#what else did he see and this is what made him mcfuckin' lose it?
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If larries think Louis is closeted why are they surprised/offended he “acts straight” (my bros in cheezits it’s been nearly a year since he was pictured with a lady - what are you talking about), or bitch slaps “fans” who bring up gay relationship lore? And they make it about their feelings on the matter?? Does he not have his own feelings, like maybe he doesn’t want the entire world talking about how he’s gay (neon letters- gay w/ Harry Styles - who to anyone with a brain seems not straight)?!
All the times when there is actually a simple, straightforward explanation that, u kno what, would actually align with their narrative to some degree if they weren’t so obtuse, they take the L and become crybabies. Also, maybe they should just stop being cunts to him. I kno, what a concept.
It's the "maybe they should just stop being cunts to him" for me, but yeah, so much of this! Because here's the thing, he's a real-life person, and he's living his own real life, not a script, not a fic, not a built-up fantasy quilted by overly invested strangers. I feel for him, and I'm not here to say there was nothing there, clearly there was, but also? Maybe, just MAYBE there isn't anymore, and maybe, just MAYBE he's genuinely pissed to have to talk about it allllll the time as this cutesy GOTCHA by people who put in their bios that they believe in conspiracy theories around his sex life, desperate to break the fourth wall in a way that both outs him and dredges up a relationship that might not be something he wants to be dealing with at the moment. And rather than think, wow, oof, sorry, king, that's on me, instead, you have people all ass-hurt about it, acting like he's some kind of dick for (justifiably) losing it. You haven't been gaslit, you haven't been lied to, you haven't been baited, he owes you literally jack shit about something that maybe just MAYBE hits him on god knows what fronts (this is not YOU you, anon, lmao, you get it)
#louis tomlinson said larry NOT okay#and that's his right#everyone who's all 'exhausted' about it or whatever#maybe think about how you'd feel if that was you#any bit of it#the entitlement#the way people don't get it because they're living in this hashtag they're still together! they never broke up!#well what if they did!#what then huh!#do you think it would be funsies to have to just absorb that shit?#what else did he see and this is what made him mcfuckin' lose it?#i can only imagine lmaoooooo
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Enemy
Elias/OC: “I’m so tired of the AU where you have your soulmate’s name tattooed on your wrist. I want my enemy’s name there. I wanna know who they are. TURN ON YOUR LOCATION.” Implied smut but not like. Full on lmaooo
Written for @helplessly-nonstop’s winter time challengeeeeee life is good let’s mcfuckin do this thing
Elias. There was something about him that brought out the worst in you. You couldn’t help it, really, it’s been this way since you were both in NXT together. When he was called up to Raw, you finally had a bit of reprieve from dealing with him. Without the distraction he provided, you could focus more on your work in the ring, quickly climbing the ladder of the NXT women’s division. When you were called up to the main roster, you didn’t really care which brand you went to. Or so you thought, until Elias’ annoying smirk greeted you backstage on your first day at Raw.
“Don’t say a word, Elias,” you warned, already feeling your face flush with anger at seeing him. “I don’t have time for you to be childish and annoying.”
“Oh, don’t be like that,” Elias laughed, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I just wanted to welcome you to Raw.”
“You’re welcome to kiss my ass,” you growled, moving right past him.
“Is that any way to speak to a veteran on the roster?” He was following you, obviously intent on annoying you even further.
“You got to NXT two months before me, you’re not a veteran!” you argued, glaring at him over your shoulder as you started walking faster, trying to find the locker room so you could get away from him.
“But I made it here six months before you,” Elias pointed out, smirk still on his face. “That should count for something.”
You could feel your eye start to twitch, the anger bubbling up inside of you. All he wanted was to get a response from you, you knew that, and you knew the kind of response you wanted to give him would definitely get you fired. So instead of firing back with one of the many things you were prepared to say to him, you took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, and kept walking. Elias was still right by your side, but you were ignoring him, eyes scanning the hallway for a friendly face.
Finally, you saw Sasha and you practically ran to her, calling her name. “Thank god,” you sighed, coming to a stop next to her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, studying your face.
“Oh, nothing. Just, ya know, Elias.” You gestured over your shoulder with a sigh.
Sasha gave you a knowing smile before wrapping her arm around your shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you to the locker room.”
Even though you knew better than to do it, you glanced back over your shoulder at Elias as Sasha herded you to the locker room. He stood propped against some equipment, staring right at you. When your eyes met his, he waved his fingers at you with a playful smile on his face. Your eyes narrowed into a glare once again before you quickly turned to face forward once more, trying to forget about Elias and that damn smirk of his.
It was like that for months, you and Elias arguing every chance you had. Every time the two of you were together, everyone else wandered off to leave you to go at it. You managed to miss the silent conversations your friends all had at these moments, your concentration zeroed in on Elias and that ever-present smirk on his face. So what if you knew exactly where he was in every room you were in? That was a defensive maneuver, of course. But your friends didn’t ever believe it.
Now, though, things were eerily quiet on the Elias front. You’d been at the arena all day waiting for Raw to start and he had managed to evade you. You were finally able to be lulled into comfort, sitting in catering with all of your friends. Elias wasn’t even on your mind as you listened to Bayley, Sasha, and Dana talk about soulmates.
“I love those stories where the person has their soulmate’s name tattooed on their wrist,” Dana said dreamily, hands clasped in front of her. “It’s just so cute.” Bayley and Sasha nodded in agreement but you couldn’t quite get in on that line of thinking.
“I’m so tired of the AU where you have your soulmate’s name tattooed on your wrist,” you sighed. “I want my enemy’s name there. I wanna know who they are. TURN ON YOUR LOCATION.”
“Just because you like to fight people all the time doesn’t mean you don’t need to know your soulmate’s name,” Bayley laughed.
“I guess I’m just more concerned with finding a fighting partner than a romantic partner,” you laughed with her, watching as Sasha and Dana rolled their eyes.
Before you could really notice, someone grabbed your hand before the felt tip of a sharpie touched the inside of your wrist. “There you go,” Elias said, dropping your hand back to the table.
“What the fuck, Elias?” you screeched, looking down at your wrist that was now signed by Elias.
“You said you wanted your enemy’s name there,” he shrugged, pocketing the sharpie in his hand. “I’m just helping you out.”
“Fuck off,” you seethed, rubbing at his signature with a napkin. You knew it wouldn’t come off, but you weren’t thinking clearly, the anger clouding your brain.
“That autograph is gonna be worth some money later,” he laughed with a nod to your wrist. “Might wanna save it just in case this whole wrestling thing doesn’t work out for you.”
“Those are bold words for someone in stabbing range,” you told him through grit teeth, hand inching for the plastic knife on the table.
Elias laughed again before backing away, grabbing his guitar from where he propped it against the table. “When you decide it’s time for you to walk with Elias, you let me know.” And then he was gone, leaving you seeing red as your friends exchanged knowing looks between them.
All you wanted to do when you got to the hotel that night was take a relaxing shower and try to forget about the day you had. You were exhausted, a twinge of annoyance still nagging in the back of your mind. Just as you had settled into your room, bags dropped right by the bed, your phone vibrated with a text. With a sigh, you unlocked your phone, not even bothering to see who sent you the text.
When you did notice, however, the anger from before returned full force. Of course Elias would want to ruin your night, too. He sent you his location, the exact hotel you were in, and his room number. In a blind rage, you dropped your phone and ran out to the hallway, turning the corner to find his room.
“Elias, open the fucking door!” you yelled, open palms slapping the door rhythmically.
“You wanted your enemy to turn their location on, right?” Elias asked as he opened the door. He looked so calm, unbothered, the distinct opposite from the rage you were sure was radiating off of you in waves.
“You are driving me insane,” you huffed, pushing past him into his room. With your arms crossed over your chest, you turned to face him. “What do I have to do to get you to leave me alone?”
“We both know you don’t want me to do that,” he laughed, mirroring your stance as he leaned against the now closed door. “Hell, even your friends know.”
“Know what?” If looks could kill, you knew he’d be dead by now.
“Look, sugar,” he sighed, stepping forward until he was right in front of you. “You can admit you have feelings for me, it’s okay.”
“I - what?” you asked, losing your train of thought as Elias got impossibly closer to you, his green eyes studying your face. Somehow, you forgot you were angry at him.
And then his hand was on your arm, pulling your hand free and turning it over to look at the inside of your wrist. His fingers trailed over his name, still extremely visible on your skin. “You didn’t even try to wash it off, did you?”
“Of course I tried! It was written in sharpie!” you defended, snatching your hand back from him. “I don’t know why you can’t just leave me alone. All I wanted to do tonight was relax but no, you have to keep trying to annoy me.”
“You seem tense,” he noted, still incredibly close to you.
“Did you not hear me? I wanted to be able to relax tonight but you-” you began your rant, but Elias cut you off, pressing his lips to yours. You were still angry, but you found yourself kissing him back, allowing all your anger and annoyance to flow into the kiss itself. When you nipped at his lip, he pulled away.
“Let me help you relax,” he offered, that annoying smirk back on his face.
It only took you a moment to decide, opting to get all the frustration out of your system at once. You pressed your lips to his again, the kiss rough as you tugged on the buttons of his tight floral shirt. He moved his mouth to your neck, backing you up against the bed as you finally got his shirt open. When he pulled away, you pulled your shirt over your head, his hands behind you to release the clasp on your bra before pushing lightly at your shoulders to lay you back against the pillows.
Elias tossed his shirt behind him before climbing on the bed, hovering over you. His mouth fell to your chest, tongue dragging over one of your nipples, his free hand falling to the waistband of your leggings. Your own hands were on his belt, mentally cursing him for even wearing one in the first place.
“Fuck,” Elias groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder when your hands finally dipped below the waistband of his jeans.
“Elias?” you asked, breathless, as he sat up on his knees, pulling your leggings down.
“Yeah, sugar?” He was barely paying attention, fingers hooking in the elastic of your underwear.
You took his head between your hands, making sure he was paying attention to you. “Stop saying words.” You crushed your lips to his again, ensuring he would stay quiet.
Hours later, in the dead of the night, you slipped out of Elias’ room, back into the hotel hallway. A quick glance around told you that no one was around, so you quietly walked down the hallway as fast as you could to get back to your room. You hoped no one had tried to get in touch with you, seeing as your phone was still on the ground right inside your room.
Of course, you weren’t so lucky. As you rounded the corner to your room, Sasha was sitting on the ground next to it, obviously waiting for you.
“Um, hey,” you greeted her, running your fingers through your hair to make it look like less of a mess.
“Where have you been?” she asked, unable to hide the smile on her face.
“What do you know?” Your eyes narrowed at her as you opened your door.
“Just that Bayley heard some things from the room next to her. It sounded pretty wild in there.”
“Ya know what, I’m actually very tired I need rest,” you blushed, ushering Sasha out the door. She went willingly, laughing the whole time.
“You know we’re gonna want that whole story later, right?”
“Bye, Sasha.” You rolled your eyes at her as you closed the door behind her. Your phone stayed where it was on the ground, you weren’t ready to answer the texts you were sure you had waiting from your friends. Especially not now. Not when your enemy might not actually be your enemy and they all knew it.
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- ̗̀ * ( bill skarsgard + cismale + he/him ) have you seen ( william ‘colt’ heart ii ) walking around campus ? they are a ( twenty-four ) year old, studying ( business + literature ). we hear they are in ( omicron tau xi ), and can be ( composed & detached ), maybe it’s because they are an ( aquarius ). they sort of remind us of ( chicken scratch handwriting, trembling hands, a coach’s whistle ), maybe we can find out more ! * ̖́- + literary magazine
u were all wondering whomstve the bill skarsgard fc reserve was . . . . it was I and i have no mcfuckin’ regrets. we love. and stan. william colton heart the second
tw. cancer, death, substance abuse, car accident, mental illness.
gen info!
full name: william colton heart ii
nickname(s): will to his family, colton/just colt to p much everybody else. his full name is reserved for family and when he’s in troubule tbh
b.o.d. - feb. 19th he an aquarius bby
label(s): the fallen, the phoenix, the crestfallen, etc. etc.
height: tall but taller than benjy tall like we’re talking a whopping 6′4″ jfc
hometown: beaufort, south carolina !!
sexuality: b...i...?
bio info!
born n raised in beaufort, south carolina--william is the eldest heart sibling
was a really quiet kid, tbh, like he minded his business and stuck close to the people he knew
always, always wanted to impress his parents, so he always studied hard for school and kind of put all his focus into it ??
it was a pressure for him, really, bc he’d always been told that he’s gonna inherit the family business like how his dad did, etc. etc.
and like...sweetie never wants to disappoint anyone, ever.
he was never considered a nerd tho?? like he’s always been freakishly tall, and his quietness sort of made him intimidating to be around b/c it always felt like he was judging u bc he’d always have to look down at u
has always been super protective over his younger siblings, feels as if it’s his duty to be the put-together brother
he’s never had to fight anybody tho, and like, thank god for that b/c he’s definitely not a fighter, considers himself to be a pacifist for the most part
bc like...he can just stare u down and ur like uuuh gtg bye !!1!111!!!
anyways, grew up riding horses, finds it v v peaceful but he stopped when they moved to california
but track has always been his kinda thing regardless of where he’s at, tried out for track his freshmen yr of high school n was the star of the team tbh
he met a gal going by the name dinah during a track meet the middle of his freshmen yr
she was taking photos for the yearbook and stuttered over her words more often than not, even when she teased william
and like...tbh? william adored her immediately
it really wasn’t soon at all until they started dating, like, they were the high school couple
they complimented each other v v well and were prolly always together lbr
i’m hc’ing that his family also adored dinah like it’s law
dinah is the one who like...really encouraged him to pursue writing as something more serious than just for fun, because will had always enjoyed writing--esp poetry--but he didn’t want it to get in the way of his future w the stables ??
and like...fuck, they were so cute, guys. they were so mf cute.
dinah got diagnosed w/ lung cancer in the beginning of their junior year; she began online school halfway thru b/c she didn’t have the energy physically to go to class, went thru a looot of chemo
william was with her the entire time, y’know, if he wasn’t in school or at track he’d probably be with her the most, trying to cheer her up in the ways he could, helped her study for their SATs bc he knew it was rly important to her
by the summer she was in remission and they thought that was it--still super fucking careful, but they really genuinely thought that that was the end of it y’know ?? that she’d just be better ??
they got into a few months of senior year with her being healthy enough to go to school again, but the further time passed...dinah relapsed, rapidly, and the cancer had spread to other parts of her body
they spent their last valentine’s day in the hospital, and the next day she was gone
it...crushed william, just kind of changed his life, y’know? dinah was all he knew and he really didn’t know how to live w/o her
spent a lot of his time locked away in his room or never even home to begin with, just wandering about hopelessly or sleeping, or trying to sleep that is
poured his heart into his poetry, though--in dinah’s honor, he tried so mf hard to keep doing what he loved even though he was so hurt
it was because of his constant hard work, and dinah’s past encouragements, that william entered and won a poetry contest during his senior year. got a hella scholarship that made everybody proud of him, just b/c he was ~defying odds~
kinda put on this mask so that others wouldn’t see how bad he was doing ?? b/c he’s the level-headed brother, y’kno, the one who always had his shit together and knew what he was doing
dinah and william won cutest couple and even prom king n queen as a sort of tribute to dinah but will didn’t even go to prom tbh he got drunk and threw cans of beer off of a cliff
anyways, he graduated high school n attended ucla bc that was his dad’s school and gdi he’s tryn his best to follow in his footsteps
even got into his dad’s frat b/c he was that determined
he didn’t rly partake much in parties but he did indulge every once in a while, y’know, just to do it, was finally getting his shit back together and doing well for once y’know?? he joined track n took it p seriously
when angela heart died, all of that fell apart again
he took an entire year off of school b/c at that point his mental health had taken a really bad turn, depression was sort of controlling his life and he was spiraling so mf far down that he sometimes couldn’t recognize himself
during that time he published his first and second poetry book under w.c. heart; it’s super morbid, depressing, you can pretty much feel his depression as it manifests in the pages. it begins with poetry from his earlier years, of when he was with dinah and then afterwards, when she dies
the second poetry book is about healing, and then how sometimes you can fall back even when you’re doing good (i.e. around the time lil baby angel died)
when he finally did go back to school he had a much better mindset, seemed to be doing well--was one of the best on the track team--partied a little harder, did drugs more often than usual but nothing too extreme y’know ??
his junior year he got into a p bad car accident n derailed into a body of water after crashing his side of the car into another and losing control of his vehicle
like honestly thank god for the stranger who immediately stopped their car and went totally-hero on the situation, they got william out of the car before he could drown and essentially saved his life, before calling 911 and just. disappearing as soon as the sirens were audible
somehow his left leg got mc’fucked in the incident and it just so happened to ruin his track career
also gave william a fear of swimming/deep water + driving. like. he never wants to be in control of a car again. it really added onto his anxiety and was probably the root of his panic disorder tbh
he took another year off of school to recover from his injuries and to just fucking...put himself in some therapy, because he knows. when it’s time to take care of himself. is really still determined to b the best, he’s just trying to take his time now.
got addicted to painkillers b/c of the injury, sought them out after his prescription ran out; it varies between oxy, vicodin, n percocets and like...they mix really badly w/ his antidepressants tbh ??
that’s v v hush-hush bc he doesn’t want people to worry about him moreso than they already do after like...all these tragic mf events y’know.
he had moved out of his greek house to live on his own but after his second time coming back to ucla he moved back in b/c that way somebody could kick his ass if he fell down the rabbit hole again y’know
his antidepressant, lexapro, causes hallucinations and now he’s been seeing dinah everywhere, hearing her voice, etc. etc. he thinks he’s finally going insane and also keeps it v hush hush b/c he doesn’t want people to think he is
he looks worse for wear but he just. keeps on pretendin’.
personality!
he’s just ... really calm tbh?
he’s always been the (or one of the) least fussy child, hated starting conflicts
if anything he’s always been a mediator ?? the peacemaker, tries to resolve things before they get outta hand
he hates fighting, physical n verbal, refuses to partake in it
even when dinah n him would get into arguments he’d be really quiet during them
that being said he wasn’t like antisocial or anything just bc he was quiet y’know ??
he was the quiet cool dude who was always popular for some fucking reason (its the height im telling u) and offered rly good advice
he’s a big fucking softie lemme tell u . . . he cries at most movies tbh
v intelligent, still carries small dumbass energy b/c he doesn’t make the best choices as u can tell
v v good at his craft, has been working on his third poetry book but has a lil bit of writer’s block atm and it’s ? torturing him tbh ?
he’s got a sense of humor but it’s like . . . kind of morbid tbh like he deals w shit via locking up his emotions and using humor as a coping mechanism
he’s a sentimental piece of shit tho we love him. he has a bottle of dinah’s favorite perfume and sprays his bed w it before he goes to sleep
that being said he really...isn’t over her, still, y’know ??
he’s 100% sure that she was his soulmate and he doesn’t think she could ever be replaced
(silly boy u cant replace people ! u just. meet people who fit u in other ways.)
hates being babied b/c he’s the oldest goddammit, that’s his job
he has a lil bit of a limp but like . . . that’s just bc his leg hurty
did i mention he’s protective bc he 100% is like listen.
he can bully his siblings. u cannot. that’s the rule sorry
even when his siblings r bullying each other he like body-flops on top of them and is p much like fucking Stop
he’s in his last yr of college but he’s doing grad school right after b/c he rly. doesn’t wanna b a partner w his dad. he doesn’t wanna own the stables or breed horses. he’s troy bolton and writing is his singing, horsebreeding is his basketball.
okay he really wants to know who tf pulled him outta the water b/c he never got to say thank u and he’s just like ?? LET ME SAY THANK U GODDAMMIT
he’s lowkey in the party scene but he’s also a bit of a wallflower when it comes to them, he prefers to drink his alcohol n watch ppl b idiots or sit on a roof high off his ass with a pal
he’ll fuck u but he wont date u but like so will most of the guys so he’s not unique he’s just a hashtag tortured artist
like it’s so hard for him to connect w others in a potentially romantic way ?? bc he just doesn’t feel anything and u cant really blame him for it tbh
has panic attacks n insomnia but u aint hear it from me
ironically........has taken up smoking cigarettes, as well.......even tho his gf died from lung cancer.......will why?
oh right bc i commanded thee
wanted connections !!
WHO PULLED HIM OUTTA THAT MF CAR CRASH ?? - i wanna know mf !!
his siblings uwu - GIVE US THE LAST HEART. PLEASE.
roommate - !! they can b chill or hate each other tbh who knows
frat bros - please.
uuuh general friends i guess ??
will they wont they - they’re rly close but will is really dumb and straight refuses to acknowledge the fact that they’d b like . . . perfect together
general unrequited things - william is emotionally unavailable, lmao, let’s see how that works w others
current hookups - he’s a bit of a slut, let’s b real. we ain’t shaming him b/c we don’t do that in 2k19 but we also speaking truths
good influences - please...help him get better
confidantes - somebody he just can fuckin complain to w/o feeling shitty or guilty for it
bad influences - make him. worse. he’s doing bad but he’s not at his worst yet.
anything. else. u want. i will do. i can do. i am god. i have ultimate power. william is my pAWN.
#uclas:intro#lmao here he is#please love him he's fragile#he's a good boy he's just a lil damaged#very damaged#but ykno...he's fine#smoking tw#uwuwuwuwu
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A Month of Truth: Narrated by Lance and Pidge (Chapter 1)
VOICEOVER #1:
Pidge Gunderson here.
This month has been freAKING HELL. It's been so confusing and hormonal that the princess and Shiro made me do this damn video documentary about it. To reflect or something.
I'm telling this from two sides of the story. Lance's and mine. I don't know when that idiot is joining me to do this, but when he does...let's just say that you'll know.
Hey, Pidge!
Oh my god, Lance, no, go away-mmphf!
You liked that.
Shut-shut up-! Okay, now, I'm making this narrative to tell the truth, and complete truth about the events happening over a single month.
Let's go!
Coming!
VOICEOVER #1-END
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DAY 1:
"LANCE!"
Pidge's voice is unexpectedly loud as she cleanly sweeps under the legs of a soldier, hooking his legs with her grappling hook and pulling him clean out.
Lance, the intended target, breathes a sigh of relief. He dusts himself off, flashing a familiar smile Pidge's way.
It's a nice smile.
"Thanks, Pidgeon-"
Pidge, distracted, nearly doesn't notice the swinging blade aiming for Lance's neck.
"Watch out!"
Her swift hands snatch out, grabbing Lance's chest from behind and yanking him towards her, his back pressing against her chest.
Pidge kicks the solider away, electrocuting him with her bayard and grabbing Lance's hand.
"Come on!" she shouts, yanking him and taking off at breakneck speed, racing through mazes of modern looking blue-black coloured buildings, the bright pink sky casting its colour to the society below.
Pidge can't help but marvel at the sight of the technology as she runs, but saddens at the thought that Lotor and his dear ol' dad Zarkon destroying the place. Lotor and Allura had both targeted Galaxor, a famously wealthy and prosperous planet, at the same time. The difference was that one sought an alliance and the other sought invasion and takeover.
Lance grips onto her hand tight, lanky fingers clutching hers with an unexpected strength.
"I wonder how Hunk and Allura are doing," Lance muses aloud, casually slinging a shot at a wayward Galra (obviously, it's a perfect headshot) as they continue their race, taking him out with no problem.
He and Pidge were obviously going to find Lotor first. The plan was that the three pairs, the third being Shiro and Keith, would set off to locate Lotor and wait for the rest to arrive.
With someone as amazing as Pidge, how could they not get there first?
"-and I hope Shiro or Allura have already gotten there," Pidge finished, not realising that Lance was staring at her and not listening at all. He shakes his head, blinking to wake himself up.
"Nah, Pidgeon, we're going to get there first!" Lance teases. Pidge squints, curling her upper lip. Seriously, this doofus never had any humility whatsoever, did he?
"We don't even know where he is!" Pidge whisper-hisses, shooting him a glare.
Pidge tries not to stare at Lance, grinning as flirtatiously as he does to other pretty girls, most of the time. Pidge knows that to her, it is directed as a joke and a friendly tease. And yeah, she's accepted that for a long time now. It's fine.
Truthfully, she'd say Lance McClain's eyes see only the surface. Nothing else.
"Come on Pidgeon, this way!"
What?
Pidge doesn't let Lance tug her away, rooting herself firmly to the spot.
"Why this way?" she asks, directing a finger in their (read: Lance's) desired direction of travel.
"I can smell fabulous shampoo."
...what?
"Lotor uses amazing shampoo?"
"Obviously, he seems like the kind of man. I'm guessing he has such luscious hair, but obviously not better than mine," Lance preens, nearly stuffing his hair in Pidge's face. Unyielding, Pidge smacks him away and actually starts heading in the direction, hunched back and bent legs.
"Ooh, Pidge actually-"
"Shhh..."
Pidge carefully places a finger on Lance's lips, very effectively shutting him up. He freezes, making no sound, the only difference being the light tinge of pink on his cheeks.
Suddenly, Lance is yanked down, hidden underneath a large structure with Pidge.
"-and I'm sure Voltron will be here any minute."
Lance and Pidge share a look.
PIDGE: Shit, is that Lotor?
LANCE: I mcfuckin' knew it.
PIDGE: what?!
LANCE: Look at his goddamned hair. Man could have come straight out of a Pantene ad-
Pidge breaks the stare to get a better look at Lotor while quietly typing in commands, calling the rest of Team Voltron to the very same place. And damn, Lance was actually right, the silky white hair was astounding.
"I have a feeling they're almost here! And I can't wait to crush them in my terrifying hands!" Zethrid cheers, voice unusually exuberant. Acxa sighs, paired with giggles from Ezor.
"Zeth, that's not what we're here for," she reminds, with the calm patience is a mother. Zethrid kind of pouts, but shrugs it off apathetically.
"I could crush them with no problem, thereby destroying Voltron, but you guys never let me!"
It was chilling, because it was almost like they were being lured into a trap. But no, it couldn't have been, because now that Pidge and Lance knew what was going on, that wouldn't be the case.
Message from: Princess Allura
PIDGE, START ATTACKING, WE'RE LITERALLY RIGHT BEHIND YOU
Message from: Keith Kogane
WE'RE ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE. READY, TEAM?
Lance readies his bayard, an admittedly beautiful sniper rifle, his hand accidentally covering the top of Pidge's when she reaches for hers.
Pidge, surprised, nearly freezes, Lance seeming to return the same face.
It's just the brush of a hand, something that has literally never affected her. What the hell was happening now?
She wakes up when she hears Keith and Shiro springing into battle, Shiro immediately going for Lotor and Keith fighting Acxa, the formidable general battling the paladin's ruthless attacks with cunning, clever moves. Hunk literally barrel-rolls in, firing his bayard at the feet of the generals in an attempt to knock them off their feet. Allura, determined for victory this time, slashes her iridescent whip Zethrid's way.
Lance pulls Pidge up, gripping her arm.
"Come on!"
Lance doesn't run as far in as Pidge does, Pidge immediately choosing to tackle Narti. Who better to tackle the smartest than the smartest?
Pidge needs to figure out how someone who clearly doesn't have means of vision can see so well. Maybe she's aware of her surroundings?
Quickly, she dashes towards her, slamming her grappling hook out to catch her in the stomach.
Or at least, she wanted it to catch Narti in the stomach, but more like Narti caught it and sent it back to Pidge's stomach.
"...oof," Pidge mutters, not bothering to dust herself off.
Narti may have gotten the first hit, but she sure as hell won't get the last.
The atmosphere is filled with sounds of battle, fiery raging heat, the area destroyed and plundered by missed gun shots (dammit, Lance!) and stabs of sword (dammit, Keith!).
Pidge knows that getting in too close might be a bad idea. But even seemingly-random but actually carefully-placed strikes don't deter her, and never hit her, as she blocks every single one with ease.
So instead, she aims to strike her with the hook, quickly sliding under and hooking onto her leg. Much to her disappointment, Narti doesn't fall on her goddamn face like she wanted, but it's enough, the fact that she stumbles.
All of a sudden, Narti grips her hook, violently pulling Pidge towards her. Pidge is caught between the unmakeable decision of losing her bayard or possible danger.
And then, before she can process it, a tail is wrapped around her neck and her breath cut off.
Pidge doesn't struggle, saving her breath as it is slowly squeezed out of her, looking at Narti. Where is the one place she didn't hit?
"PIDGE!"
Lance expertly hits Narti's tail, causing her to drop Pidge and the bayard in surprise. In retribution, her tail snaps out, hitting Lance in the face.
Pidge pauses, nearly gawping stupidly at the sharpshooter, now clutching his mouth with one hand and sniping with the other, somehow, that may have just saved her stupid, stupid life. She has to will herself not to smile and stop at him.
Wait, what? Friendly smile. Friendly smile.
"Pidge!"
Voltron and the Generals plus Lotor break apart, the two sides pausing for a moment and staring at each other venomously.
Pidge doesn't miss the scratch on Lance's cheek.
"Come on, Pidge!"
Lance is the one grabbing her hand this time, the team accidentally separating back into pairs to flee the formidable general team. God, where the hell had Lotor found such badass, awesome generals?!
Lance and Pidge, running on adrenaline, sprint away, heart pounding, feet hitting the ground hard.
They don't follow their previous path, navigating and twisting through a city like a maze, with no way to guide themselves. Damn, they were going to have fun finding their way back later, weren't they?
Lance, watching behind them for Galra soldiers, notices Pidge squinting at him.
"What? You need better glasses?" Lance asks, leaning in to Pidge and adjusting her askew glasses for her, not noticing the gentle pink that tinges her cheeks, nor the unusually surprised expression. She frowns, brow creasing.
"Maybe. These are my brother's, so maybe they messed up my vision or something," she muses, swatting Lance's hand away. But amidst the distraction...
A swish of purple.
A spot of red.
A blur of silvery-white.
Prince Lotor and his general Ezor.
"Is this blue and green?" Lotor asks, tinge of an annoyingly amused smile on his face. Lance nearly opens his mouth to protest that, but Pidge stops him. No sense letting Lotor know more than he already does.
"Yeah, Prince Pantene," Pidge rolls her eyes, folding her hands behind her back, fingers slowly and surreptitiously closing around her bayard. Lance isn't quite as secretive, immediately aiming and shooting at Lotor.
With the speed of light, Lotor leans to the side, the bullet scraping through his hair, charring a little bit black.
"Take that, Lo-butt!" Lance howls. Pidge smacks him, whipping out her bayard and going in swinging.
Pidge swings one leg out, nearly tripping Ezor, who darts away nimbly and grins.
"Hi, sweeties!"
Ezor gracefully and powerfully swings her leg at Lance's head, which he barely dodges, leaving Pidge free to aim a hit at Lotor himself. He doesn't move, raising an eyebrow.
Goddamn the height difference.
Lotor doesn't brandish a sword, doesn't pull out a knife. Instead, he brings out a small vial of sparkling turquoise liquid, looking tiny in his large hands.
Pidge charges straight towards him, using the taser in her bayard. Lotor moves to the side, but Pidge cleverly sidesteps and jabs the bayard fiercely into Lotor's chest, sending shock waves through the Galran Prince.
Ezor stops, stunned, quickly grabbing the vial from Lotor's hand and jabbering something to him in Galran, Pidge and Lance assume. Then, she gets up, throwing the same sunny smile (perhaps hiding layers of murderous rage) to them and slowly uncorking the vial, twist by twist.
Lotor slowly gets up, smiling.
"Paladins, I didn't come here to hurt you. I don't even want to touch you, no matter how much you may want me to fight, Green Paladin," he says, voice as charming and smooth as his hair.
Pidge stands ready to fight, arm brushing Lance's, who stands slightly in front of Pidge, one arm stretched across her.
Protective, much?
Suddenly, Ezor throws out her arm, the blue-green liquid splashing Lance and Pidge in the chest, evaporating and leaving a twinkling mist behind.
Lance's heart tremors, beats, thumps. He shakes, feeling some kind of energy pulse through his body, feeling every blood vessel filled with something tingling his nerves, up to his brain. Surely Pidge must feel the same.
Hell, did Lotor just drug them, make them high? Stoned? Is this the alien version of crack?
Blinded, Lance and Pidge stumble around, arms splaying out and trying not to hit the other.
But when they open their eyes what seems like an eternity later, Lotor and Ezor are gone.
~~~
"You should be all right, as in no changes in terms of bodily parts, mental ability, and gender," Coran rambles off, squinting at a written list in his hand. "But I'm not sure what the intended effect was."
Pidge and Lance glance at each other, sitting next to each other on the sofa. Coran's medical testing didn't seem quiet professional if he wasn't sure of the effects. Pidge debated on whether to try and run her own tests. Even the rest of the team, seated in various places on the large span of sofa, look worried. It would be extremely bad timing if they decided to die.
"We just have to wait and see, then?" Lance asks.
"Maybe it'll help Lance finally be able to charm girls," Pidge cockily whispers, leaning in to Lance confidently, sipping on her juice as a show. Lance chokes on air, eyes bulging wide, turning to Pidge with an incredulous look.
"Uh, um, I get girls just fine," Lance sasses, raising one eyebrow. Keith rolls his eyes the minute he sees Lance turning to Allura, who already starts getting up and leaving at the sight. Pidge smirks happily.
"Ha."
Annoyed, Lance pouts, rebelliously swinging his legs onto Pidge's lap and placing his head on the sofa like he had many times before. Allura laughs, the laugh tinkling gently. She sits back down, patting Lance on the head as she does so jokingly, making the whole group burst into laughter.
"Aww, I'm sorry Lance, but we've got bigger things to worry about. Say, the spell that Lotor and Ezor cast on you?" Allura asks. "Any ideas?"
A spell? That could be a lot of things. Could be an 'act crazy in front of your group' spell, a 'lose all bodily functions' spell, could be a 'throw up every time you eat spell...' it sounds extremely cliche to Pidge, but everything is really up to time to reveal. After all, it has been a few hours since Ezor first dumped the sparkly, painful misty liquid on them, and so far nothing had happened.
But...
Normally Pidge enjoys just sitting quietly, working while dropping the occasional snarky comment at Lance or something. But now, Pidge feels different, like she wants to talk all the time, like she has an energy flowing through her at all times.
"Maybe it's a 'get the Princess to fall for my charms' spell," Lance suggests, winking. Pidge groans inaudibly, rolling her eyes at the side and tilting her lap to slide Lance's legs off.
"Hey!"
"Look, I know you've got sculpted and admittedly nice long legs, but I don't need them on my lap," Pidge states, brushing off her lap.
Wait.
Freeze.
...what the hell?!
"...uh, Pidge, you do know what you just said, right?" Hunk checks in after an uncomfortably long silence, leaning in with an apprehensive and surprised face that everyone seemed to be wearing. Lance, legs dangling off the sofa now, nearly turns around to hide his face from the bunch.
Did Pidge just admit that he has nice legs?
"...yes, yes I did."
"You just said Lance has nice long legs. You never say he has nice anything."
Hunk stares at Pidge, amazed.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm not thinking it, even if I'm not saying it."
Like how I was thinking that Allura is sometimes too uptight, or how Shiro's new haircut actually looks really weird," Pidge shrugs, looking as if she has more to say.
Oh god.
Did she just admit...?
Pidge claps her hand over her mouth, tapping her toes rapidly, eyes darting to and fro from a random place to Lance, then to another random place and back to Lance.
"Lance, are you hearing this?" Allura kind of giggles, the little glint in her eye an indicator of her thoughts, not even affected by Pidge's statement.
"Of course I am. And Shiro, your eyeliner is looking a bit off today, a little thin, isn't it? Awesome though. "
Shiro self-consciously looks in a mirror.
Keith, looking between the unusually but understandably hyper stressed Pidge and the very, very flustered Lance, starts to gain an idea of what exactly was playing out.
"Lance, what are your thoughts on this?" he asks, smirking at Allura, who returns the expression. Shiro, blur, doesn't understand.
"I'm very flattered." Lance, flattered? Once in a lifetime. "I'm very flattered that a pretty girl would say that to me."
It's Pidge's turn to go red, blush, smile sheepishly, look away. What the hell was going on, she didn't know.
But then, all of a sudden, Hunk turns to Pidge with a look that she also sees in Allura and Keith, and suddenly survival instinct kicks in for the blue-green pair who immediately jet off, speeding away from thr evil perpetrators, who are ot in pursuit.
"God, haven't we done enough running for today?" Pidge groans out, stopping outside her door, Lance right beside her.
"How do you think I got these legs?" he questions. Then, he smiles stupidly, grinning at Pidge. "Just kidding."
"Naturally, obviously." Pidge smacks herself again, groaning into her hand and sliding her back down the outside of her room door.
"I think I know what Lotor did to us," they both say in unison, eyes equally as terrified, breaths heavy, hands shaky. They laugh for a moment, rambling about jinxing, and how it's fun but stupid. Nervous rambling and laughter.
Pidge takes in a deep breath at some point, finally saying what she'd suspected since the couch.
"I think we've been hit by a truth spell."
"...well, shit."
---
DAY 2:
Lunch is supposed to just be lunch, not 'truth or truth'. Lance just wants to eat the goddamn food goo and go hang with Hunk and Pidge, goddammit!
"This food goo gets crappier each time I eat it," Lance muses, without even a tinge of annoyance. Coran raises an eyebrow, squinting his eyes.
"I'm sorry, young man, does it look like we have any other form of sustenance suitable for your human species?" Coran folds his lips, looking at Lance.
Pidge, quietly, mumbles "Kaltenecker."
"Sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you," Hunk asks from beside Pidge, his breakfast already finished. Pidge reddens right before screaming KALTENECKER!
"Pidge, you want to kill our baby?!" Lance clutches his heart, looking despondently at Pidge.
"It's a stupid cow, I just wanted the game."
"But-!"
"Well, Paladins!" Allura cuts in, smiling. "I've got some news."
"If it's another diplomatic whatever, I'm going to barf the food goo," Lance declares.
"Don't!" Hunk exclaims, instinctively moving away from Lance and away from the table. Coran looks like he's about to slam his face into the food goo.
"If you're going to puke, do it on either Keith's mullet or Shiro's new hair, because those are in dire need of destruction." Pidge doesn't even look up or try to make it sound sarcastic.
"I swear to god, this truth spell can be really funny when I manipulate it, but I'm praying that it goes away today!" Keith groans, yells, slams his face on the table.
"Damn, Keith, you're awesome and all but that's too much," Lance says, voice fluctuating with surprise.
"Wait, what did you just say? About me? Like what you think about me?" Keith checks, leaning in. Lance pales, looking like he really is going to throw up his food goo. Instead, he throws up the truth in angrily and quickly screamed words.
"YOU'RE AWESOME, LIKE IN FIGHTING AND PILOTING AND HOLY CRAP I'M ONLY ANNOYING TOWARDS YOU BECAUSE I'M PRETTY JEALOUS," Lance screams, immediately shoving his fist in his mouth immediately after. Pidge and Hunk burst out into laughter, Lance grimacing and covering his face in between them.
Pidge supposes that Keith is the catalyst to manipulating their truth spell, because all of a sudden they get bombarded with stupid questions, including the following:
"Who's the paladin you would most likely date?"
"Myself!"
"Describe me in your opinion!"
"You're hot. And awesome. And like really cool," Lance answers. "Wear eyeliner more often, Shiro. And yeah, Keith needs more eyeliner to reflect the darkness in his heart," he adds as an afterthought. Shiro, hopeful, shoots Keith his best puppy eyes.
"Don't even think about it."
"Guys!" Allura feigns slapping her palm on the table, scaring them into effective silence. "I haven't spoken yet!"
"Well, actually, you kind of have-"
"Hunk, shh!"
"I've organised a diplomatic banquet to be held in the Castle with the citizens of Galaxor," Allura proclaims. Lance nearly opens his mouth to protest, but one look from Allura (and the fact that her hand was wrapped around a spoon laden with goo and aimed at him) was enough to shut him up.
"A ball? As in dancing, ballgowns, the like?" Hunk questions, taking Lance's goo and cheekily polishes it off.
"Yes! You all will be expected to charm the Galaxorians and persuade them to join our coalition," Allura puts in, looking way too happy about the whole thing. Maybe it was because she finally got to hold a ball again since the last disastrous one.
"Dresses? I miss wearing those," Pidge says nonchalantly, looking at Allura as if interested for once. Lance blinks, cutely tilting his head to the side as if confused.
"A dress?" he echoes. Lance's mind flies off, imagining pre-Garrison Pidge decked up and dressed up in a purple dress, long hair let down and decorated with a purple hairband. Just like the picture she kept with her, of her and Matt.
And oh god, in that moment, Lance prays Keith or Hunk doesn't give him a Pidge themed pop quiz right now, or the words he would spill out may not be completely table-appropriate.
Meanwhile, Shiro nearly has an aneurysm from the pure volume of Allura's sudden screech, high-pitched and piercing and so very not-Allura.
"Do you want a dress Pidge? Oh, I've got a few of my old ones i think you can wear? There's some purple, and some green that would match your armour," Allura rattles off, counting off her fingers, eyes trailing upwards. Pidge blanches, getting up and leaving the table.
"Wait, Pidge!" Allura calls, getting up. Lance, meanwhile, darts up and follows Pidge, who he assumes was on the trail to her room.
Damn, why is Pidge so fast? Even with those short (and nice) legs of hers, she could probably outpace the tall Lance with ease.
"Pidge?"
He knocks softly on the door. No reply. Lance slowly pushes the door open, inching in little by little.
Pidge sits in the center of her bed, hands clutching the same small portrait she always carries around like a lucky charm. Damn, Pidge was like his lucky charm. Honestly. Where she was, good things happened. How many times exactly had she saved his life today alone?
"Pidge?"
She adjusts her glasses, looking up at Lance curiously, not even a tinge annoyed or surprised at his appearance.
"What?" she asks, her eyes going back to the portrait. Lance, after a gentle nod from Pidge, sits down beside her and relaxes.
"Just checking you were okay," Lance explains, peering over Pidge's shoulder, cheek to cheek with her, just to get a decent glance at the portrait.
Pidge never looked happier than there. It kind of sucks, knowing how hard it is to make Pidge happy, but Lance doesn't care. Pidge should be happy.
"It's so uncomfortable, this whole truth spell thing. It feels like an invasion of privacy, yanno?" Pidge purses her lips, the little space between her eyebrows creasing in displeasure. Lance grimaces, patting his shoulder to let her lean on it.
They had the perfect height difference, didn't they?
"It totally is. Keith is so having fun through this thing," Lance huffs, chuckling and patting Pidge, while relaxes and breathes out at his gentle touch.
"It's only been around two days and i can't really take it anymore. I didn't want to bring up dresses, it hurts because I would wear them while Matt was around. Now...it brings back memories. And oh god, I'm ranting, i can't even choose what I want to say!"
Pidge tenses up, every part of her face scrunching up, eyebrows narrowing in annoyance. This prompts Lance for another round of patting, stroking Pidge's hair gently. It looked a little longer than the last time he'd petted it.
"We can ask Coran to give us a diagnosis at some point. He'll probably do better now that he knows what's going on," Lance soothes. It feels weird for him, being the one providing logic. Usually this whole situation was the other way around; Pidge would be left brain and Lance the right. Strange.
"Yeah..." Pidge mumbles.
"Are you sleepy? Want an afternoon nap? " Lance asks. Well, no crap, because her eyelids droop and face relaxes. Pidge nods almost imperceptibly.
"I'm not a damn kindergartener...but a nap sounds good."
Lance wraps an arm around her, letting her lie on his shoulder, soon falling asleep.
Pidge gets stressed easier than she would like to show, admittedly, and this was a case of it.
Maybe she was embarrassed that she said Lance looked good?
Oh god, Lance suddenly realises and comprehends that Pidge thinks he's attractive (in some way). Oh god.
How lucky was he, after all?
With all kind of thoughts of these sorts shifting and twisting and morphing through his head, Lance is soon subdued to sleep, the two falling back on the bed.
---
VOICEOVER #2:
Lance here.
I didn't think Pidge was taking this very well on the first day, honestly. Neither was I, frankly, but it just kept spiraling worse from there for her.
Yanno, she's so good at keeping secrets and all that? She managed to hide her gender and relation to Matt and Captain Holt for how long, again?
I think this month was the first time she found herself in a place where the truth was the only option available.
And I think maybe she wanted to kill Lotor even more after this. Haha.
Lance, come back?
I'm doing the second voice-over.
Oh, okay. Want me to check over the recording?
Oh-um-crap-no!
DAY 6:
"PIDGE!"
Lance, as usual seeking to make a dramatic entrance, sashays into the common room with an unusual-wait, scratch that, normal-amount of confidence.
"Whaaaaaat," Pidge groans, lying down on her stomach on the sofa. She slips her headphones off, tilting her laptop screen slightly down. Hunk, asleep on the sofa, completely ignoring Lance.
"Ask me any question that I ordinarily would not be able to answer," Lance requests loudly, puffing his chest. "Coran said the spell should be gone by now, so this is my way of testing it."
Lance wanted a question? Well, Pidge supposes that what she was going to ask would either work out really well or really terribly for her.
"Is that really a good idea, Lance?" Shiro raises an eyebrow judgmentally. "You might end up revealing something you might not want to."
Lance shrugs.
"Honesty is a virtue, right?"
So far, today, Pidge has tried her best not to talk to people and to not let them talk to her. No communication equals no revealed truths, right?
Actually, she'd been using the same strategy for the past five days; wear headphones, work on Matt's case, take off for Allura or Keith's speeches. So far, with the peace that came with their battle with Lotor on Galaxor, the strategy had been working surprisingly well.
Lance, meanwhile, had been using this as an opportunity to comment a lot more than he usually did, this time with an excuse of honesty.
"Shiro, I need eyeliner lessons. You're a goddamn queen, you know that? You'd been god-level if you go back to the undercut, though."
"Keith, I'm really sorry, but you need to change that hideous jacket."
"I'm going to be honest, you're gorgeous and awesome Allura, but you're an awesome friend so let's keep it at that."
Allura's reaction had been more of 'like I was going to change that relationship status'. Pidge had definitely been surprised at that random outburst.
Lance flirting with Allura was like half of his identity by now (in Pidge's brain, that was. The other half was Lance flirting with random alien girls and a few guys scattered across the galaxies they visited).
"Name the person you'd most like to kiss in the room," Pidge delivers to Lance, grinning snidely at him.
So what if she may have had a little, teeny crush on the boy? So what if she'd hoped before that the person would be her? A girl could dream, right?
She doesn't expect Lance to struggle with the question, looking as if he had a frog stuck in his throat. Like he can't answer. As if something is stopping it from coming out. Lance doesn't seem to know why either, which immediately draws concern from the whole team.
"I don't know," he answers. "I mean, I physically can't answer that. My throat's not letting me."
Allura side-glances at Coran, who shrugs.
"Don't look at me, I don't know!"
"What do you mean your throat's not letting you?" Pidge asks, eyebrows pushed together, leaning closer to Lance as if studying him like a scientific specimen. "Like you don't want to say it?"
"It's more like the spell isn't forcing me to say it. Which is awesome, because it means it's not working anymore!" Lance cheers, happy.
Pidge isn't so sure.
The spell seemed to still be having some effect, but what? Lance was hiding something. How could his self-diagnosis change from 'being stopped from saying it' to 'stopping himself from saying it?'
Pidge isn't so sure.
She isn't going to be dumb like Lance, parade himself in front of the team, shake Hunk awake to celebrate the return of his dishonesty and lies. Maybe Pidge is hiding disappointment, she thinks, as she folds her laptop and stands up. Maybe Pidge is disappointed that she didn't get the answer she was looking for, she thinks, as she slips her headphones on and walks out of the room in silence, comforting music drowning out all other sound.
Maybe Pidge just-just wanted to know what Lance truly thought of her. That if he didn't want even Allura, that maybe he'd want her.
So Pidge, distressed (even if she wouldn't admit it herself) heads to the library, the beautiful library of the Castle, that was definitely underused.
While she strolls amidst the sky-high maze of shelves, decked with the most amazing (and unfortunately, rather disorganised) and informative collection of books Pidge has ever seen, her mind keeps on flashing back to the Garrison. To memories.
Memories where Pidge sees Lance for the first time, immediately noticing that the loud exterior definitely wasn't all there was to him. That he was admittedly good looking, and too tall for her to take, and endearingly charming. These were facts Pidge continually built up the more time she spent with him, despite all the lies she had to throw his way during that time.
She'd liked him, kind of. Pidge prefers to think of it not as a crush, but more of admiring. His sharpshooting, though she would never admit it, was so freaking awesome; he was like a video game character, but real!
But of course, she wasn't going to tell anyone about that little secret of hers, for so so many different reasons. Now it was definitely more plausible, but now they were in space, a habitat featuring so many people that Lance would trail after rather than her.
Not because she wasn't good, not because she wasn't good enough. It was simply that she and Lance valued different things in life.
And that is a fact Pidge still struggles to learn and accept.
"Oh?" Pidge's foot nudges a small stack of papers, fallen open on the red carpet floor before her. Pidge stoops to pick it up, curious, the leaves nearly separating and flying away. She sifts through the papyrus-like pages, eyes drawn to one small, ripped sheet.
RECIPE FOR POTENT TRUTH
Add petals from four-petaled clover,
Five drops of water blue,
Drop six tears of a secretive lover,
And may all lie turn true
The rest of the poem is ripped off, a bare minimum of scribblings visible on the bottom ripped edge of the paper. Pidge flips the paper over, seeing only a few miscellaneous markings that didn't seem to be in any Altean words that she knew.
"What's this?" Pidge wonders aloud, standing back up with the single poem clutched in her small hands. A spell, perhaps? The very spell they have been cursed with? How would Lotor have access to Altean spells and be able to create them?
Four petaled clover. A symbol of luck to many people. Pidge just calls it a manufacturing error.
Water wasn't even really blue, was it? Really, it is the Sun that makes the water look blue. Goddamn poets.
The tears of a secretive lover seemed a bit harsh to use as an ingredient, Pidge thinks. Was it even a secret if the tears were collected? Wouldn't it no longer be a secret if they were known and used as a secretive lover?
Spells suck in that way.
Pidge pockets the poem, only that little paper, noting it for later analysis. Maybe this would be useful.
Scratch that, it will be useful.
---
Lance isn't as talkative as she was expecting him to be. The conversations seem more one to one, Keith and Hunk laughing about how Voltron was actually the vintage Transformers on crack, Shiro and Allura drafting up some diplomatic affairs, and Lance just sitting alone. Pidge assumes that Coran is just manning the ship while they eat. Pidge sits down right opposite Lance, putting on a smile. After a quick round of greetings around the table from everyone, Pidge makes a quiet noise that grabs Lance's attention.
"Hey," she greets, keeping the tone casual. Lance nods, returning her smile as a reply to her greeting.
"Are you sure the truth spell is over?" Pidge asks, unable to think of any other feasible conversation topic than maybe Kaltenecker or something. Maybe he really had been minced up.
"I think so, but I'm not sure. I've been in my room for the past hours since you left," Lance admits, "so I wasn't really talking to anyone."
"Aww, did someone miss me?" Pidge teases, Lance flushing a little bit. "You could have just swung around-"
"Paladins! Allura!" Coran bursts into the room, panting, eyes full of hyperactiv. "Transmission from Prince Lotor!"
Allura ditches the meal, jumping off her seat in all her royal regalia and impractical dresses, the Paladins all following along after her to the main hangar. Sure enough, the team sees the snide face of Prince Lotor, eyes as analytical and judgemental as ever.
"Greetings, Voltron." Pidge can't get over how damn smooth his voice is, honestly. "I've called to broker a deal that may suit both of us."
"And what deal is that, exactly?" Allura questions, hands on hips and voice threatening and intimidating. Allura was in battle mode, no diplomatic fluffiness going on here.
"You stop annoying me as I take Galaxor, and I'll give you the cure to the truth spell I so conveniently brewed up for yours truly," Lotor drawls. Lance and Pidge hear the slight murmurs of...Axca, maybe a little Ezor?
"Nonsense. The truth spell has been broken. Lance himself did so," Allura proclaims, looking proud as she shoves the small victory in Lotor's snide purple face. He laughs loudly, raising his eyebrows as if unable to believe it.
"Dear, Lance, do tell me what nations have joined the coalition and what is your Voltron-related plan for the future?" Lotor's smile returns, his face a perfect blend of calmness and impassiveness. Lance shrugs.
"Well, we've got Kansilfrey, Plaxim, Ragtayron...the like, I think I can show you a list later. As for the plan, we've got allies, and we can-"
Pidge jumps on Lance, literally on him, knocking him down and effectively shutting him up. The headphones she wore were a surprisingly good tactic to avoid the truth, but Lance seemed in dire need of assistance.
She totally doesn't end up accidentally straddling him in the corner, totally doesn't start stammering and reddening. Yep.
'We will not be taking you up on your offer," Allura replies, concernedly looking at Lance and wondering why the hell Pidge was currently swinging on Lance's lanky body. "Goodbye."
Allura shoots Coran a look, and he shuts off the transmitter, Lotor disappearing from sight, looking almost disappointed.
Allura, furious, her eyes made of molten steel, turns to glare at Lance.
"You said the spell was finished!"
"That's what I thought, don't blame me!"
Allura paces the room deep in thought, eyebrows furrowed and white hair swinging everywhere. Lance hates seeing Allura stressed, actually everyone hates seeing Allura stressed. Even as the Black Paladin (and ex-black paladin, for Shiro,) everyone still looked up to their princess for instructions. She stops pacing, turning to Lance and Pidge.
"We need to work on getting a cure. We can't have Voltron compromised for very long. Lotor is getting to us," she mutters. Pidge and Lance are not sure whether they are supposed to answer that.
The little paper in Pidge's pocket suddenly feels heavy.
She doesn't mention it.
But maybe, just maybe if she had mentioned it, she would have been able to save herself from the embarrassment and pain to come.
The Ball.
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1: Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer?
kitchen Table. ;3
2: Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why:
good!!!!! it was early morning and aiden was off work so we decided to mess around and it was just v low stress and nice
3: A fictional person that you think would be good in bed:
hm uh. who;s that one tiger from zootopia? shit dice drew a commission of him a while back. the sexy one. he’d treat me right.
4: Something that never fails to make you horny:
there are like a million dumb fucking things aiden does that makes me lose my gdamn mind!!!!!! like, when he loosens his tie and gives me The Sex Look or kisses my neck in a certain spot... luv that husband
5: Where is one place you would never have sex:
somewhere kids could see :/
6: The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when ______________
one time admittedly when i was new to anal i had the inevitable ShitDick scenario bc i didn’t know how to prep myself properly........im so fucking sorry, trey, im so sorry
7: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny:
this petsmart flyer came in the mail once. that was a weird jerkoff. made me realize im deep in petplay pff
8: What is the best way to sexually bind someone: Handcuffs, Rope, or Other [if other please explain]:
aiden;s been practicing shibari and it’s pretty fun! i’d say its my fav way to be restrained rn
9: What is the fastest way to make you horny:
it aint hard idk
10: Top or bottom?
this bitch be bottomin, my ass is Ready
11: We were about to ____________ but then ______________ [example: we were about to have sex but then his mom walked in]
12: Is one orgasm enough? Are multiple orgasms necessary?
it depends on how much stamina u have or if you’re in the mood for more? that time waiting for the refractory period tho suuuuuuuucks, im so jealous of dfab ppl that can come multiple times :/
13: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:
a valentine’s present for aiden, shhh
14: Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you:
sometimes aiden fuckign. does French Shit and i dont know what he’s saying until after but it’s kind of become a joke because we’ll be having a really nice moment and he’ll lean in and like, whisper some bullshit like “my little lima bean” or “my sweet polished fork” and i fuckignt rftg,,, IT STILL SOUNDS HOT, WHY IS HE LIKE THIS
15: Two things you like [or dislike] about oral sex:
that “pop” noise when ur mouth comes off the dick. also, when he like, holds your head with his fingers tangled in your hair and bobs your head down on his cock g gg go gogfdoood thats so hot i love it when he does that to me its nice
16: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:
welcome 2 Trauma Land next question
17: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]
yeah. it’s a pretty slutty thing to do, it’s not great tasting if u don’t like, pineapple and shit but it’s a pretty good way to get your partner turned on more
18: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:
if u and ur partner get tested together and r clean and not seeing anyone else
19: Who was the sexiest teacher you ever had?
my sophomore year humanities teacher in my study abroad program....holy Fuck. hooooly fuck. mr. nakamura still gets me going to this day. he has a wife tho :(
20: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:
whipped creaaaam!
21: How big is too big:
some bad dragons are really intimidating. christ.
22: One sexual thing you would never do:
let ppl use me as an object again :/
23: Biggest turn on:
humiliation is pretty good
24: Three spots that drive you insane:
my neck
my back
my pussy, and my crack.
25: Worst possible time to get horny:
driving is pretty rough.
26: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans:
ch r is t y es
27: Worst sexual idea you ever had:
define “worst,” anon.
28: How much fapping is too much fapping:
who fucking calls it “fapping” still
29: Best sexual complement you ever got:
Yikes^TM
30: Bald, landing strip, Jumanji:
is this like, a lesbian thing? i dont get it
31: Is it good sex if you don’t nut:
YA GATTA NUT!
32: Fill in the blank: "If they ____________, we are fuckin"
IF THEY TRUCKIN WE ARE FUCKIN!
33: What your favorite part of your body:
my belly........? idk i used to Hate My Mcfuckin Self but aiden blows raspberries on me and its fkin cute holy hell
34: Favorite foreplay activities:
if i suck on aiden’s fingers he basically fucking Dies on the spot, so that’s fun to use. for myself, uhh. thigh kisses are hot. so hot.
35: Love (>,<, or =) Sex For those of us who don’t remember our math thats “greater than, less than, or equal to]
there was a a time when i wouldve said sex is bnetter but no, it’s Lov....i Love Husband
36: What do you wear to bed?
boxers, and my husband
37: When was the first time you masturbated:
probably when i was like nine or ten? in the “i dont know this is masturbating but it kinda feels nice” way
38: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?
there’s a lot floating around there but most of it is during The Bad Time
39: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?
uhhh shit its been a while i can’t really remember?
40: Have/would you ever have sex outside?
mhm. it’s not my fav tho
41: Have/would you ever had a threesome?
i;ve had more than a threesome, buddy
42: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?
when i was young and desperate and trying anal for the first time i used a vibrating toothbrush but no one told me you’re supposed to not use the brush end. the bristles were rough.
43: Have/would you ever masturbate at work/school?
yes to both?? im a tiny troglodyte man what do u expect
44: Have/would you ever have sex on a plane?
maybe? this is a very specific situation, i know aiden would rather die than do anything on a plane tho
45: What is one song you’d like to have sex to?
i feel it coming - daft punk
46: What is something nonsexual that makes you horny?
literally like anything can make me hard im fucking easy
47: Most attractive celebrity?
my husband....he’s a star, to Me...
48: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?
yes. source: am gay
49: If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be right now?
Unborn.
50: Has anyone ever posted nude pictures of you online?
yes. i dont particularly like to think abt it but there’s a. big fan community wanting me to “come back” and it makes me super uncomfortable.
51: What is one thing that NEVER makes you horny?
girls :/
52: Do you have stretch marks? (How do you feel about them? Has anyone ever had a problem with them?)
i have a couple on my thighs and my belly from some healthy weight gain, but aiden doesn’t mind. he likes em
53: Do you like giving head? (why/why not)
dick....me Sucky Cock...nya
54: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?
i dont rlly care
55: How would you feel about taking someones virginity?
i was a few people’s first lay and it was uh. difficult. they think they can just pound a man’s ass like their fleshlight and it’s rough when you’re like, laying there and your ass is on fire while you remind them to use more lube and also fucking go slower to start
56: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?
sticky rice. good fucking lord, do not use sticky rice.
57: Is there anything you do on Tumblr that you would not like your significant other to see?
not really? we don’t hide things from each other
58: Do you own any sex toys? (what is it? (how long have you had it?)
we own a Shit ton. i’ve had some since i was like, a teenager but i’ve been collectin some over the years
59: Would you give your significant other unrestricted access to your Tumblr for a day?
oh god no. aiden barely knows what memes are
60: Would you be offended if your significant other suggested you get plastic surgery?
no, me and aiden have already discussed like, scar reduction shit. i have a few nasty keloids :/
61: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?
neither?? i mean, i was both for a while but *SLAMS TRAUMA BUTTON*
62: Do you watch porn?
duh
63: How small is too small?
all dick is good dick!!!!
64: Have you ever been called a freak? Why?
continues to Slam the Trauma Button
65: Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?
66: Would you switch phones with your significant other for a day?
probably not because aiden’s in a group chat with his work buddies and they’re all middle aged or young mom nurses. im a fish out of water.
67: Do you feel comfortable going "commando"?
sure, as long as its not like skinny jeans or something
68: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn't shaved their pubic hair?
not rlly. good dick is good dick
69: If you could give yourself head, would you?
im p sure everyone tries but usually i get my husband to B)
70: Booty or Boobs?
ass. please god, i’m all about ass
71: If you had a penis, what would you name it?
Ass Blaster 69
72: Have you ever been on an official date?
yes? like a movie and restraunt thing?
73: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)
not that i know of, but there was a point when i was pretty low in life that i hopped around w/ partners and one night stands.
74: If you were a stripper, what would your name be?
the Pole Faller. i have no body strength and im named that bc i’d fall off the pole
75: Have you ever had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)
no??????????? nO??
76: How would you react if you found out your parents had sex in your bed?
what...what kind of question even is this
77: What was your reaction the first time you saw a penis/vagina
“god i wanna put my mouth all over that”
78: If you had a penis/vagina for a day, what are five things you would do?
DOUBLE PENETRATION!!!!!! DOUBLE PENETRATION!!!!!
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