PIDGE ONE SHOTS‼️

THROUGH ENEMY LINES

Galra reader BTW

The distant stars flickered faintly through the wide windows of the Castle of Lions, casting long shadows across the room. Pidge sat hunched over her computer, deep in thought, her fingers flying across the keys as lines of code blurred before her eyes. The hum of the ship's engines had become background noise by now, a steady rhythm that usually helped her focus. But tonight, her thoughts kept drifting elsewhere—to you.

You had joined the Voltron team under tense circumstances. As a former Galra soldier, you were initially met with suspicion, not just by the Paladins, but by the Alliance as a whole. The war between the Galra and the rest of the galaxy had left deep scars, and though you had defected, your presence brought uncertainty.

But not for Pidge.

It hadn't taken long for her to see past the armor, past the history, and recognize who you really were: someone seeking redemption, just as much a victim of Zarkon's empire as anyone else. She had seen it in your eyes from the beginning—the guilt, the pain, and the determination to fight for something better. And over time, the walls between you both had slowly crumbled, replaced by something softer, something more fragile.

There was a knock at the door, soft but firm. Pidge's heart skipped a beat, her fingers hovering over the keyboard before she quickly minimized her work. She already knew it was you before she even turned around.

"Come in," she called, trying to keep her voice steady.

The door slid open with a quiet hiss, revealing your tall figure framed by the dim hallway light. Even without your armor, your presence was imposing, your Galra features highlighted by the soft glow of the ship's interior. But there was a gentleness to the way you moved, a softness that you only ever seemed to show around her.

"Hey," you said, your voice low and steady, but there was something in your eyes—something that made Pidge's stomach twist.

She turned her chair to face you fully, offering a small, welcoming smile. "Hey. Late night?"

You nodded, stepping into the room and letting the door slide shut behind you. "Couldn't sleep," you admitted, your voice betraying a hint of unease.

Pidge studied you for a moment, noticing the way your shoulders were tense, the way you seemed to linger by the door as if unsure whether to stay. It wasn't like you to be so hesitant. Usually, you were composed, confident. But tonight, something was different.

"Come here," she said gently, patting the spot beside her on the small couch by her workstation. "What's on your mind?"

You hesitated for only a second before crossing the room and sitting beside her. The couch dipped slightly under your weight, and Pidge had to suppress the shiver that ran down her spine as your arm brushed against hers. She had never been intimidated by your Galra form, but the physical presence you carried was undeniable. There was a strength in you that comforted her, but tonight, there was also a vulnerability.

"I've been thinking," you began, your voice quiet, as if you were unsure of the words. "About us. About... everything."

Pidge's heart skipped again, and she shifted slightly to face you, her green eyes searching your face. "What about us?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light, though her pulse had quickened.

You were silent for a long moment, your eyes fixed on the floor as if the words were too heavy to meet her gaze. When you finally spoke, your voice was barely above a whisper.

"I never thought I'd be here," you admitted. "With all that's happened. With all the destruction I've caused, all the people I've hurt. I never thought... I'd be allowed to feel this way about someone."

Pidge's breath caught in her throat, and she felt the familiar flutter in her chest at the raw emotion in your voice. You rarely spoke about your past—about the weight of your time with the Galra Empire—but she knew it haunted you. She had seen it in the way your eyes darkened when battles turned personal, the way you clenched your fists at the mention of Zarkon's regime. And yet, here you were, opening up to her in a way you hadn't with anyone else.

You looked up then, your yellow eyes meeting hers with a vulnerability that made her heart ache. "You've shown me something I didn't think I could have again," you continued. "Something I didn't think I deserved."

Pidge blinked, her throat tightening as she tried to process your words. "You deserve more than you think," she whispered, her voice soft but firm. "You deserve peace, and happiness, and everything else you thought you lost. You're not the same person you were back then."

You let out a small, humorless laugh, your hand coming up to run through your thick hair. "Maybe not. But it doesn't change the fact that I've done things I can't undo."

Pidge leaned forward, placing her hand gently on your arm. The gesture was small, but it carried the weight of everything she had felt for you since the day you joined the team. "We've all done things we wish we could take back," she said, her voice steady. "But what matters is what we do now. What you've done for us—for me—shows me that you're trying. And that's enough."

For a long moment, the two of you just sat there, the silence between you filled with the unspoken emotions that had been building for months. The air was thick with the weight of everything that had gone unsaid, but in that silence, something shifted. The space between you, once filled with uncertainty and tension, was now filled with something warmer, something that felt like hope.

Slowly, cautiously, you reached out and took her hand in yours. Pidge's heart leapt at the contact, her pulse quickening as your fingers intertwined with hers. Your hand was warm, rough from years of battle, but your touch was gentle, careful, as if you were afraid to break her.

"I care about you," you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "More than I've cared about anyone in a long time. And I don't know if that's fair to you, considering who I am. What I am."

Pidge's breath hitched, and she felt her chest tighten with emotion. "It doesn't matter," she whispered, squeezing your hand. "You're more than what you were. You're more than the Galra, more than your past. You're... you."

You stared at her for a moment, your eyes searching hers as if trying to find some hint of doubt or hesitation. But there was none. There was only warmth, only the quiet certainty that Pidge had never been more sure of anything in her life.

"I want to be with you," she admitted, her voice soft but unwavering. "I don't care about your past. I care about who you are now. And I... I think I've cared about you for a long time."

The vulnerability in her words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you just stared at her, as if you couldn't quite believe what you were hearing. Then, slowly, you leaned in, your forehead resting gently against hers, your breath mingling in the small space between you.

"I never thought I'd find someone like you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "Someone who could look past all of this and see me."

Pidge smiled softly, her hand coming up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin. "I see you," she whispered. "And I'm not going anywhere."

And then, before either of you could say another word, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. It was tentative at first, almost hesitant, as if both of you were still unsure of where you stood. But as the kiss deepened, all of the uncertainty melted away, replaced by the warmth of something real, something neither of you had expected but both of you had longed for.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads still pressed together, Pidge smiled up at you, her heart full in a way she hadn't known was possible.

"We'll figure this out," she whispered, her voice full of quiet determination. "Together."

And as you held her close, the weight of your past seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of the present, of the future you were ready to face—together.