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.
A Scene of a fanfiction I will probably never finish or post.
The story goes like this: Pidge get's locked out of her lab by her father to take a two week vacation and Hunk pressures her to go to Lance's farm, because they did't keep in touch after the day their lions went away.
Pidge has a great time there and they rekindle their friendship. Meanwhile Pidge discovers, that she is definetly NOT over her crush and Lance starts to question, if abandoning everything and being a juniberry farmer really is the best way to honor Allura or if he is just afraid to loose his family again when he leaves the farm.
Anyway, Pidge and Lance start a lively conversation via messenger and he flirts with her shamelessly through jokes and innuendo, which gives her heart palpilations and frustrates her to no end, because Lance likes to joke and flirt around and there is no meaning behind it, right?
(Also Lance finally decides to take up the flight teacher job, Hunk is offering him for ages now and Hunk basically used Pidge as bait for Lance to finally say yes :3 and then they both work at the garrison and heavily fall in love and so on and so forth)
Seasons change, years go by and moments pass before you even realize they will be memories from a time long-
“Hey stranger.”
Katie glanced up from her book, brown eyes meeting blue as Lance took the seat across from her.
He held out a coffee cup to her, which she gladly accepted while shutting her book.
“I’m surprised to see you out this early.” She said “Usually you don’t leave home until noon.”
Lance shrugged, “We were out of coffee.”
Oh shit.
“I’m sorry I completely forgot to grab some yesterday.” she groaned.
Lance smiled “It gave me an excuse to go to the store.”
She nodded. “How was it?”
“Quiet.”
She gave a small hum of approval. “I’m glad.”
Lance opened up to say something but hesitated when the old speakers of the coffee shop left some background static as an employee was changing out the record.
He froze, panic starting to become visible in his expression and Katie knew she had to act fast.
“Lance.”
Nothing.
Shit.
She stood up, and moved closer to him, placing her own hands over his ears as she tried to talk to him, to drown out the static.
“You’re here. I’m here. We’re okay." She pressed harder against him, trying to apply some form of pressure to ground him. "You aren't there anymore."
It was like a silent prayer she was repeating over and over, somewhat hoping it would work.
Eventually the static stopped once the record had been changed and after a few minutes, Lance let out a shaky breath as he took hold of her hands from behind him.
“I need to go.”
She nodded. “I’ll come with you.”
He didn’t protest that.
-
Nobody talked about the accident. It was like an unspoken rule had been established the moment the news came out.
Lance could only remember snippets from the aftermath of it all.
The various sounds of the hospital as he briefly regained some form of consciousness before fading back to darkness.
Moments of Katie coming in and talking to him, some things he remembered, other times it sounded like gibberish.
He remembered the feeling of nothingness as clear as day however. To exist, but not exist. To feel like you are walking on an invisible tightrope between life and death and the moment you lose balance, the choice has been made.
It’d be over. Lights out.
That’s it, the end of you.
He wasn’t sure how he got out of that limbo, one minute he was there and then the next thing he knew he was blinded by foggy hospital lights.
Pain had hit his body all over again, it was like jumping in a frozen pond during winter, cold as ice and excruciatingly electrifying.
Couldn't go through repostober without acknowledging my time in the Voltron fandom - in particular the Plance shipping fandom!
This silly meme comic is something I made for Plance AU Week - which was the most fun I've ever had with a fandom event (someone drew fan art for one of my aus!!!!). It's based on a silly moment from the classic sailor moon english dub.
I still have a bunch of notes for voltron aus I never got around to drawing/writing... sometimes I think about going back and finishing them but haven't mustered up the motivation yet.
To All the Boys I've Loved Before plance AU!!!! 💚💙 Inspired by this adorable fanart!
Reticent, socially-awkward Katie "Pidge" Holt is entering her junior year in high school, and she would much rather spend her time with her robots and technology than make any new friends or go on any dates. However, all of that changes when her private love letters, which she's safely kept hidden away ever since she was a little girl, somehow make their way to their intended subjects, and suddenly she's having to confront her past secret crushes that are not so secret anymore.
To her surprise, goofy and flirtatious Lance, one of the recipients of her clandestine love notes, approaches her with a deal: enter in a fake relationship with him to put the embarrassing letters to rest, while she helps him make his ex-girlfriend jealous in order to win her back. What starts off as an amusing charade slowly begins to blur the lines between fantasy and reality, and soon Pidge finds herself questioning if she'll be ready to let go of what she has with Lance once their little act is over, or if she'll have the courage to confess her true feelings and risk getting her heart broken.
Office Plance AU, but pidge gets married to someone else.
I've been drawing aton of drafts and redrawing some trying to make them more better. But I'm trying to learn even more!
Pidge skated a tongue over Lance’s lower lip and muttered, “Is that coconut?
His breath hot against her mouth, he laughed softly. “Coconut lip balm. Like it?”
Her fingers wound around the hair at the nape of his neck and she pulled his mouth to hers. “Uh-huh.” They were on the little couch in the Atlas’ junior officers’ lounge, taking a small break from a long day of running through survey logs for this sector of the universe, searching for any trace of Honerva and her robeasts.
But two Paladins, in the throes of new love, left alone in a quiet corner of the Earth’s most advanced battleship, were like powerful magnets, unable to resist each other’s pull. She’d gone from sitting primly at his side, sipping coffee, to sitting on his lap and exploring the different ways that one could kiss someone. They were both wearing their Voltron Garrison uniforms, and she was finding that sitting on someone’s lap while wearing boots was light years from comfortable. This, however, was a small sacrifice in the service of science. Pidge, always the consummate researcher, was taking the study of Lance’s mouth very seriously.
“Oh, no,” said a voice behind them. “Get a room, you two. Or go make out in a Lion.”
Pidge squeaked in surprise and her teeth banged against Lance’s. Turning, she found Hunk standing in the lounge’s doorway, a coffee mug in hand and a surprisingly sour expression on the usually cheerful Paladin’s broad face.
“If I’m not stumbling over you two going at it, I’m tripping over Keith and Shiro.” His boots thumped on the floor as he went to the coffee machine and poured himself a hot cup of java. “It’s like Paladin mating season around here.”
“Somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed,” said Lance. “Go call Shay. That’ll make you less salty.”
Hunk’s face was structured for cheer and the gloom that lengthened his genial visage startled Pidge. Realizing she was still on Lance’s lap, not the best position to address a friend’s distress, she reseated herself on the couch beside him.
A little smile twitched her lips as Lance tugged at the bottom of his uniform’s shirt, covering his obvious arousal. A reminder that she needed to visit the Atlas’ infirmary for birth control. So far, they’d managed to restrain themselves from going that far, both hoping for a more romantic locale for their first time together, something other than a cramped bunk on the Atlas or a Lion’s cockpit.
Lance, ever the consummate romantic, had a plan. “My brother told me about a B&B in Matanzas, back home. The perfect romantic getaway.”
At the rate this war was going, she’d be eighty years old before it ended, though, so better to prepare in the event they lost control.
Lance’s arm looped around her shoulders and she snuggled against him, eyes on Hunk.
“What’s up, buddy?” asked Lance. “Trouble in paradise?”
“I just got off a vid-call with Shay,” Hunk said. “She says her grandmother is planning her…” Hunk reached to his head and fiddled with the ends of his yellowy-orange headband. “I can’t remember the word, but it’s a Balmeran coming-of-age ceremony. At the conclusion of this ceremony, she will be considered an official adult and able to be courted by eligible Balmeran males.”
“Well, there you go, pal,” said Lance. “That’s your opening. You can finally tell her how you feel and do some courting.”
Hunk’s face somehow lengthened even more. “Balmerans, guys. I’m not Balmeran.”
“That does present a problem,” agreed Pidge.
“No,” said Lance. “Love is love and you two are definitely into each other.”
Mouth set in a sad curve, Hunk stared at them with worry in his dark eyes. “But—”
“Nope,” Lance cut him off. “No ‘buts.’ Look at me. If I hadn’t made my move, it might have been James Griffin sitting here next to the prettiest girl genius in the universe.”
“Get out!” Pidge smacked him on the leg. “How come you never told me?”
“Right. Like I’m going to tell you the competition is into you.” He pointed at her face. “And you don’t have to seem so thrilled to know this.”
Feeling mischievous, she smirked. “Well, he is cute and an MFE pilot.”
“I’m a Paladin of Voltron!” Lance’s voice squeaked at a frequency that probably made dogs howl. “That’s better than an MFE pilot. Tell her, Hunk. Tell her that’s better.”
Hunk held out his hands, palms out. “I, uh, this is getting messy. I need to bake something. Cooking therapy.” With that he sidled quickly out of the lounge.
Aside from the clomp of Hunk’s boot-heels on the floor, no sounds of nearby interrupting people could be heard, so Pidge turned and climbed back into Lance’s lap, only to find him staring sullenly at anything but her.
“What?” she said, setting her hands on his shoulders and giving him a firm shake.
“You were into James Griffin?”
She swept her gaze up and down the contours of his angular face, taking in every familiar detail, every line that made up his face, calculating, and coming to a strange conclusion, though she might be wrong. Her calculations regarding the human equation often were.
“You’re jealous of James Griffin.”
“‘Well, he is cute and an MFE pilot.’” Lance quoted, his voice pitched to match hers.
Her view of him shrank in her narrowed eyes. “Years,” she said, giving him a shove with both her hands. “For years I’ve watched you flirt with every girl who entered your radius.”
His mouth quirked in a nervous combination of frown and smile. “That was different. They were nobody. I didn’t know or respect them.”
He shrank to a thin band of brown skin and blue eyes as her gaze narrowed with more irritation. “You flirted with Allura. Endlessly. You went on a date with Allura.”
“I, erm.” He rubbed the back of his head. “I did. That date, Allura shooting down any romance between her and me, was one of the best things that ever happened to me.”
“Oh?” Really? Now? After months of showing real interest in her, calling her beautiful, now he was going to admit she was just a rebound, a second choice? Her heart lurched with disappointment.
“If I hadn’t gone on that date, I might not have acknowledged how I felt about you. If I hadn’t gone on that date, Allura wouldn’t have told me you loved me and I wouldn’t have had the courage to take a chance with a girl so out of my league.”
“She said what?”
Lance’s extremely mobile face moved from sweetly melancholic to entirely too smug. “She said you love me. That’s why you bought Allura a dress. Bartered a rare video game for it.”
“That was an awesome game.” Pidge sighed.
He reached to her face and gave her nose a little tweak. “When this is over, when we’re back on Earth, I’m going to find you a copy and we’re going to play it. Maybe at the B&B that Luis suggested.”
“I think,” said Pidge, running her fingers along his jawline from pointy chin to his ears, “we’ll be doing a lot more than playing video games.” And she got back to her comprehensive study of his lips.
“Pointy chin?” Lance pulled Pidge close, puffing a tickling burst of air into her ear. “Who you callin’ ‘Pointy chin?’”
“Careful. You could put an eye out with that pointy chin,” she said between giggles. She prided herself in being the sort of woman who never giggled, but he always reduced her to this.
“So says the person who has to look up to look down.” His fingers were searching for a ticklish spot on her ribs.
“Short jokes?” She rolled her eyes. “That’s the best you can do, Spaghetti Legs? Short jokes?”
“Short people got no reason…” he sang.
“That song isn’t actually about short people but instead referring to—”
“Short people,” he sang. “They got grubby little fingers.” He squeezed her hand. “And dirty little minds.”
She giggled again. Dammit! “You love my dirty mind.”
“I do.”
Then he kissed her neck and she lost the clever retort poised on her tongue.
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