PIDGE ONE SHOTS‼️

BENEATH THE STARS

KEITHS SISTER READER

The Castle of Lions hung in the vast expanse of space, a shining beacon of hope amid the endless sea of stars. Its halls were quiet tonight, with most of the Paladins either resting or preoccupied in their own quarters. The galaxy, though fraught with danger, had granted them a rare moment of peace. It was the perfect time for reflection, though for Pidge, reflection had turned into a whirlwind of emotions she was struggling to untangle.

And the source of that confusion? You, Keith's sister.

When you joined the team, Pidge hadn't expected much. After all, you shared your brother's intense drive and strong will. You were quiet at first, observing the Paladins, taking in every detail of their mission while keeping much of your past with Keith and the Blade of Marmora under wraps. At first, Pidge thought you were just another serious, focused warrior like Keith. But over time, she realized there was so much more beneath the surface.

You had a warmth that Keith often lacked. You were funny, easygoing—when the situation allowed it—and seemed to find a way to bridge the gap between the different personalities on the team. Where Keith could sometimes be sharp, you softened the edges, bringing balance to the intensity that often dominated the missions. And with Pidge, you were something else entirely: patient, curious, and always willing to engage her in whatever project or mystery she was working on. She couldn't help but be drawn to you.

That was how it started—a mutual curiosity that slowly morphed into something deeper. You spent hours together in her lab, quietly exchanging ideas, theories, or just talking about the little things. Your relationship developed in the shadows, unspoken but ever-present, and lately, it had become harder to ignore the way her heart raced when you entered the room.

Pidge sighed, staring at the half-finished code on her screen, her mind far too distracted to focus. She needed to clear her head.

She stood up from her desk, stretching out her stiff muscles. She decided to head to the observation deck—a quiet, serene place where she often went to think. The view of the stars helped her regain focus, and she hoped it would help tonight.

But as the door slid open and she stepped into the room, she froze.

You were already there.

You were sitting on the edge of the raised platform, your back to the entrance, gazing out at the stars. The soft glow of distant galaxies bathed your figure in pale light, and for a moment, Pidge was caught off guard by how calm and beautiful you looked, so at peace in this vast emptiness.

She thought about turning around, leaving before you noticed her, but it was too late. You turned your head, your eyes catching hers. A small smile spread across your face, making her stomach flip.

"Hey, Pidge," you said, your voice quiet, but warm. "Couldn't sleep either?"

Pidge swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady as she stepped further into the room. "Yeah. Too much on my mind, I guess."

You patted the space beside you, inviting her to sit, and after a moment of hesitation, she did. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the stars twinkling outside the windows, a quiet reminder of just how small you were in the grand scheme of things.

"So," you began, your voice cutting through the stillness, "what's on your mind?"

Pidge shifted slightly, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. She knew you well enough by now to know that you could sense when something was bothering her, and she didn't have the energy to deflect or brush it off like usual. But how could she possibly explain the whirlwind of emotions that had been building inside her without revealing too much?

"It's... complicated," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

You raised an eyebrow, your gaze soft but curious. "Complicated, huh? Try me."

Pidge took a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her jacket as she tried to find the right words. She had always been good at problem-solving, at untangling complex equations or decoding mysterious signals, but emotions—especially her own—were far more difficult to navigate.

"It's just... things have been different lately," she started, her voice tentative. "Between us."

Your expression didn't change, but you didn't look away either. "Different how?"

Pidge's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to form a coherent thought. She knew that once she said the words, there would be no going back. But she couldn't keep pretending that everything was the same as it had been before. Not when her feelings had grown into something she could no longer ignore.

"I've been feeling something," she admitted, her voice so quiet it was almost drowned out by the hum of the ship. "Something I didn't expect. And I don't know if you feel the same, but I just... I need to say it."

You were silent for a moment, and Pidge felt her anxiety rising, her palms sweating as she waited for your reaction. Had she completely misread things? Was this about to ruin everything?

But then, you reached out, your hand gently covering hers, and Pidge looked up, startled by the softness in your gaze.

"I've been feeling it too," you said quietly, your voice steady, but full of emotion. "For a while now."

Pidge's breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. All the uncertainty, the doubt, it all seemed to melt away in an instant as your words sank in. You felt the same.

"But I wasn't sure," you continued, your thumb gently tracing circles over the back of her hand. "I didn't want to make things awkward or complicate the mission. But the more time I spend with you, the harder it is to pretend that nothing's changed."

Pidge could hardly breathe. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her thoughts racing as she tried to process what was happening. She had spent so long convincing herself that her feelings for you were one-sided, that you only saw her as a friend, maybe even as a younger sister figure. But now, sitting here beneath the stars, with your hand holding hers and your voice full of quiet vulnerability, she realized how wrong she had been.

"You really mean that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, afraid that this moment might shatter if she spoke too loudly.

You nodded, your eyes never leaving hers. "I do. I care about you, Pidge. A lot more than I probably should. And I don't know where this is going, but I know I don't want to ignore it anymore."

Pidge felt a rush of warmth flood through her, and before she could stop herself, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a tentative, gentle kiss. It was soft, barely more than a whisper of a touch, but it sent a spark of electricity through her entire body.

You froze for a moment, as if caught off guard, but then you kissed her back, your hand coming up to cup her cheek, deepening the kiss. Pidge's heart soared as she melted into the warmth of you, the quiet intensity of the moment making everything else—the ship, the war, the galaxy—fall away.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads resting together, Pidge felt like she was floating. She had never felt anything like this before, this quiet certainty that whatever was happening between the two of you was right. Real.

"I'm glad you said something," you whispered, your breath warm against her lips. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

Pidge smiled, her heart full to bursting as she leaned into your touch, her hand resting lightly on your arm. "Me too."

The two of you sat there in the quiet of the observation deck, your bodies pressed together as the stars twinkled outside, a silent witness to the beginning of something new. You didn't need to say anything else. In that moment, everything was perfectly clear.

Whatever came next, whatever challenges the galaxy threw your way, you knew that you wouldn't face them alone. You had each other, and that was all that mattered.

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I've actually been on a. Roll tonight, some random motivation