agent Allura Farla. Interpol. Grand Theft Division," she declares, flashing her badge with authority as her distinctive British accent fills the air.

She then turns to her partner, a lean man with pale skin, short orange hair, and a bushy orange mustache. "Sir Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe. Interpol. Grand Theft and Larceny Division," she introduces.

Amira interjects, "I'm with the Secret Service."

Allura furrows her eyebrows in confusion. "You're not with GISS?"

Amira smiles. "No, but I do work closely with them."

"I see. Now that introductions are out of the way, let's get going!" Allura announces.

Amira takes hold of Lance's arm, pulling him slightly aside from the group. "Catch me up," she requests.

In an annoyed tone, Lance responds, "Where were you? And why were you late?"

Amira nudges Lance in a playful manner, dismissing his questions. "That's none of your concern. Let's focus on the task at hand," she insists.

Sighing in defeat, "We're heading to a restaurant named La Place Royale. We'll be meeting Mr. Prieur there."

As they enter the restaurant, Allura handles the check-in process, leading them to their table where Mr. Prieur awaits.

"This is our client, Aleksandr Prieur," Allura introduces, gesturing towards the tall, muscular man with broad shoulders. "Hello. Please, have a seat," he greets in a dry tone.

"Wow, doesn't he look good for his age," Amira muses to herself as she takes in Mr. Prieur's appearance.

Lance courteously pulls out a chair for Amira, who gracefully takes her seat. Allura begins the conversation, "As you're aware, you received a call from an anonymous—"

Before she can finish Mr. Prieur interjects, "Can we discuss this matter after we've enjoyed a nice warm meal?"

"This is something we need to discuss urgently, Mr. Prieur," Keith asserts impatiently.

Mr. Prieur remains stubborn, insisting, "Of course, after we've had a warm meal."

Amira rolls her eyes, deciding she doesn't have time for this. "I'll be at the bar," she announces, rising from her seat.

Lance watches her leave for a moment before speaking up, "I'm going to join her. I hope you don't mind."

Mr. Prieur nods, "I understand. Go fetch your wife."

Lance quickly follows Amira to the bar and takes a seat beside her on a barstool.

"Two waters, please!" Lance requests the bartender.

"Coming right up!" the bartender responds.

After being served, the pair sit quietly together. That's when Lance turns his body to face Amira. "Excuse me, miss?"

Amira faces Lance, looking confused. "What?"

"My name is Lance McClain. What's your name, beautiful?" he says respectfully.

Amira smiles, still skeptical. "Are you serious?" she asks.

"I'm being dead serious," Lance replies, smiling softly.

Amira giggles. "You know who I am, Lance," she says playfully.

Lance looks at Amira softly. "I know Seattle didn't go to well, so I want to start over. Straight from scratch. Please give me a chance to."

Amira thinks for a moment biting her lip, "I'm Amira Thorn. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Let me buy you a real drink? Yeah?" Lance suggests.

"Sure, why not," Amira replies, amused by the situation.

Across the room, the three agents watch them closely.

"They make a lovely couple," Allura remarks, taking in the romantic scene before her.

Keith scoffs and mumbles under his breath, "It's not real."

Unheard by anyone else, Mr. Prieur speaks, "Young love. I truly wish the best for their relationship."

As the evening progresses, the tension in the air seems to dissipate, replaced by an air of camaraderie and shared purpose among the separate groups. Despite the weight of their mission and the uncertainties ahead, there's a sense of solidarity and determination among them.

Back in New York, Pidge diligently sifted through data, attempting to trace the anonymous caller's identity. Hunk, her ever-curious companion, finally broke the silence after an hour of intense scrutiny of her computer screen.

"So, I've been wondering," Hunk began, his brow furrowed in curiosity, "how do you pinpoint the caller's location from a phone booth, especially with multiple booths around?"

Pidge glanced up briefly, explaining her process. "I'm scanning for outgoing calls from phone booths near the Seine during the time of the call. We received it around 9:30 AM our time, so I'm narrowing down the search to 2:30-3:30 PM Paris time. Once we identify potential calls, our agents in Paris can follow up with local witnesses, like shop owners."

A sudden knock interrupted their conversation, startling them both. Hunk's face lit up as Shay, his girlfriend, appeared at the door with three cups of coffee.

"Shay!" Hunk exclaimed, rushing over to greet her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, sweetie," Shay replied affectionately. "I'm sorry about canceling our date tonight. Shiro put us on Code Black." Hunk says disappointingly.

"Code Black? Overnight assignment, huh? Well, at least you brought coffee!" Shay grinned, accepting the cup.

Shay turned to Pidge with a warm smile. "I got one for you too, Pidge," she said, handing her a cup of coffee.

“How thoughtful of you!” Pidge said, accepting the coffee from Shay with gratitude.

As Pidge dove back into her work, Hunk and Shay exchanged affectionate words, lost in their own little world.

"Sorry again, Shay. I promise to make it up to you," Hunk said, his tone filled with regret.

Shay waved off his apology with a smile, giving him a quick peck on the lips that elicited a delighted giggle from Hunk. "Bye, bookie wookie!" she called out as she left.

Pidge couldn't help but tease Hunk, mimicking Shay's affectionate nickname. “Bye, bookie wookie!” she said with a grin, causing Hunk to blush.

"Have you found anything yet?" Hunk asked eagerly, trying to steer the conversation away from his embarrassment.

"Yes! I have, actually. It looks like a call was made at 2:06 PM from a phone booth near a nightclub called GM Red Room," Pidge reported, a hint of triumph in her voice.

Hunk jumped up, pumping his fists in victory. "We did it!"

Pidge smiled up at him. "I did it. Now all we have to do now is inform the agents."

Upon arriving at Mr. Prieur's opulent mansion, the six settled into the grand parlor area, surrounded by plush furnishings and intricate decor.

Amira gracefully took her place next to Lance on the exquisite red velvet couch, their presence commanding attention amidst the lavish surroundings. With Shiro's holographic projection on the wall, they began their conference call.

Allura spoke up, her voice resonating with authority. "As I was saying earlier, your office received a call from an anonymous source regarding the theft of 'Voltron,' but we've yet to identify the sender."

"We managed to trace the call back to a phone booth near the Seine, but determining the caller's identity has proven challenging due to it being a public line," Shiro explained. "Our best analysts are currently working on it."

"We're doing our part as well," Allura added.

"After we were alerted, we informed Mr. Prieur about the situation. We've also reached out to the local Parisian police, although it seems they're preoccupied with a rather bizarre situation involving a man in purple causing chaos with butterflies. Quite incompetent," Allura remarked, disapproval lacing her words."

Lance leaned towards Amira, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Butterflies terrorizing Paris? Sounds like quite the spectacle," he quipped.

Amira suppressed a smile, her gaze shifting to Prieur, who was pouring himself a drink. "I recall seeing a tall man lurking around my wing of the Louvre last week. Unfortunately, that's all I can remember. My thoughts have been scattered lately."

"We've scoured our international database and have a lead," Allura announced solemnly. "The Galra."

"My team has been tirelessly researching the Galra, but we've hit a dead end," Shiro admitted.

Amira spoke calmly yet firmly. "The Galra are one of the world's most notorious criminal organizations. They engage in various illicit activities, including drug trafficking, sex trafficking, identity fraud, money laundering, and more. It's believed they operate Europe's largest black market, with rumored headquarters in Russia, Japan, and Brazil."

As Amira's revelation sank in, everyone in the room fell into stunned silence. Allura broke the silence, her voice steady. "Their leader goes by the name 'Zarkon.' We aren't sure what his real name is. They're practically invisible, with no records of them anywhere. Any time Interpol gets close to them, they seem to vanish into thin air. We only found out about them when one of them came to us seeking asylum. Now he's one of our informants. How do you know so much about the Galra, Miss Thorn?"

Amira hesitated for a moment before responding, "I've had run-ins in the past."

Allura regarded Amira skeptically. "How odd. That's something we should discuss more about later, Miss Thorn."

Clearing his throat, Coran then pulled up a holographic map. "Our informant told us that there has been a high degree of Galra activity near the Seine recently, and that's where you all come in. You three were called here to go undercover at Mr. Prieur's party Friday night, to scope out the area where the anonymous source was."

"I will add your cover names to the guest book for the party Friday night," Mr. Prieur said. "In fact, I'll put all of you down as VIPs! You won't have to wait in the queue. It starts at 19:00! Don't be late."

"I'm just informing you that there's no reliable way to identify a Galra member," Allura says.

Amira interjects, "Actually, most Galra members have a genetic birth defect that gives them violet eyes."

Keith's eyes widened, and he quickly looked away, focusing on his hands.

"Well, that's something I was not informed about," Allura remarks, slightly annoyed. "How do you know this information?"

"Inside sources," Amira replies bluntly.

Changing the subject, Lance spoke up, "I have a question for you, Mr. Prieur" Mr. Prieur nodded, signaling for Lance to continue. "What is this 'Voltron' that you're so protective over?"

"I can't say. It's classified," Mr. Prieur replied cryptically.

Allura glanced at her watch. "Oh my! Look at the time, it's almost 21:30! We must go! Thank you for letting us use your home," she said, smiling at Mr. Prieur.

"It was my pleasure, Allura," he replied.

"Great. I'll talk to you all tomorrow. Goodnight everyone," Shiro said, and the projection disappeared from the wall. The five exited the mansion and gathered in the circular driveway to discuss the next day's plans.

"Tomorrow at 10 AM, we will meet at the Pont des Arts. There, we have a secret base set up underground. Then we will go from there," Allura explained.

Coran retrieved his keys. "We'll drive you back to your hotel in our car," he offered.

Amira waved her hand dismissively. "It's alright! We can walk."

"I insist!" Coran exclaimed, clicking a button on his keychain. A sleek orange car pulled up beside them. "Climb in. This bad boy will get you to the hotel in no time!"

The three squeezed into the back of the sports car as Coran sped down the road, ignoring safety laws. By the time they reached the hotel, Lance and Keith looked a bit green.

"Are you two okay?" Amira teased.

"Obviously not!" Lance replied, leaning over in distress.

"Well, you're a big boy. Get over it," Amira said, hooking onto Lance's arm.

As the three made their way up to their hotel rooms, Lance was hit with nausea. "Well, see you two tomorrow," said Keith, making his way to his hotel room.

"Hold up, Keith. Can we talk?" Amira said, and Keith held the door open for her. She turned to Lance, who had an annoyed expression on his face "I'll only be a minute. Go take care of your stomach."

Lance gave her half a smile and went inside their shared room. Amira and Keith quickly headed into his hotel room. Immmediately Amira started to unbutton her blouse.

Keith avoided eye contact. "What are you doing?"

Amira smirks, "What do you think I'm doing, Keith? You seem stressed. I can help with that," Amira said, shrugging off her top.

Keith grabbed Amira's waist as she delicately started to kiss his neck. "Amira-"

Amira cupped Keith's face in her hands, looking directly into his eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

Keith sighed, grabbing Amira's hands. "No, but l- I just can't have you right now," he said, placing his forehead on hers.

"Why not, Keith?" Amira whined, kissing him softly. "Didn't we have a good time back in Seattle?"

"Yes, we did," Keith said, kissing Amira fiercely.

As quickly as their kiss ignited, it ended abruptly as Keith pulled away, softly rubbing Amira's face. "Go to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Amira smiled buttoning her blouse, "Sure thing, Lieutenant!" she said teasingly, stepping out of his hotel room. Keith closed his eyes and sighed as he rubbed his face.

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curlymeme · 13 days

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Chapter Two - In the Ciry of Love: Unveiling Clues and Conspiracies

Lance MCclan x Amira Thorn (My Oc) x Keith Kogane

Summary: Lance and Amira, posing as a married couple, arrive at Le Grand Paris hotel in Paris to begin their undercover mission. They navigate through the luxurious lobby, maintaining their cover amidst the opulent surroundings. Meanwhile, back at headquarters, Hunk and Pidge delve into old files related to the Kerberos mission, stirring up emotional turmoil for Pidge. In Paris, the team checks in with Shiro, sharing updates on their progress and receiving new directives for their mission. As they prepare for their meeting with Interpol, personal dynamics and tensions among the team members come to the surface.

"Amira, isn't it strange how there isn't any public knowledge on this Voltron thingy? Yet, at least a few people know about it," he remarked, furrowing his brow.

Amira tilted her head, intrigued. "What do you mean?" she inquired.

"Well, if Aleksandr Prieur is keeping it under wraps to the extent that even the GISS or Interpol can't find any information, it's a little odd that an anonymous tipster predicted its theft. If it's not public knowledge, then people don't even know it exists," Lance explained.

Amira pondered his words for a moment. "You might have a point there. That is important information. You should let the others know when we meet later," she suggested.

Lance nodded in agreement.

"Ready?" Keith interjected, breaking the silence.

"Yes," Amira confirmed, grabbing her purse. "Remember to stay alert. If our covers are blown again, I will kick your ass," she warned as they approached the entrance to Le Grand Paris.

Lance smirked confidently. "Don't worry, Mama. I've learned my lesson," he quipped.

"My name is now Charlotte Waldorf. Got it?" Amira clarified firmly.

"Yes, babe. I've got it," Lance responded with a playful wink. Taking her hand in his, he leaned in close, emitting a pleasant coconut scent.

"You know what sounds better? Amira McClain," he whispered seductively in her ear.

Amira pulled him in closer. "In your dreams, pretty boy," she retorted, maintaining her composure.

As they entered the hotel, baggage porters gracefully strolled in alongside them, effortlessly carrying their suitcases and bags. Keith lingered a few paces behind, discreetly distancing himself from the duo.

They ambled through the lobby, where a magnificent centerpiece awaited; a large vase brimming with vibrant red flowers atop a glass table, surrounded by an ornate eight-sided cross and circle decorative motif adorning the pristine white floor. The hotel, renowned for its opulence and luxury, lived up to its five-star rating in every aspect.

A melting pot of cultures mingled in the bustling lobby, their conversations weaving a tapestry of diverse languages. However, it was the attire of the patrons that caught Amira's discerning eye. Clad in exquisite fabrics such as cashmere, mink, and silk, adorned with jewelry crafted from 24-karat gold, fine silver, and dazzling diamonds, they exuded an aura of refined elegance that left her awe-struck.

As her heels clicked against the tiled floor, she made her way to the left of the entrance, where the reception area awaited her.

"This place is so romantic, isn't it, baby?" Amira exclaimed, fully embracing her role. She clasped her hand onto Lance's toned, muscular arm, a playful twinkle in her eyes.

Lance blushed slightly but kept his cool demeanor. "Nothing but the best for my girl," he replied, planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head. Amira beamed, leaning affectionately into Lance's side.

The manager approached with a warm smile, his honey blonde curls bouncing with each step, and his hazel eyes sparkling with hospitality. "Bonjour! Et bienvenue à Le Grand Paris! My name is Timeo. Are you two checking in?" he greeted them warmly.

"Yes! We have a reservation under the name Waldorf," Amira confirmed with a bright smile.

"One moment, s'il vous plaît," Timeo replied, his fingers dancing gracefully across the keyboard.

Timeo's eyes widened with delight as he glanced at his computer screen. "Ah, yes. The Coco Chanel Honeymoon Suite! How lovely! One bedroom, two bathrooms, a walk-in closet, and a separate living room. Correct?" he confirmed.

Lance chuckled charmingly. "Yes, sir. We got married yesterday! We're spending a few weeks here in Paris," he smoothly replied, seamlessly slipping into his role. He then unlinked his arm from Amira's and wrapped it around her waist, drawing her closer and softly rubbing her side. Amira placed a hand on his chest, smiling warmly.

"He's really good," Amira thought, impressed by Lance's performance.

As Timeo began to speak, a loud shriek pierced the air, causing them to turn around. They saw a slender teenage girl of medium height, her light honey blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. "This is utterly ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!" she yelled, her frustration evident as she stormed up the stairs towards the elevator. "Just wait until Daddy hears about this!" she shouted before disappearing inside.

"Don't mind her," Timeo said apologetically. "She's the daughter of the owner. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine! I understand. Teenagers, am I right?" Amira remarked, injecting a touch of humor into the situation.

"Here are your key cards. Enjoy your time here at Le Grand Paris!" Timeo handed Lance the room keys.

"Merci!" Amira expressed her gratitude with a smile.

"Come on, mama," Lance urged, his hand guiding her towards the elevator, clearly relishing the undercover assignment.

Entering the elevator, Amira reached to press the up button, but Lance pouted childishly. "Aw, I wanted to press the button," he complained. Amira shot him a skeptical look. "Are you serious?" she questioned, her tone dripping with judgment. Lance merely scoffed in response. "Yes, beautiful. I was being dead serious," he retorted, a playful glint in his eyes.

Amira sighed, rubbing her temple in annoyance as the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival. Stepping inside, they were greeted by a familiar voice calling out to hold the door.

Keith hurried in with his rolling suitcase, his hurried entrance causing a commotion as he struggled to maneuver inside. Pressing the button for the fifth floor, Keith let out a curse as another couple joined them in the crowded elevator.

"Thank you for holding the door," a Spanish woman expressed her gratitude as she pressed the third floor, and the elevator began its ascent.

"No problem," Keith replied tersely.

The journey to the third floor was silent as Lance and Amira maintained their act of being affectionate with each other.

When the Spanish couple left the elevator, Amira immediately nudged Lance away from her, signaling the end of their charade.

Keith took charge, "We need to let HQ know that we've arrived," he said, glancing at his watch. "We've got four and a half hours until we meet up with Allura at Place des Vosges. After we check in with HQ, relax and get settled. Don't forget to wear something a little dressier yet casual."

Amira and Lance nodded in agreement as the elevator came to a stop. Keith's room was just two doors down from the Honeymoon Suite, showing that Shiro had planned their mission meticulously.

"Drop off your stuff and meet me in my room. I don't want anyone to get suspicious that a third person frequents the Honeymoon Suite," Keith instructed, handing Amira a key card. "Here's the key to my room, if you need it," he added, locking eyes with Amira.

Lance shot Keith a glare. "Hey! What's that about?! Giving Amira a key and not me?" Keith scowled in response. "It's not personal," he retorted. "I just know you'll lose it, so Amira, being responsible, gets to hold onto it." "I'm older than her! I mean, technically, she's still a teenager!" Lance scoffed, feeling slighted.

"Are you saying you married a child, Lance?" Amira questioned, amused.

Lance quickly replied, realizing his poor choice of words, "No- you're an adult, but still technically-"

Keith interjected in a quiet voice. "Just...meet me in my room when you're done unpacking!" Exasperated, he focused on unlocking his door and walked inside, dragging his suitcase behind him.

Lance rolled his eyes and offered his arm to Amira. "Shall we, m'lady?" Amira smiled softly, taking his arm as they walked the short distance to their room.

Releasing Amira from his arm, Lance took the hotel card and when the door opened, he stepped to the side and bowed goofily. "Welcome to our room, beautiful!" he said, earning a smile from Amira.

The room left Lance in awe, his jaw dropping as he closed the door behind them. "Whoa!" he exclaimed. "This place is amazing!" Breaking into a childish laugh, he dropped his suitcase and began exploring every nook and cranny, while Amira elegantly placed her suitcase on the holder.

"Wow! Look, Mama! Matching robes!" Lance exclaimed, pulling out two red silk robes with gold lining from the wardrobe.

Amira sighed softly as she gracefully laid on the king-sized bed. "They're nice, Lance."

Lance returned the robes and opened the door to their left, revealing a spacious bathroom equipped with a rain shower and a large jacuzzi bathtub.

Poking his head out from around the door frame, Lance jumped onto the bed next to Amira, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously. "There's a jacuzzi tub big enough for two," he flirted, blowing her a kiss.

Amira gave him a look as she sat up. "What makes you think I'd bathe with you?"

With a smirk, Lance quips, "You're not exactly saying no." In response, Amira swiftly grabs a pillow attempting to slap Lance with it.

Lance chuckles, dodging the pillow. "Hey, no violence! I was just making an observation," he says, grinning mischievously.

Lance pouted as Amira reminded him of their impending meeting with Keith. She swiftly threw her hair into a high ponytail and urged Lance off the bed. "Let's go," she said, determined.

"Patience, beautiful," Lance teased, but followed her lead.

Arriving outside Keith's room, they knocked. Keith opened the door and silently gestured them inside. He scanned the hallway cautiously before swiftly closing the door behind them.

In the break room back in New York, Hunk and Pidge found themselves in a familiar routine. Pidge lay sprawled out on the ground, clutching her stomach, while Hunk sat against their work lockers.

"So, I was watching Snack vs. Chef last night," Hunk began, launching into a discussion about the latest episode. "They had to make Flamin' Hot Cheetos into something new! And this guy made 'What a Pickle'—a cracker shaped like a pickle, coated with pickle cheese. Like, wow! I should try making it sometime, huh Pidge?"

Pidge groaned. "How can you talk about food right now? I feel like I'm going to explode."

"You'll be okay!" Hunk reassured her, standing up and offering his hand.

Pidge accepted Hunk's help and sat up. "We need to get back to work," she said, heading towards the main file room.

Hunk sighed as he followed her. "Pidge, why are we in here? Is about the Kerberos mission—"

"Maybe," Pidge interrupted, her tone indicating uncertainty.

"You're only torturing yourself," Hunk pointed out.

Pidge rolled her eyes and opened a file cabinet. "Shiro said we could look through the files. Plus, looking wouldn't hurt anything."

Hunk sighed again, resigned, and opened a file drawer. "I guess."

"How do you think Amira is holding up?" Pidge asked, shifting the conversation.

"What do you mean?" Hunk questioned.

"The last time Amira was here, she was upset. Rightfully so, but I'm worried about this mission. Like something bad might happen," Pidge explained, flipping through the "H" files.

Hunk pondered for a moment. "I think we should be worried about the boys! That girl could end them in a heartbeat."

"I mean, you're not wrong," Pidge said, giggling at the thought of Amira kicking the boys' asses.

"Hey, look. It's the file for Operation Kerberos," Hunk said, showing Pidge.

Pidge shot up and walked over to him, gasping. "Let me see!" she said, snatching the file from his hands. "Rude," Hunk scoffed. "You could have just asked me to hand it to you; I would've just given it up."

After a few moments, she angrily chucked it on the ground. She was clearly trying to hold back tears, sitting down and wrapping her arms around her knees. Her breathing became shaky, indicating she was crying.

Hunk crouched down, putting a large hand on her shoulder and rubbing back and forth in a soothing way. "Hey, I'm sure they're out there somewhere, Katie. I'm sure we'll find them soon," he said.

Pidge sniffled. "I just was hoping that I could find something. Anything that would lead us to where they are. No clues no nothing!" She took off her foggy glasses and rubbed on her lab coat.

The Kerberos mission was one that haunted her to the core. The mission where she lost her dad and brother. Only Shiro and she made it back after the explosion, but no one had found any trace of Sam and Matt Holt that night. She hated herself for not being able to do much. She wasn't a field agent; she was a lab tech, which she was very good at.

Leaving the loose pages scattered on the file room floor, he grabbed Pidge's hand, and the two hurried out of the records room into the lab. Pidge quickly sat down and logged into her computer, which had six screens that Hunk had set up for her. Before they could start their research, Pidge's video watch started beeping.

She looked down. "It's Keith! It seems like they made it to Paris. Let's go grab Shiro."

"Captain, we've safely arrived in Paris and checked in," Keith reported to the trio. His communicator watch projected a video call onto one of the walls of the room. "Good. Any developments?" Shiro inquired. Lance smirked, "I've learned Amira is a beautiful sleeper."

"Did you watch her sleep?" Keith questioned, sounding accusatory.

"Not in a creepy way!" Lance defended himself.

Amira sighed, "We've just arrived, sir. Though I do have some information you might find useful."

Shiro's expression turned serious. "What am I missing, Miss Thorn?"

"From my captain, I was informed that the Galra are involved in this case," Amira revealed.

Shiro looked shocked. "That's important information. Thank you, Miss Thorn. We'll look into it."

After Shiro finished, Keith interjected, "We just wanted to check in. We're meeting up with the Interpol agents in about four hours."

Shiro nodded. "Great. Keep us posted." Lance suddenly perked up. "Oh! Actually, there's something I need to tell you guys. I was talking to Amira before we checked into the hotel, and I mentioned how strange it is that the public doesn't know about this Voltron thing, except for a few people. Isn't that strange?"

"Yeah, we found that to be weird too," Shiro added. "Pidge was already looking into it."

"So far, I haven't found anything. The phone booth near the Seine is practically a burn phone. There's no way I can track it," Pidge said, sounding defeated.

"We'll walk around the area tomorrow to see if anyone saw anything out of place," Keith suggested. "In the meantime, we gotta go meet our Interpol connections."

"Right. Keep us posted if anything happens. We'll all be on standby," Shiro announced.

"Okay, bye, Captain," Keith said before hitting the "off" button on his communicator watch.

"Alright, I'll meet you two down in the lobby in an hour. Again, make sure you wear something a little bit dressy," Keith instructed.

Lance nodded. "I have the perfect outfit for tonight. I'm sure Amira will love it," he said, winking at Amira.

Amira rolled her eyes as she pulled lance towards the door. "See you later, Keith," she said, in a seductive tone, fluttering her eyelashes and flashing him a sweet smile.

Keith attempted to hide the blush that formed on his face. "Get out of my room, please?" he finally managed to say, clearing his throat.

As they leave Keith's hotel room, Lance mocks Amira. "See you later, Keith," he teases.

Amira rolls her eyes as they head back to the suite. "And where are you going, Red?" Lance leans against the elevator.

"For a walk. I want to explore. We're in Paris, after all," Amira says, pressing the elevator button.

"I could go with—" Lance starts to say.

Amira puts her hand over Lance's mouth. "Alone."

"Yeah, that's cool too. I guess i will see you later," Lance says as Amira steps into the elevator and the doors close.

Where is Amira going?! - Jamie

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Chapter One - In the Shadows of New Beginnings

Lance MCclan x Amira Thorn (My Oc) x Keith Kogane

Summary: Lance, Keith, and Amira. Tension between Lance and Amira as they adjust to working together again, with Amira setting clear boundaries for their professional relationship. As they board a jet to begin their mission, Keith provides an update on their journey, while Amira expresses her desire to rest until they arrive at their destination.

Lance and Keith sat in tense silence as Keith navigated the bustling streets of New York. Keith's jaw clenched as he glanced at Lance, who seemed more preoccupied with the pedestrians outside than their impending mission.

"Lance, we can't afford any slip-ups this time," Keith began, his voice stern. "We messed up last time, and Shiro is counting on us to deliver."

Lance flashed a cocky grin. "Relax, Keith. I've got this," he said, punctuating his words with a playful wink and a flourish of finger guns toward a group of passing girls.

Keith's frustration boiled over. "This isn't a joke, Lance!" he snapped, his tone sharp. "We need to be professional."

Lance rolled his eyes, dismissing Keith's concern with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "Yeah, yeah, I know. This time will be different. Trust me, Mullet," he replied, his tone brimming with misplaced confidence.

As they pulled into the private airport, Keith couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at him. With Lance's cavalier attitude, their mission was already off to a rocky start.

After being let through security, Lance and Keith parked their car and stepped out, their senses heightened as they approached the parked plane. As they scanned the area, their eyes locked onto Amira gracefully descending the air stairs, her presence commanding attention.

Lance couldn't help but admire her beauty as she reached the bottom, her confidence radiating with each step. With a charming smile, he jogged up to her, his suave demeanor on full display.

"What's up, mama?" Lance greeted, his tone smooth as silk. "Let me help you with that." Lance quipped, reaching for her luggage.

Amira scoffed and rolled her eyes at his familiar antics. "You haven't changed a bit, have you?" she remarked dryly.

Lance flashed her a confident smile. "Why would you change something so perfect?" he retorted smoothly, effortlessly lifting her luggage as they walked towards Keith, who watched their exchange with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Once they reached the vehicle, they wasted no time in getting inside. Lance headed to the trunk to stow away Amira's luggage while she exchanged pleasantries with Keith.

"Long time no see, Keith," Amira greeted, but Keith's response was curt as he simply opened the car door for her. "Yeah, it's been a while," he replied bluntly before making his way to the driver's side.

As Keith started the car, Amira attempted to say something else, but before she could, Lance hopped into the backseat, cutting her off.

"You guys ready to go?" Lance chimed in eagerly, effectively diverting the conversation as they sped off towards their next destination.

In the meeting room, tension hung thick as Shiro laid out the details of the upcoming mission. Keith, his usual stoic self, absorbed every word with closed eyes and crossed arms, while Lance couldn't contain his excitement, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"You two are going undercover," Shiro declared, straightening up and activating the projector to reveal crucial information. Lance's enthusiasm was palpable as he responded with an eager "Awesome!"

Amira, however, was more skeptical. "Why?" she questioned, her tone betraying her curiosity.

Shiro advanced to the next slide, revealing the reason behind the mission. "We've received a tip regarding Aleksandr Prieur, an Italian billionaire art collector, potentially being targeted for something of great value."

Lance's interest was piqued. "What's this thing of great value?" he inquired, already scheming about the possibilities.

Keith simply shrugged, his expression unreadable. "We don't know. All we have is a name. Voltron. It could be anything from a painting to a statue," he explained.

Shiro nodded in agreement. "We've traced the tip back to a phone booth near the Seine. The caller mentioned the theft coinciding with the unveiling of Prieur's collection at the Louvre in about two weeks."

Amira assessed the timeline. "That gives us more than enough time for us to prepare," she noted, already formulating a plan of action in her mind.

Shiro handed out passports and plastic cards, assigning Lance and Amira new identities as a married couple. Amira couldn't hide her dismay at the unexpected pairing.

"You two will be going undercover as a married couple," Shiro declared, "Lance, the alias Aston Waldorf, a technical fashion designer, and Amira as his wife, Charlotte Waldorf, an international art appraiser."

"Sir, are you sure it's wise for Lance and me to work together again? The last time Lance and I teamed up, our covers were compromised, and the mission failed. Perhaps you should consider giving Keith and me a chance? We make a formidable team," she suggested, sharing a glance and a small smile with Keith, who reciprocated the gesture.

Shiro's confidence remained unshaken. "I assure you, I know what I'm doing, Miss Thorn," he reassured her, his tone firm.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Miss Thorn," Shiro responded firmly, closing the door on any further debate.

Amira sighed, resigned to her fate. "I understand," Amira replied, examining her new card and passport. The card bore an American driver's license with her work ID photo displayed and the name "Charlotte Waldorf" written in the description. Opening her passport, she found the same ID photo staring back at her. "Wow," she thought to herself, admiring her appearance in the ID photo.

"We need someone to collaborate with the agents at Interpol. I'll be assigning Lieutenant Keith to assist with that," Shiro announced, pressing a button to alert his technicians.

The meeting room door swung open, and Hunk and Pidge stepped inside. "We've got some gadgets for you before you head out," Hunk says eagerly.

Pidge held up a gadget in her hand. "Take these neural interface glasses, for instance," she explained. "They connect directly to the user's brain, offering augmented reality overlays, enhanced vision modes, and access to encrypted data."

Pidge handed the glasses to Lance, who eagerly accepted them. "That's awesome, Pidge!" he exclaimed, taking the glasses.

She then revealed another gadget. "Check out the smoke bomb pen," Pidge continued, demonstrating its function. "It's a pen that doubles as a smoke bomb, releasing a cloud of smoke to create confusion and cover your escape. I've got one for each of you!"

"We're not finished yet!" Hunk chimed in happily. "We also have a utility belt with laser spray, a gun holster, a voice-mimicking microphone, and grappling hooks."

Amira eagerly took hold of the gadgets while Pidge retrieved some earpieces. "Regulation earpieces for quick communication with your favorite agents," Pidge said, her tone flattering.

Pidge then produced another gadget from the table. "And here are your wedding bands," she continued, handing them to Amira and Lance. "If you twist your wedding band back and forth twice, it activates a recording device. Once activated, we'll be notified here at HQ."

"We have more gadgets for you in this suitcase," Hunk announced.

"You guys are geniuses!" Lance exclaimed, reaching out eagerly for the suitcase, only for Amira to snatch it first.

"I'll hold onto it for the time being," Amira stated firmly, ignoring Lance's disappointed expression.

"What, you don't trust me, beautiful?" Lance asked, his tone slightly hurt.

"No," Amira replied bluntly.

Shiro cleared his throat. "I want everyone ready in an hour. Keith will have the jet prepared. And Miss Thorn, a word alone?"

As everyone filed out of the meeting room, Shiro and Amira remained behind. "I understand that the last mission didn't go as planned, but people make mistakes. Trust my team, Miss Thorn," Shiro said before exiting, leaving Amira alone with her thoughts.

As Lance and Keith entered the jet, they were in the midst of bickering when they both let out a startled scream upon seeing Amira relaxing on the plane's couch.

"You boys are three minutes late," she remarked coolly.

"Yeah, well, Keith—" Lance began, but Amira cut him off.

"Are we ready to go?" she interjected, directing her question at Keith.

"Yes, ma'am," Keith responded promptly, defusing the tension with his respectful reply.

As they settled into their seats, Lance turned to Amira with curiosity. "So, what do you know about this mission or the art guy?" he inquired.

"His name is Aleksandr Prieur. He's a multibillionaire art collector from Italy. His parents are Alexandra Prieur and Lucas Aleksandr Prieur. His mother is Italian, and his father is French. He was born and raised in Italy but moved to France when he was 18. By the time he was 20, he had already helped build multiple monuments. He's quite the mogul," Amira explained as she flipped through an art catalog.

"Wow," Lance exclaimed. "He's impressive. Not as impressive as you, Mama," he added with a grin.

Amira rolled her eyes and set the catalog down. "Lance, if we're going to spend two whole weeks together, I need to make one thing clear. This is strictly business. Hell, I don't even want to be here. But because I am, we need a list of rules," she stated firmly.

Lance rolled his eyes. "What's going through that pretty little head of yours?" he asked teasingly.

Amira took a deep breath. "One, no sexual activity. Two—"

"Wait, so you're saying I can't even kiss my wife?" Lance interrupted.

"Fake wife, Lance!" Amira clarified with exasperation.

"Okay, whatever, we have to sell it. Wouldn't it be strange if I wouldn't kiss my wife or touch her in any way?" Lance argued.

Amira stammered slightly. "Affection is shown in many other ways, Lance. You don't have to use your face," she replied, maintaining her composure.

"What if I want to use my face to mush with your face?" Lance retorted cockily, leaning in close to Amira's face.

Amira reacted quickly, putting her hand to his face as he puckered his lips. "Ew, Lance. I'm going to take a nap," she declared, getting up and moving toward the small bedding area.

Keith's voice came over the overhead speakers. "One hour down, six hours to go! Get comfortable!" he announced, providing an update on their journey.

"Well, that's great to know!" Lance exclaimed as he headed toward the kitchen area.

Meanwhile, Amira grabbed her iconic red hat and placed it on her head, covering her face. "Wake me when we get there," she said with a hint of exhaustion in her voice.

As the scene faded to black, the jet continued its journey, with the team settling in for the long flight ahead.

chapter one finally out!! i have so many ideas!! - jamie

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Prologue

Lance MCclan x Amira Thorn (My Oc) x Keith Kogane

Summary: Amira faces a series of intense challenges as she navigates through a high-stakes mission. After successfully securing a valuable diamond necklace, she receives urgent instructions from her captain to collaborate with Garrison International Strategic Security. Despite her reservations, she agrees to the assignment, knowing refusal isn't an option. With the Galra's involvement revealed, the mission takes on a new level of complexity and danger, driving Amira to prepare herself for the daunting tasks ahead.

Gasping for a breath, she struggled to regain her footing, her heart pounding in her chest as she assessed the dire situation unfolding around her. With practiced precision, she drew her weapon, the weight familiar in her hand as she took aim and fired.

Target one fell with a fatal shot to the head, but before she could celebrate the small victory, more chaos erupted around her. A strong arm suddenly wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply as she was lifted from the ground with ruthless efficiency. Another assailant emerged from the shadows, their intent clear as they swiftly disarmed her, leaving her vulnerable and fighting for her life.

Acting on instinct, Amira hooked her legs around the assailant in front of her and using her momentum to bring him crashing into the attacker behind her. Amira yelps as they stumble to the ground, seizing the opportunity to retrieve her gun, turning the tables in the blink of an eye.

Amira smirks as she dispatches two of the criminals with precise shots. "Three down, one more to go," she murmured to herself, a flicker of satisfaction crossing her features before her attention was abruptly diverted.

Putting her gun back into her utility belt, a sudden vibration jolted her back to the present, the urgent message on her phone demanding her immediate attention. Before she could react, she was violently slammed into a nearby table, the impact shattering it beneath her. Stunned, she grapples to regain her composure, her focus momentarily shattered by the unexpected assault.

With a surge of defiance, Amira launched a counterattack, driving her head forward in a fierce headbutt that momentarily stunned her assailant. In a swift and desperate move, she snatched a jagged shard of wood from the wreckage and drove it into his side, the impact accompanied by a cry of pain.

As the dust settled, Amira found herself surrounded by the remnants of the chaos she had just unleashed. Needing to finish her assignment she pushes herself up from the wreckage, ignoring the throbbing pain coursing through her body. With a quick glance at her phone, she deciphered the message: the vault's security systems had been compromised, the perfect opportunity to make her move. Ignoring the pain in her muscles, she sprinted towards her objective, the allure of the diamond necklace driving her forward.

Finally reaching the vault, Amira skillfully bypassed the remaining security measures her, fingers dancing over the keyboard with practice ease. With a satisfying click, the heavy door swung open, revealing the dazzling array of the jewels within. Amira's breath, caught in her throat as she laid eyes on the stunning diamond necklace. "Oh, Aren't you a beauty," With steady hands, she carefully lifted the priceless treasure from its pedestal, quickly tucking the necklace into a concealed compartment in her outfit, ensuring its safety. Satisfied that she was alone, she takes a moment catch her breath, her heart still racing from the exhilaration of the heist.

As she made her escape from the crime scene, Amira retrieved her cell phone from her pocket. With a quick glance she noticed a message from her captain instructing her to meet him at a café at dawn. Annoyance dawned on her, and she wondered why her caption needed her so urgently.

In the serene ambiance of a small cafe, Amira delicately blows on her tea, thoughts momentarily drifting away from the steaming cup of tea to the conversation happening across the table. "I appreciate you making it here on such short notice, Miss Thorn," Licking her lips, she responds, "Of course, Captain." Her tone composed. He wastes no time, diving straight into the heart of the matter, his tone going serious. "Well, getting straight to business, this mission is extremely important. Someone is after Voltron, and you need to stop them." His words hang in the air, heavy with urgency.

Sipping her tea, she furrows her brows and asks, "What is Voltron and why is it so important?" Her captain sighs as he began to unravel the complexities of the task, "It's an art piece being stolen from a prominent billionaire artist. "Amira hums thoughtfully, her mind already calculating the implications of the theft.

"Isn't theft outside our jurisdiction? I'm an assassin, after all." Her captain nods, acknowledging her point. "True, but you're also an agent. My best agent. Which is why I chose you to do this mission." He replies, tone laced with pride.

Amira can't help, but giggle at the unexpected praise, "Flattery? Not your style. What are you not telling me?" She teases. Rubbing the nape of his neck, her captain's demeanor changes shifts. "I know you're not going to like this, but for this assignment, you'll have to collaborate with Garrison International Strategic Security."

Frustration flashes across her face before she could compose it. "Garrison?" she scoffs, her tone laced with distaste. "I- They don't know the first thing about getting the job done efficiently. Why do I have to babysit them?" The captain sighed, understanding her frustrations.

"Their resources and expertise are crucial for this mission, Miss Thorn. We need their support, whether we like it or not. Interpol has made the decision, and we must comply."

Dread settles in her stomach as her captain continues to outline the details of this new assignment. "I understand that this is not your ideal situation, but we need you on this one." Amira sighed as memories of a previous mission gone wrong flooded back with unwelcome clarity, "Captain, with all, due respect, I'm not sure working with-" Her captain clearing his throat, cutting her off, "I understand your concerns, but this assignment will be different, and I can't afford you not doing this."

Despite her reluctance, she knows refusal isn't an option. "I'll do it, sir." Her captain's expression softened with relief, "You have fourteen hours to prepare." he informs, "I'll arrange for a plane stocked with everything you might need." As she steps out of the cafe, she is greeted by the chilly embrace of the outside air. The weight of the impending mission is heavy on her shoulders.

Stepping out of her vehicle, Amira wasted no time heading towards the waiting private plane as the brisk wind tugged her coat, keeping her movements quick and efficient. The pilot greeted her with a nod as she boarded, "Right on time," he remarked, his tone professional yet warm.

Settling into her seat, Amira's eyes flickered to the window, observing ground crew members as they efficiently loaded her luggage onto the plane. With a small hiss, the planes doors closed. Amira's fingers danced across the keyboard, navigating through a series of encrypted files and documents outlining the intricate details of the assignment. As she delved deeper into the information, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"The Galra is involved?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, the importance of the situation sinking in with each passing moment.

As Amira delved into her laptop, her concentration was interrupted by the gentle voice of the flight attendant, who appeared at her side with a warm smile. "Is there anything I can assist you with, ma'am? Perhaps some refreshments? Water or a snack?" she offered.

Amira blinked away her shock and politely declined, her mind still reeling from the revelation of the Galra's involvement in the mission. With a quick nod of thanks, she returned her attention to the screen, her fingers moving with purpose as she dissected the encrypted files and documents before her.

The implications of the Galra's presence sent a chill down her spine, igniting a sense of urgency that pulsed through her veins. Each piece of information she uncovered painted a clearer picture of the challenges that lay ahead, the stakes higher than she had ever imagined.

this is my first time writing!! i hope you enjoy! - jamie