Grey Paladin | Pidge x Reader (2018)

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Your POV

We received our Paladin armor, and our bayards. My armor was black and silver. My Bayard, which turns into a katana, was also black and silver.

We successfully formed Voltron.
The battle was exhausting, but once we get back to the castle we're greeted by food. Not Earth food. Some kind of green goo. It's not particularly good but I'm starving so......

After dinner, I decided to help Hunk and Coran clean up. I was was washing our dishes, and was almost done, when Pidge approached me.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn around, and see Pidge, with a look of emotion spread across her face.

"Hey [Y/N], can I talk to you?" She asks.

I internally panic.

"Yeah, sure. Let me finish up this last dish, then we can go to my room or something. Yours works too, if you want..." I ramble.

"Yours is fine." She replies. "Here, let me help you."

We finish up, and then walk to my assigned room. I sit down on my the bed, and motion for her to do the same. She sits down on the end of my bed.

"Ok. So. I've been wanting to tell you this for a while. I might sound crazy, and you probably won't believe me, but-" She starts to ramble. I interrupt.

"Let me ask you something first."

"Ok?" She replies.

"Oh, God. I'm going to sound like an idiot if I'm wrong, but I'm like.... a thousand percent sure I'm right, and I've known for a while..." I start.

"Go for it." She encourages me to ask my question. Here goes nothing.

"I know..." I mumble.

"You do-" She starts.

"Listen to me. You're Katie Holt. I know. I have for a while, but was afraid to ask." I say.

"Is is that obvious?" She laughs, through the sudden tears streaming down her face. I move over and hug her.

"Well I've known you most of my life, so...." I laugh. We pull away from the hug, and she looks at me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.

"I was scared to. I thought the Garrison would have information on Dad, Matt, and Shiro. And where the ship went. I had two plans. Plan A, failed. Plan A, was to sneak in after hours, and download the mission logs from Iverson's computer. That didn't work, I was caught and kicked out. So I made up a fake name, cut my hair, and went undercover as a boy, that way no one would recognize me. I had completely forgotten you'd got into the Garrison untill we met for the first simulation." She says, choking back tears.

She starts to cry. I hug her tightly, once again.

"We'll find them. I promise." I tell her.

"I just miss them so much! And I know I'll probably never see them again!" She cries.

I comfort her a while, and we decide to do something to take our minds off that. We take a self-guided tour around the castle. And get lost... Quite a bit. But we had fun, so that's all that matters. We start laughing, and telling jokes around the castle, it feels like old times. Like I have my best friend back. I DO have my best friend back, and it's the best feeling in the world.

I try to forget my feelings about her, but they're hard to ignore. I keep  internally yelling at myself.

"She doesn't like you like that!" I think to myself.

"You're just confused! You're just really great friends, and that's all you'll ever be!" I lie to myself.

After we get back from our "tour" I walk her to her room, and then return to mine, only to find Keith sitting on the end if my bed.

"Hey, I've been waiting for you. We need to talk." He says.

I walk over and sit on the end of my bed.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Look, [Y/N] I'm sorry about what happened. I really am. I'm sorry I hurt you! I'm sorry I left! I-  I was just-" He stutters.

I catch him off guard a bit by tackling him in a hug.

"I'm sorry too, I'm sorry." I cry.

He hugs back.

"No it's my fault. You were telling me the truth, and I got mad for no reason.  I was confused about how I was feeling about the situation, and did what I always do, I ran from my feelings. I acted irrational, and I hurt you. I'm sorry." Keith mumbles.

I pull away from the hug. Keith quickly wipes a tear from his cheek, as if trying to hide the fact that he's crying.

"I realized, that the truth is I feel the same way, you're like a sister to me. I was just scared to admit it, because for once, I was happy, I felt safe, loved, like I had a home. And I still did, but I got scared and bolted. I was scared that things would change." He says, starting to cry again.

"Keith," I begin. "You're still loved."

We hug again. It's been an emotional day.

Keith leaves to go to his room, and tells me to get some rest. I agree.

I change into my pajamas, and lay in my bed. I stare at the ceiling for a while before drifting off to sleep.

It feels as if a hundred pounds have been lifted off my shoulders.