Voltron oneshots

Pidge

Y/N was always risking it all.
Pidge had grown to love that about then, in card games and drunken escapades.
In battle? They fucking hated it.
Sure, when they were teenagers, it was fine. Almost fun. They'd come out of battle bursting with adrenaline, having taken the fate of the universe into their own hands and cheated Death all in one go.
But now there was more on the line than just their lives, as unthinkable as that had been only five years ago. Now they were laying awake at night, building castles in the sky and filling them with scary things like roadtrips and destination weddings and kids, even.
Y/N had said, once, "If we make it out of this alive, I'm going to kiss you."
Now Pidge said, "When we make it out of this alive, I'm going to marry you."
Those were Y/N's cards, ones they had starting holding very close to Pidge's chest. But Y/N always had to put everything, their future, on the table. And it made
Y/N really. Fucking. Angry.
Those thoughts were ricocheting around their head as they stormed into Y/N's Lion port. Pidge called out, their voice catching in the rawness of their throat. Y/N popped out just in time for Pidge to barrel into them, pushing hard against Y/N's chest plate.
"What the hell was that?"
Y/N, at least, wasn't trying to play innocent. Their brows knit, dark eyes flashing. "I did what I had to. I won."
Pidge threw their hands up. "Well congratulations, Y/N! All hail Y/N L/N, the paladin of Voltron! I'm so glad that you were there to save us all from the evil monster."
"Pidge-"
"When are you going to get past this, Y/N? We're a team," Pidge hissed, hot anger still pulsing in their veins. "You only think of yourself, like you don't even care about the rest of us. What would have happened to you if the rest of us didn't take out those fighter jets? Did you even think of that? How would we have formed Voltron, without you? Who- who would go to Plaxarus with me, huh? Or, the solar plains, on Vortna-" Pidge's voice cracked. Suddenly their anger was gone and everything stung.
Y/N's breath hitched, their defensive posture melting away. "Pidge, I'm so sorry-" It was amazing how quickly the post-battle adrenaline faded these days. They clasped Pidge's hand, tightly. "I- I didn't mean to put the team at risk."
Their eyes met. The team. Pidge grabbed them by the collar, closing their eyes and pulling. Y/N's lips tasted like salt. Pidge buried their hand in Y/N's hair, desperate to make Y/N feel all the wild fear and relief and love they felt. They had felt Y/N tense, and then in a long exhale of breath they fell into their kiss, apologetic.
They stumbled backward, breathless, until Y/N's back hit the wall. Pidge was determined to memorize everything about that moment. The feeling of
Y/N's hands anchoring themselves around the back of their neck. Something wet rolling down their cheek.
It was awhile before Pidge could tear their lips from
Y/N's. They leaned down to kiss Y/N's jaw, their neck, nuzzling against their shoulder. Their voice was muffled, "Sometimes I hate you."
Y/N's chuckle vibrated against their chest. They had reached down to pull Pidge's chin up, drawing them into another slow kiss. They murmured, "Do you really want to say something like that right now? I almost died today, y'know-"
Pidge blinked, staring incredulously into Y/N's eyes, only a few inches away. The cry reverberated in the cavernous room, carrying its echo through the Castle in what would be striking difference to the days of fuming silence to come-
"Y/N- !"