PIDGE ONE SHOTS‼️

AN ALTEAN WALTZ

Rating: Romantic

Summary: Reader, once a royal guard of the Altean family, holds onto the traditions of her people despite the tragedy of their extinction. During a banquet celebrating Altean culture, she teaches Pidge an ancient Altean dance that brings them closer in unexpected ways.

The Castle of Lions was alive with energy, the air filled with soft, melodic tunes and the smell of Altean dishes that reminded you of a home long lost. Tonight was special—a celebration of Altean culture, a tradition that honored the anniversary of your people's emergence as a species. Though there were only a few of you left—Allura, Coran, and yourself—the spirit of the Altean people still lived on through nights like this.

You, once a proud royal guard of the Altean royal family, had always felt a deep connection to this celebration. It had been a night of joy and unity back then, filled with dancing, feasting, and stories passed down through generations. Now, though the crowds were much smaller, the meaning remained.

Allura had insisted that you join in, leaving behind your usual duties for the evening. She wanted you to take part in the festivities, not just as a former guard but as a friend, someone who had shared in the history and love of Altean traditions. So you found yourself in one of your old ceremonial outfits—flowing white and silver fabric, embroidered with elegant designs that shimmered under the lights.

The other members of the Voltron team had done their best to honor the Altean culture, dressing in tunics and robes that Allura and Coran had made for the occasion. They mingled and ate Altean dishes with curiosity and excitement, though it was obvious they were unfamiliar with the flavors. But the effort they put in warmed your heart.

Among them, your eyes found Pidge—always curious, always analyzing. She had been especially eager to learn more about Altean history and technology, and in the process, she had also learned more about you. The two of you had grown closer over the months, her sharp wit and unflinching curiosity drawing you in. There was something about her that made you feel more alive, more connected to the present, despite your past.

She stood near the edge of the room, awkwardly holding a plate of food as she tried to balance eating and taking mental notes of everything around her. It was endearing in a way that made you smile.

Before you could stop yourself, you made your way over to her.

"Enjoying the food?" you asked, your voice soft as you approached.

Pidge looked up, her brown eyes lighting up at the sight of you. She nodded, though it was clear she wasn't entirely sure what she was eating. "It's... interesting. Definitely different from Earth food. But I like it."

You chuckled softly, reaching out to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. "It takes some getting used to. Altean dishes are... unique."

Pidge smiled, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. "You look amazing, by the way," she said, her voice quieter, more sincere. "I don't think I've ever seen you in something like that."

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at her compliment, though you tried to brush it off with a light laugh. "This? It's just an old uniform."

"An old uniform that looks really good on you," Pidge countered, her grin widening. "You wear it well."

You shook your head, trying to hide your growing smile, but her words warmed you from the inside. There was something about the way Pidge saw you—like you were more than just a soldier, more than just a warrior from a long-lost world. She saw you.

The music in the background shifted, the soft, melodic notes changing into something more rhythmic, more traditional. It was an Altean waltz—one of the most cherished dances from your home planet. The sound of it made your heart ache with nostalgia.