I remembere this awesome fic from @hailqiqi the other day. This picture is not related, but I still really like the idea of Lance just carrying Pidge like this.
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This is a very old piece now - but here’s a friendly reminder to water your Plance ✨🌱
😌💙💚
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i miss when plance shippers used to actually exist
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Sparring
Pidge fought dirty. She always did. Particularly while sparring with Lance. Taking him down was just too much fun not to do. Especially when they had an audience.
This time she wouldn't even let him aim his bayard before going for his kneecaps. One yank with her cable and he went down with a panicked scream. A moment later she was already kneeing on him, threatening him with her own bayard.
"Now yield!" Pidge commanded, but Lance was only staring at her with big blue eyes. The bayard went off right over his abdoment and Lance let out a yelp of pain.
"Pidge is the winner!" Shiro announced from the far end of the training deck and the smaller Paladin lifted her weight off her team mate to join the team.
"Hunk! How long did I take?" Pidge yelled excitedly, while jogging over to the others. Lance didn't even hear his answer. He was too occupied by his racing heart.
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“You can do this,” Pidge says, reaching for his hand. “I know you can.”
“Thanks,” Lance says. His hand is slack in hers but he leans down, forehead to hers. The gratitude in his eyes fills her with both warmth and a note of guilt.
Here at the possible end of all things, with everything at stake, there’s so much she wants to say. Words never come easy for Pidge. Least not words that are bound up in messy organic stuff like emotion. Science? She can pontificate on science for hours, but verbal expressions of feelings? Confessions wrought of vulnerability? Nope.
Nevertheless, she knows she hasn’t always been the best of friends. From the day she laid eyes on him, the silly, scrawny boy dancing before the Galaxy Garrison academy’s assignment board, she’s loved him. But also resented that love, because she was made to do bigger things than pine over hopeless crushes. Resentment begat jealousy, more resentment and frustration, and it honed her tongue to a fine edge, cutting him with teenage cruelty.
He’s forgiven her, right? He’s hers now, against all odds. But an apology is still in order, a recompense for adolescent slights. But the apology has stayed in her mouth, held not by her usual stubbornness, but fear. Fear that her apology for past slights will remind him of who she is and isn’t. Katie “Pidge” Holt. Blunt, science-obsessed, a far cry from fairytale princesses schooled in the gentle art of diplomacy.
Cold, hard logic, that which orders her life, dictates that her fears are irrational. It’s not like he’s forgotten the past. He loves her despite, possibly even because of all that she is and was. But the apology still hangs in her mouth.
I’m sorry for all the times I made you feel stupid. You’re not stupid. You play dumb too much, but you’re smarter than even you know.
Instead, she gives him what she can at this moment.
“You’ve got this. I believe in you. The whole team believes in you.”
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