A/N: I was super excited to write this! I've finally gotten back into Voltron and totally fell in love with this ship! I hope everyone enjoys this, I may even add more chapters.
As always, I do not own Voltron or any of its characters, however if you like this story enough, please feel free to favorite, share, and review! Please enjoy!
It was a dark night in the Castle of Lions, the castle having landed down on the planet of Quaid in hopes of replenishing some supplies. The supply run was a success, however the limited light from the moon and the highly intense downpour of rain in tandem with the incredibly loud claps of thunder and high velocity winds, Princess Allura decided it be best to wait out the storms. However, forgetting that night lasts nearly four times longer than what they were used to, they seemed to be stuck. The storms had lasted nearly five quintaints already.
Everyone in the castle was fast asleep. But with a particularly loud clap of thunder that very faintly shook the castle, the green paladin was startled awake. Pidge's breathing was heavy, frantically feeling around for her bedside light. Drenched in more sweat than usual, she closed her eyes, burying her face into her hands and taking deep, slow breaths to calm herself down. Her face was wet, not from the sweat but from tears. Had she been crying in her sleep again? It must have been the dream again. Having it in her head once more, Pidge sobbed, wiping her eyes and face using the hem of her small black sleep shirt. She breathed steady again, curling her fingers into the soft cotton of her sleep shorts and closing her eyes, feeling the light air from her bedside fan. The planet itself was pretty humid, not to mention Pidge tends to sweat when she sleeps, so using a fan and sleeping in what were essentially summer sleepwear seemed to help her. Just when she was seeming to calm down, another loud clap of thunder sounded with a bright flash of lightning right next to Pidge's window. With a frantic scream, Pidge fell off her bed with a loud thud, the heavy breathing beginning once again.
Pidge let out another yell when she heard a banging coming from outside her door. What could that be? She calmed down a little bit when she heard a familiar voice.
"Pidge?" she heard Lance's voice from beyond her door. "Pidge, are you okay?"
Pidge got up from the floor, almost running towards her door, pushing the button and letting the door open with a whoosh, Lance suddenly in front of her. "Lance!" she said, her voice trembling. Pidge was small, Lance knew that. He'd never seen her look as small as she was at that moment. She was standing a little hunched over, her arms hugging her shoulders. He rarely saw her in her sleep clothes. He could see hundreds of her little freckles peeking out on her arms and legs, inwardly smirking at the fact that they're not just on her face. Those thoughts were shut down however when he looked into her hazel eyes. Her eyebrows were heavily knitted, and he noticed what looked like fresh tear trails on her cheeks. Had she been crying?
"Pidge, are you okay?" the Cuban boy asked again, stepping forward into her room, the door whooshing shut behind him. Pidge took a step back from him. Ever the cautious one, Pidge. "I heard you scream, more than once. Are you okay, what happened?"
Pidge didn't want to worry him, plus it was embarrassing having woke someone up like that. "I'm f-fine.. I just, uh.. I fell out of bed, that's all," Pidge lied. Lance squeezed his lips together. He could tell when Pidge was lying . Despite having disguised herself as a boy for nearly a year, Pidge had a couple of distinct signs at when she was lying. Like right at that moment, she refused to look at him. Second, she was rubbing the fabric of her sleep shirt between her fingers. Lanced sighed.
"Pidge, why don't you just tell me? I've known you long enough to tell when you're lying to me."
Pidge looked up at him, his blue eyes not leaving her, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. She let out a shaky breath. "Look, I told you, I'm-" Suddenly another loud clap of thunder roared, a yelp escaping Pidge's throat and involuntarily throwing herself at Lance. Her fingers squeezed the fabric of his soft sleep shirt, her face buried in his chest and her eyes squeezed shut. Feeling her heavy breathing and shaking body, Lance looked down at this small, whimpering girl and realized something.
"Pidge..." he said, grasping her small shoulders in his large hands. "Are you... afraid of thunder?"
Pidge's eyes split open. Great, now he's gonna make fun of her. She peered up only to see the face of a concerned Lance looking down on her. She decided to lie again.
"What? No, of-of course I'm not-" with yet another clap of thunder, Pidge's face was once again buried in Lance's shirt, her arms tight around his torso. Lance was no longer amused. He felt this small person trembling in his arms, and he realized that Pidge was genuinely scared. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, setting his cheek atop the crown of her head and giving her a tight squeeze. Lance had a big, tight-knit family. He knew exactly how effective hugs could be.
Flutters flew throughout Pidge's stomach. The feeling of being squeezed by somebody so warm and nice... she instantly started to calm down. Her eyebrows knitted together. It wasn't just the storm that was bothering her. The horribly vivid dream she had, of finally finding her brother and her father, only to be cut down by Zarkon himself kept flashing before her closed eyes. She let out a shaky breath and pushed away from Lance's warm embrace. She looked up at him sheepishly, embarrassed at her frightened display.
"Um..." she fiddled with her hands, trying to find the words for what Lance did. She already felt bad enough that she actually woke someone up with her screams. "Thank you, Lance... I, um.."
"Heh, it's no problem, Pidge," Lance said sincerely. "You're a member of my team, but... more than that, you're a dear friend of mine. I couldn't sleep soundly knowing that you couldn't."
Pidge smiled. She was happy to hear that Lance thought so fondly of her. He may be a flirty person, but he's more thoughtful than Pidge realized. And she didn't know why she hadn't seen it until now. Lance was incredibly selfless. He always worried about teammates, always looking out for their wellbeing. She remembered how he helped her find enough gac to buy that vintage game system, all the while he could have been hanging around that mall, flirting with alien girls. He even popped out of a coma to save them once.
Lance half smiled as he backed up toward the door. "So, you're okay then, right?" he asked, finger gunning towards her in that Lance fashion of his. Pidge giggled, wiping her face of nearly dried tear trails.
"I'll be fine," Pidge said, holding up an okay sign.
With a smile and one final look back, Lance retreated out the door. Pidge sighed, still embarrassed at the whole ordeal. He helped calm her down though, at least. So much so that he made her forget... about... the storm...?
Suddenly the loudest crack of thunder she'd heard that night sounded. Pidge let out a shriek, crouching down to the floor with her hands over her ears. Nearly breathing through her teeth, Pidge busied herself desperately trying to calm herself down, she didn't even hear the door open, suddenly feeling herself being picked up. She opened her eyes to see Lance, pushing a button next to her window, muttering 'first of all, let's fix this' under his breath before heading over to her bed. Gently setting her down on her bed, Lance carefully climbed in next to her, pulling her to his chest, his thighs colliding with her knees.
A bewildered Pidge peered up at Lance, nearly at a loss for words. "Lance, wh-what are you-"
"Shhh," he said softly. "Just close your eyes, and try to get some sleep."
Pidge opened her mouth to speak, but simply nodded her head and closed her eyes. Lance was warm. Not like an uncomfortable heat but a pleasant warm... a closeness. Feeling him breath in and out was both comforting and alarming... she felt his hand move to the small of her back and she shuddered, letting out small, shaky breaths. By no means was it a bad feeling, it wasn't a bad nervousness she was feeling, but... Pidge just didn't know how to explain it.
Thunder cracked once more, and although it was slightly muffled by the now sealed window, Pidge still let out a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut. Lance pulled her somewhat closer, her head resting against his sternum. She tried to calm her labored breathing.
"I'm... I-I'm sorry, Lance," Pidge whispered, making sure it wasn't coming out in a sob. Curling her hands into the soft cotton of his sleep shirt, she couldn't help but think of the dream she had again. She let out a shaky sigh.
"Is it just the thunder that's bothering you tonight, or...?" Lance asked softly. Damn, he could see right through her. Pidge sighed again.
"I just... have been having the same dream... sometimes for several nights in a row... I finally find Matt and my father.. only for them to be immediately cut down by Zarkon himself. I see Matt's vacant... dead eyes staring back at me," Pidge breathed shakily, "and that's when I wake up."
Lance was still throughout the story. So still Pidge thought he had fallen asleep for a moment. Suddenly Pidge felt him squeeze her into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Pidge..." he murmured sleepily into her hair.
"Th-thanks..." she said quietly, closing her eyes again. They both settled into a comfortable silence, Pidge's fan whirring in the background.
"You just use a table fan?" Lance said quietly. "Why don't you use the air conditioning?"
"Oh, um..." Pidge stammered. "I like to feel the air close to my face when I sleep... I like the sound of it, too, I guess, and..." Pidge stopped short a moment, and continued on quietly, "I... I like using things from Earth..."
Lance faintly rubbed her shoulder. "Makes sense... I completely understand that."
Pidge nodded, softly nudging her head against his sternum. Save for a few more cracks of thunder, Pidge fell into a steady rhythm of breathing. Hearing Lance breathe and feeling him breathe, hearing his heartbeat, feeling his hands, heavy on her shoulder, touching at the small of her back... feeling the pleasant warmth radiating off of him, the softness of his sleep shirt, everything just felt so... nice.
Eventually Pidge's consciousness faded, paying no mind to the slightly quieter albeit crackling sky, and finally letting a deep sleep take over her.
A/N: I had a super fun time writing this! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing about my two favorite characters of Voltron! I may even feature a couple more chapters, so if you guys liked this enough, drop a review! And thank you so much!
