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Chapter One

Warnings: language, she/her pronouns for Pidge, some gay stuff.
If you're not cool with that, then this story isn't for you. Now, let's get on, shall we?

Edited by: yaoiisloveyaoiislfye

Self declared sharpshooter and ladies' man, Lance thinks he's obviously the best on team Voltron. Well, next to mullet-freak, Keith. Keith manages to top Lance in everything. Training, piloting, bonding, intuition, resilience, impulse, he even got to hold Allura in his arms! Lance hates it all. Or, more specifically, Keith. Keith has a nasty attitude, always making snide remarks every chance he gets. He's one to talk, especially with that terrible mullet. Mullets are so, what, 70s? 80s? Still, he pulls it off. With the worst attitude, grossest mullet, he still manages to be the hottest one on the team. Have you seen him in a ponytail? Holy fuck. Lance had known he was bisexual since he was in the Garrison, but had mainly flirted with girls. Him being attracted to Keith was a new feeling, and he didn't like it. Because of this, Lance has a plan. (pan with a plan get it haha I'll leave now)

Lance was in his room lying in his bed. He wanted to sleep, but he was restless. He tossed and turned, adjusted the sheets over and over again, and changed his position countless times. He got up with a sigh, and decided that with no better use of his time, he should mess around and annoy Keith. Then, an idea hit him in the back of his mind abruptly. Keith is sexy, and hot, but he has a bad temper and attitude. What if I taught him a lesson? You know, to show him who's better, which is undeniably me. I mean, come on. Seriously.

Walking out of his room, he had a shit-eating grin on his face as he walked into the dining room. Pidge looked up at him with an exasperated look on her face as she worked on assembling a drone.

"Oh god, you're gonna fuck something up, aren't you?" Pidge rubbed her temples and let out a soft chuckle. "As long as you don't get me wrapped in this, I won't tell Shiro. Deal?"

Lance had a pleading look on his face. "Come on, Pidge, I need your help for this. I'll owe ya one?"

She stopped working on her drone to look at Lance. With an amused look on her face, she said, "Fine, but I'm not making any promises not to sell out if it saves my ass. What do I need to do?"

Lance contemplated his plan. He hadn't really thought this through much. "Well, how about tomorrow when Keith is training at the usual time, turn the security cameras off. Then, you need to keep the Hunk, Shiro, Coran, and Allura out of my way."

Pidge muttered a quick, "Yeah, whatever."

Moving on, Lance left the dining room, and he felt giddy. Giddy to show Keith a lesson, that is. He wasn't sure if he was any less restless from before, or if he had the need to sleep at all.

This is going to be great. You better watch your back Keith, 'cause Lance is getting revenge, and revenge is a dish best served cold. Much like space goo.

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Question: This is a little short, should it be longer next time? You decide!

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