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Lance: you know the worst part of anxiety
Hunk: the constant terror of hurting those you care about
Lance: yes and
Pidge: thinking just one wrong move will make you loose all your friends and family
Lance: yeah but
Keith: knowing that if you die you won’t be remembered for anything other then your mistakes
Lance: mood but I meant like not being able to go the bathroom in a new place. I havnt gone since we got to space
Hunk: oh me either
Pidge: same here
Keith: I’m dying over here I gotta go so bad
Shiro:*looking horrified* are you kids ok?!
Hostage
Request for anon: Could you write plangst during season 8 where pidge realizes she doesn't stand a chance with seeing him with Allura?
I wanna be alone
Alone with you - does that make sense?
I wanna steal your soul
And hide you in my treasure chest
I don't know what to do
To do with your kiss on my neck
I don't know what feels true
But this feels right so stay a sec
Yeah, you feel right so stay a sec
She felt stupid now. Only now, after months of pining and accepting had she realized, Lance would never belong to her. Her face felt hot and her heart thumped wildly her chest.
She gripped her bayard tightly, looking back down. Of course. How could she have thought anything else? It was so obvious so everyone on board, who Lance was into.
And that was Allura. Allura, the princess of a fallen Nation. Allura, beautiful in every sense of the word.
And let me crawl inside your veins
I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain
It's not like me to be so mean
You're all I wanted
Just let me hold you
Like a hostage
She wouldn't lie. She'd dreamt about him more than once. She'd dreamt he'd hold her, but this time he'd press kisses to her skin, rather than team cuddles. He'd whisper how much he adored her and how appreciated she was.
But the way he looked at Allura, the way his hand lingered for just a little too long to be friendly. She knew, his heart belonged to another.
Her eyes trailed the two in silence, analyzing every move, every sound and expression.
"Katie!" Lance smiled, "look!" He started to lift something but she cut him off.
"Don't call me that. You know how much I hate it." She brushed him off.
Gold on your fingertips
Fingertips against my cheek
Gold leaf across your lips
Kiss me until I can't speak
Gold chain beneath your shirt
The shirt that you let me wear home
Gold's fake and real love hurts
And nothing hurts when I'm alone
When you're with me and we're alone
Pidge looked at the shirt in her hand. She chewed the inside of her cheek, a nervous tick she'd picked up since she left earth. She couldn't help but smile soft as she recalled the events that had taken place on that particular night.
She had always meant to give it back, but each time the time had come, she either forgot or some life threatening situation had come up. But if any time was time to return the shirt, it was now.
She gripped it in her hand, taking a deep breath before leaving the safe confines of her room.
Her footsteps echoed until she stopped in front of Lance's door. She gave the white cloth one last look before she knocked on the doors.
They opened after a few seconds and Lance looked down at her with a smile. He was in his nightly mask and stupid blue robe that she loved. "Pidge! Hey!"
"Hey," she held up the shirt. "This is yours. I kept meaning to return it, things just came up " She mumbled, looking at the ground.
"Oh, well you can have it." He answered warmly.
"I can't-"
"I really don't mind, I know you like T-Shirts like that."
"No I'm-"
"Seriously I don't mind, I can find another one at the next space mall-"
"I don't want your stupid shirt, Lance!" He went quiet, his smile fell and hurt had settled into his eyes. "Just..Just take it. Please."
"Right." He took the shirt with gentle hands and looked at her. She wanted to say something, anything, she hated seeing him hurt, but she decided staying quiet was the best option.
"Goodnight Lance."
And let me crawl inside your veins
I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain
It's not like me to be so mean
You're all I wanted
Just let me hold you
Hold you
The walk down the hallway seemed to last hours. She could feel his eyes follow her and her heart pleaded and cried, maybe her chance wasn't so gone. But once she'd made it to her room, she remembered.
She sank into her bed, staring at the ceiling. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it hurt so much to know that a boy couldn't think of her the same.
She wished she had her brother, she wished she could rant and cry to him about unrequited love but instead she recieved the cold walls that surrounded her. She recieved silence and isolation.
Warm tears rolled down her cheeks and the sight of the painted stars above her bed blurred.
Like a hostage
“And I’d hurry if I was you, loverboy,” Beard sneered. “Because while you’re gone… we’re gonna have ourselves some fun, aren’t we, little miss?”
Pidge’s eyes flashed.
“Oh ho,” Beard chuckled, and one of his hands came up to brush against Pidge’s cheek. “Feisty. We like ‘em feisty, don’t we boys?”
A roar of approval met the statement while Lance felt his stomach bottom out at the insinuation and Pidge’s eyes lost their fire, her visible face going pale.
Oh no.
Heck no.
Lance’s hands trembled at his sides as something took the place of the fear.
Anger.
“No,” he said it quietly but the word carried.
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Pidge in grabbed by the hair? (Possibly with injuries that are causing her to go in and out of consciousness, Plus without communications to her team so it takes them a long time to find her?) i love Pidge but there should be more whump for her. Thank you!
Hunk and Pidge whump is so scarce and I need more of it <3
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Piece By Piece (Strand By Strand)
Tags: Broken Bones Pidge | Katie Holt Whump Hurt Pidge | Katie Holt Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt: Grabbed by the hair Hair-pulling Blood and Injury
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Category: Gen
Characters/Relationships: Pidge I Katie Holt
Snippet:
Pidge’s stomach bottomed out when she thought of the Druids.
She was suddenly very sure of who she was being taken to.
“No!” she screamed. Her voice cracked, throat tearing from the force of her shout.
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Coran hadn’t held or hugged anyone in ten thousand years in a way that was emotionally supportive to him. He’d held Allura when she was in tears missing her father, the way he had when Alfor had gone on diplomatic trips when she was a child. She’s the only one he’d really had any contact with.
Allura desperately missed her father. He had a calming presence that she could only wish to emulate. Since her release from the cryopod she’d only really had contact from Coran, and that was when she was emotionally devastated from the loss of her father after the little time she had with him. She’d gotten some small touches from the paladins but she was a princess. She needed to be a leader.
Shiro wasn’t a fan of being touched. At least not by those he didn’t trust. Keith was okay, they had known each other for a long time and were practically brothers at this point.He used to be really affectionate, but the experiments done on him were traumatizing at best.
Keith didn’t have an opinion on being touched. He hadn’t ever really been touched and he was okay with that. Lacking touch from anyone significant wasn’t a big deal for him, because he never had it. He wasn’t adverse to it, but he also didn’t need it.
Lance hated being in space. It was so big and everything was so spread out. He grew up in a home where walking up or down the stairs meant brushing against at least one person if not three. The castle could fit his entire extended family from both sides and still not be filled. It was too quiet and too empty and there was too much space and Lance didn’t like it.
Hunk enjoyed being affectionate. He’s used to giving out high fives and hugs left and right. He loved showing his love to everyone. That being said its only with two people, and even then he’s only really with one person. Pidge was so small and easy to give affection to she didn’t seem to like it, so Lance was really the only one he gave affection to.
Pidge was never affectionate to begin with, and became even more withdrawn when her dad and brother disappeared. She completely closed herself off from everyone, even her mom. She knows that they’re safe now, but she’s not used to the affection and would rather make do without it.
I didn't feel like finishing it but here is some Pangst y'all!
Fic Update: “I Am a Fighter,” Chapter Six
Summary: The Galra capture Pidge and present her with a choice. Either she makes the weapon they want… or someone dies. Pidge prides herself on her genius, on her logic. But this? This is not a choice. This is torture. She’s being forced to decide if the universe’s fate outweighs the lives of a few individuals and no one, no one, should be allowed to make that call. She has to though. Again and again.
But when a familiar face is dragged before her she can feel her resolve crumbling. Because Keith is not a nameless prisoner. He is her friend, her family. And yet his blood is already dripping from her hands.
Chapter snippet:
“And again.”
Pidge’s arm shook, not as the result of the taser she held but at the request.
She couldn’t.
Not anymore.
“Again,” called Asshole, perched atop her work desk. “Or else…”
“P-Pidge,” Keith choked out, his body trembling as much as his words. “Do i-it.”
God.
She pressed the taser once more into his side, the flesh there already burned and bleeding.
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Keith’s jaw locked down, veins protruding in his neck, but after a few seconds he lost the battle and a hoarse, raw, scream sounded about the cell.
He always lost it because Asshole didn’t tell her to stop until he did so.
Pidge knew better than to ask him to just scream to start.
Keith had his pride. It was the one thing she would not allow them to take.
Asshole’s call of “stop” was almost inaudible over the sound of Keith’s agony, but Pidge was fine-tuned for it and released the taser immediately.
Keith shook and coughed, all of his weight dangling once more on his wrists as his body slumped forward, unable to hold him up.
It was no surprise.
The taser shocks were round four.
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