a/n: sup guys, rookie here!
for this chap., i did a friendship rather than a ship, but it still involves wlw! i had a lot of fun writing this, so i hope you enjoy!
p.s, the girl named luki that i'm referring to in this chapter is the unilu girl from the space mall episode. vld fandom has dubbed her luki and i thought that was cute so i stuck with that. you might see vld-wlw-month calling her shila (i think?), so just know that luki and shila are the same girl.
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relationship: nyma and pidge (side luki x pidge)
summary: pidge comes to nyma to ask for advice for her first date with luki.
*DAY 2: OF FIRST DATES AND PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES*
Nyma is by no means supposed to be a role model. She knows she's not the exemplary human being that people should be looking up to, and she's cool with that. She steals, she lies, she manipulates. It's for their own benefit; she's shit at setting an example.
So it's kind of troubling when Pidge comes to her for advice.
"Not really advice," says Pidge, pushing her glasses up her nose with one finger. "More like ideas on what to do."
"So basically advice." Nyma drawls.
Pidge gives her an impish grin. "Will you help me?"
Nyma doesn't even give it a second thought. "Not a chance, kid."
"Oh come on, Nyma!"
"Beat it, kid." says Nyma, not even bothering to give her a glance.
"I thought you were supposed to be an expert on this sort of stuff!" Pidge bursts out.
This piques Nyma's interest. She looks at her, eyebrow raised. "What makes you say I'm an expert?"
Pidge gestures vaguely with her hands, like that explains everything.
"You're going to have to be more specific."
Pidge lets out a frustrated groan. "You're always flirting with girls. You know what they like. I bet all of your first dates went great."
Nyma leans down from her seat so she's level with Pidge who is sitting criss cross applesauce on the ground. "Hey, kid, you wanna know a secret?"
She shrugs.
"Just because I have a girlfriend," says Nyma, "doesn't mean I know how I got one."
She learns back into her chair, grinning smugly while Pidge rolls her eyes.
"Look kid, I don't know why you can't bug Allura or Shay, or hell, even Lance, with your first date with Suki-"
"Luki." corrects Pidge.
Nyma waves her hand. "Luki. The point is, I'm not really the girl you'd come to for ideas on what to do for a first date with a girl you like."
"But you are." insists Pidge. "You wanna know why I came to you? It's because you remind me of Luki the most. You would know what she would like to do on a first date.'
Nyma simply scoffs. "That girl must be trouble if she reminds you of me."
"She is." says Pidge, lips curling up in a small smile. "But that's beside the point. Will you help me?"
A small twinge of regret springs up in Nyma's chest when she sees the hopeful glint in Pidge's eyes. "Fine." she says with a sigh. "But you owe me."
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When Rolo and Nyma and the rest of the rebel alliance had teamed up with Team Voltron and started to occupy their same castle, Nyma imagined that they would constantly be plotting, planning, and fighting while living in mutual distrust of each other. It never occurred to her that she would be sprawled out on the floor of the communal area, helping fifteen year old girls plan their first date with a mall kiosk girl.
Pidge is currently munching on something that are called 'peanut butter cookies' - something Pidge claims to be the best thing to have ever been invented on Earth. Nyma doubts it, but she doesn't tell Pidge that. Instead, she scrawls out 'PIDGE'S FIRST DATE' on top of the paper between the two of them.
She finishes dotting the e and looks to Pidge. "Look good?"
Pidge gives her a look. "I have no idea what that says."
"Ah right, you're an alien. Forgot about that." Nyma clicks her tongue. "Don't worry, I'll translate."
Pidge mutters something under her breath that suspiciously sounds like, 'You're the alien.' but Nyma doesn't push.
"Okay, you got any ideas, squirt?"
Pidge shrugs and chomps on another cookie, crumbs coating on her chin. "I didn't have much. Maybe something to do with the space mall?"
"Absolutely not!"exclaims Nyma, slamming her hand down on the floor and startling Pidge. "That is a terrible idea!"
"May I ask why?"
"You said you were going with Luki? Girl who scowls all the time when you mention the kiosk? Yeah, she hates her job. She's not gonna want to go back to the mall for a date." states Nyma.
Pidge's look of shock melts into one of smugness. "I told you that you could help me. Now I won't be taking Luki to the worst date place, thanks to your sage wisdom."
"The worst date place is actually the trenches of the Skivilkian swamps." Nyma informs her. "But yes, I suppose I am good at this."
Pidge props her chin on her knuckles and looks at her with rapt attention. "So if not the mall, where would be the perfect date place?"
Nyma thinks about the question. What would be the perfect date place? Pidge had said that Luki reminded her of Nyma, so she tried imagining herself. "Do you and Luki still like video games?"
She lifts her head and beams. "Oh yeah! She and I have been trying to defeat each other's high score in Mercu-"
"And as interesting as that sounds," interrupts Nyma, "I think I just figured out what your perfect date place is."
This breaks Pidge from her ramble. "What is it?" she demands.
Nyma grins and writes down something on the paper, before tearing a portion and handing it to Pidge.
Pidge stares at the slip of paper. "I haven't learned to read alien in the last five minutes that we've been here."
Nyma huffs. "Oh, just give that to me. It says the arcade!"
Pidge frowns. "The arcade?"
"The arcade! There's one in the Levantan Galaxy that has the best simulators and games, plus an excellent food place next door." Nyma sits up, the satisfaction of a job well done welling in her stomach. "You're welcome, kid."
"The arcade." Pidge considers it and grins. "That does sound pretty neat. I think Luki will likely that."
"Oh, she'll love it." says Nyma. "Trust me."
Pidge bites into her last cookie, a loud crunch echoing around the room. "So, is that it?"
Nyma gives Pidge a once over, from her hair that's a mess of knots and curls and her creased clothing. "Not quite yet, kid.
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If anyone had asked Nyma why she had volunteered to help Pidge get ready in appearances for her first date, she would have denied that she had any such thing. But really? Nyma had seen the spark in Pidge's eyes when they were planning the itinerary for the date. It had reminded her of how Pidge, brave paladin and defender of the universe, was so young and how Nyma's own youth was destroyed by Zarkon's raging war. She didn't want it to claim another innocent childhood, not when she could do something about it.
"I don't want to look too glammed up." rambles Pidge in the chair she's sitting in. "But maybe a little glam would be nice. But not too much. It maybe I should have the full glam. Nyma, is there even a thing called the full glam?"
An easy laugh escapes from Nyma, surprising her. She quickly covers it up with a quick cough and turns her back on Pidge, pretending to look through the drawer for something.
"Quit rambling, kid." she calls out.
Pidge takes in a deep breath, hopefully calming her frazzled nerves. "Sorry." she says. "It's just that I really want this night to go well. I really do like Luki."
Nyma twists her head to look at Pidge. Right now, she looks small and vulnerable, curled up in that chair. "Hey," she says in the calmest voice she can muster. "Luki really likes you too. That's why she's going on a date with you tonight. And I don't think she'll care about how much glam you are sporting tonight, because she likes you."
Pidge offers her a small smile. "You give a surprisingly good pep talk, Nyma."
"I do give good pep talks." Nyma agrees.
A small silence stretches between the two of them. Pidge offers her a tiny smile. ". . . So, only a little glam?"
She shakes her head to herself. "Sure. A little glam."
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Nyma has to admit, she does a good makeover.
Pidge's hair has been smoothed down a little with a little cute headband Nyma had found in the back of her drawer. She's wearing a sparkling flowy shirt with some shorts. Nyma pops Pidge's glasses on her face, rubbing the lenses a little with a cloth.
Pidge flashes her a small smile. "So, how do I look?"
Nyma winks at her. "Go get 'em, tiger."
before you come at me and say that pidge wouldn't want to 'glam up', i think she would considering that she used to wear dresses and headbands and didn't want to cut her hair for her disguise, so i don't think it would be too ooc if she did want to 'glam up'
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