PIDGE ONE SHOTS‼️

HARD

Rating: Romantic

The Castle of Lions was quiet tonight, a rare moment of peace after what felt like an eternity of battle. You found yourself in the observation deck, the stars beyond the glass glittering like a thousand distant flames. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful, and that gave you time to think—a dangerous thing, considering your mixed heritage and the weight it often placed on your shoulders.

Being half Galra and half Altean wasn't easy. There were expectations from both sides—strength, cunning, resilience from the Galra, wisdom, grace, and power from the Alteans. You were a unique mix of both cultures, caught between worlds in a way no one could truly understand.

Well, almost no one.

There was one person who'd never treated you like you didn't belong, who didn't seem phased by your unique appearance—your lavender-toned skin, Galra ears, and Altean markings. And that person was Pidge.

Her curiosity about you had started out scientific, as expected. You were different, after all. But somewhere along the line, things had shifted. The conversations became less about your hybrid DNA and more about you—the things you loved, the things that made you laugh, and the quiet moments you rarely shared with anyone else. Somehow, she had wormed her way past your defenses without even trying, and now you found yourself thinking about her more than you should.

As if on cue, you heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching, pulling you from your thoughts. You didn't have to turn around to know who it was. That light tread, the almost unnoticeable hum that accompanied Pidge wherever she went, told you all you needed to know.

"Can't sleep?" she asked, her voice gentle as she moved to stand beside you, her eyes reflecting the stars outside.

You smiled slightly, glancing at her. "You know me. Too much on my mind."

Pidge leaned against the railing, crossing her arms. "You always have a lot on your mind."

"Like you don't?" you shot back, smirking.

Pidge chuckled. "Fair enough." She paused for a moment, studying you out of the corner of her eye. "What's on your mind tonight?"

You sighed, not really wanting to delve too deeply into the tangled mess of your emotions, but with Pidge, you always found it hard to stay closed off. She had a way of drawing the truth out of you, even when you didn't want to face it yourself.

"Just... the usual," you said after a moment. "Who I am, where I fit in all of this. The war. My place in it."

Pidge frowned slightly, her brows knitting together in that thoughtful way she always did when she was trying to figure something out. "I think you fit in just fine."

You smiled softly at her words, though it didn't quite reach your eyes. "Thanks, Pidge. But it's complicated. Sometimes I feel like I don't belong anywhere—not with the Galra, not with the Alteans. And even here, with Voltron... I don't know."

Pidge was quiet for a moment, her gaze still focused on the stars. When she spoke again, her voice was softer, more serious. "You belong with us. With Voltron. We all need you."

You blinked, surprised by the sincerity in her voice. Pidge wasn't one to get emotional easily, which made her words hit even harder. "You really think that?"

"I don't just think it. I know it," Pidge replied, her eyes finally meeting yours. "You're stronger than you realize. And yeah, maybe you don't fit perfectly into one category, but that's not a bad thing. It makes you... well, you."

Your heart fluttered at her words, and you could feel a warmth spreading in your chest that had nothing to do with the stars outside. You had always known Pidge was smart—brilliant, really—but there was so much more to her than just intelligence. There was a depth of understanding there, something that made you feel seen in a way you hadn't expected.

"I don't know what to say," you admitted, your voice quieter now.

"You don't have to say anything," Pidge said, her voice just as soft. She hesitated for a moment, then added, "I just want you to know that you're important to me. Not just because of what you can do, but because of who you are."

Her words hung in the air between you, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. There was something more here, something unspoken but heavy with meaning. You'd felt this tension before, but it had always been easy to push aside, to ignore.

Now, though? Now it felt impossible to deny.

You turned fully to face her, your heart pounding in your chest. "Pidge, I..."

She looked up at you, her eyes wide and searching, as if waiting for you to say what was on your mind. But she didn't rush you. She never did.

"I think about you a lot," you finally admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "More than I should."

Pidge blinked, her expression shifting from curiosity to something softer, something more vulnerable. "I... think about you too," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The air between you crackled with tension, and for a moment, neither of you moved. Then, slowly, you reached out, your hand gently brushing against hers. Pidge didn't pull away. Instead, she intertwined her fingers with yours, her grip tentative but warm.

"I didn't think you felt the same," you whispered, your eyes locked on hers.

Pidge smiled, a small but genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. "I guess we were both wrong."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that, the tension in your chest easing just slightly. But the moment was far from over. You took a small step closer, your eyes flicking to her lips, then back to her eyes, searching for any sign that this wasn't okay.

But Pidge didn't move away. If anything, she leaned in a little closer, her breath mingling with yours in the quiet space between you.

And then, without overthinking it, you closed the distance, your lips brushing softly against hers in a gentle, tentative kiss. It was slow at first, almost hesitant, as if you were both testing the waters. But when Pidge's hand moved to rest on your arm, pulling you just a little closer, the kiss deepened, and all the uncertainty melted away.

Pidge's lips were warm and soft, and the way she responded to you—tentative but eager—made your heart race. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss just slightly, and she responded with a soft sigh that sent a shiver down your spine.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. Pidge's cheeks were flushed, and her glasses had slipped slightly down her nose, but she was smiling—really smiling—and that made everything feel perfect.

"I've wanted to do that for a while," you admitted, your voice soft.

Pidge laughed quietly, a sound that made your chest tighten in the best way. "Yeah... me too."

You stayed like that for a moment longer, the stars shining brightly outside, the quiet hum of the Castle surrounding you. It was peaceful, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you belonged—not just with Voltron, but with Pidge.

And that, more than anything else, made you feel whole.

End