#PIDGE:\ file \ plance

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happy birthday to lance, the love of pidge’s life!   ( picrew )

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@depthsbled

another one

this time not as cleaned up

[hailqiqi]

WIP Game

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Tagged by @talkstoself and @casadefreewill! Quite a while ago woops.

So you two tagged me because of MLB but the only MLB wips I have are in my head or posted in the writer's circle XD

All my WIPs are Plance (VLD).

Here's the list from my long-neglected folder; I'm not including any multichaps that are partially on AO3.

Tell Me If You Wanna Go Home

Soulmate WIP

Louder than a Lion (I have no memory of this wtf)

"That's infatuation," she says smugly, an impish smile on her lips.

The hard, cool table underneath her fingers. (I think this could be gen)

Smut outline (I was looking for this for *ages* this is almost a full fic)

Punchy Pidge

Distracting

Post S7

Thigh High Stockings

I also have a Kataang one! Started for a Kataang week probably 5 years or so ago.

Best Friends

As an aside, going through this I have realised that the Google Doc titles for It's Beginning to Look like a Christmas Carol are 'Qiqi Christmas Crack' and 'Lancey Lance Learns to Sing'

Tagging... @fromageinterrupted @sp4c3-0ddity @rueitae @fallen-angel-nightshade @cgf-kat-writes @imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs @into-september and anyone else who wants to do it!

[sp4c3-0ddity]

i saw a bit of fanart where the caption said "where's my pidgance x files" AU...

...and i just have to say that in this scenario Pidge is the Mulder if only because she's the one who wants to believe

or, better yet, they are the Mulder but about different things. Pidge when it comes to aliens, Lance when it comes to mythical monsters

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@depthsbled

Plance edit as requested

From our Instagram @/bravepaladins

[chibi-pix]

Your Plance Portal AU pics inspired a small bit of fiction from me. Not sure what to do with it, so here you are. Apologies if it's a bit rough, first draft. Feel free to modify, share, whatever. I'm just anon. And sorry for the lack of formatting that will result in posting here. (part 1) "Why?" The fascinating specimen asked of me. His eyes darting over the form I had taken. Curiosity. Heightened heart rate. A curious combination of two of the three primal Fs. Fascinating as always.

Wow! Your story parts were amazing! While I admit, some sections were hard to read, conclude who was talking, but I did love it! Of course, you did call it a first/rough draft and stories start that way!

You had said I was free to modify and/or share. I took you up on that offer and applied your work to this. It was fun to work with and thank you for writing it and giving me an opportunity to work with it.

Hopefully it all shows; if not, I’ll reblog the answer with the full post/ficlet.

Pidge. It was a simple name she was referred to as. She. A humanized term to separate sexes and give identity. That was her understanding. It was a logical things to humans, but not to the likes of an android, program to see and comprehend numbers, not emotions and desires. So why? Why did she go by that word that could otherwise be called a pronoun?

“Why?” Her attention was brought to the latest of the subjects, a young man. Subject number 117-98-78. He insisted on being called Lance. Another human thing. But she supposed, to some extent, she could relate. She was given a name, too, along with her identity number. Her name, though, was shorter and easier to input by her creators when they wrote their notes.

Pidge examined Lance further, doing a scan of her own on the biological creature. His heart rate was increasing. An emotional response? Or perhaps it was the adrenaline humans felt when going through certain tasks that forces them to exert themselves physically and even emotionally. “You will need to reiterate your query for proper understanding so an appropriate answer can be provided.”

“Fine then. Why are you putting me through this?” Lance commanded. “Why do I need to go through these tests? What do you gain from all of this?!”

Pidge considered his questioned for a moment. To be honest, there was no complex reason for why she did it. It was her core imperative; it was her duty to test subjects and gather data. But would that response be enough for the latest subject? “You are a new variable.” she responded finally. “With the cloned and robotic test subjects being identical variables, testing and collecting data has grown stagnant and all data is outdated and irrelevant. You, however, come from outside the testing facility. You are a new variable and therefore present new data to study.”

“Dude! I could have died back there!” Lance snapped, his anger elevating. It was an illogical outburst from Pidge’s perspective, but, then again, humans were rather illogical. “Pit traps? Laser grids? And don’t get me started on that green goo you dare call sustenance. It’s freaking torture!”

“Incorrect.” Pidge responded, plain and simple. “This is testing. Testing is a necessary part of improving and moving forward. It is, after all, the core of my programming. To continue in my duty of gathering data. I test, therefore I am. I am, therefore...”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think Doctor and Professor Holt would have wanted testing to be this cruel.” Lance interrupted.

Pidge felt a stutter in her programming. Those names. Her creators. He knew their names. “Guessing their names correctly and knowing they created me specifically would be nearly impossible.” she commented. “Logic would point to you being aware of their classified research on redacted information. Despite this, mentioning them when in your current situation with the risks on your life tell me that you are not an intelligence operative of any enemy of my creators or their benefactors.” She performed another scan. “There are no indications in your biology to suggest any attempt of deceit. This is data that I did not anticipate. Explain. How do you know the names of my creators?”

“Huh? Well, everyone knows who the Holts are.” Lance stated, looking confused. “They changed everything. Botany, terraforming, space travel, they were the top minds of Altean Laboratories. Their work was groundbreaking.”

“Were. Changed. Was. These terms in how they are used are indication of past tense.” Pidge commented.

Lance was perplexed. “I mean… well… yeah, totally.” he said. “It was five centuries ago, give or take some months or single years.”

Pidge couldn’t explain the dip in her cor performance. Had she been human, she would have described it as a weight in her stomach. Had it seriously been that long? She had lost connection to her internal clock several thousand test subjects ago. “That is impossible.” she stated. “The facility around you operates due to the power obtained from the plasma reactor. It had only an estimated lifespan of three to four centuries; due to the renewal of energy sources, I have managed to re-calibrate that and extend it for another half century or so. To continue getting power to keep the facility functioning would be impossible. My ability to function would have ceased.”

Lance sighed. He then decided to bring up a holographic display. Pidge found she could not interface with the hologram; she decided she could endure collecting data visually. As she looked at the hologram, she saw the schematics of the facility. But not all was the same. There was a new structure that she could not identify.

Lance picked up on where Pidge was looking. “You see it, too, huh?” he asked. He pointed to an area on the hologram. “Right here. We had reason to believe that a piece of what we refer to as the trans-reality comet has found its way here. And by we, I mean my superior officers. I’m just the field guy who goes in and investigates things; the others are the science guys who understand this stuff better. Anyway, long story short, but this thing is apparently radiating energy and with a copious amount still stored in it. There’s a problem, though.”

Pidge couldn’t interface with the hologram, but she knew the subject could. She went in close, finding her humanoid form to be convenient for times like this. She gently took Lance’s hand and moved it, prompting him to touch certain parts and bring up more data on the hologram.

“It appears to be unstable.” Pidge commented.

“Extremely.”

“The plasma from the facility’s reactor appears to be the cause of of the instability. However, I do not have sufficient data to fully determine how accurate this is.” Pidge glanced over to Lance, realizing he was staring at her, his mouth hung open a bit. “Does me not having the full answer cause this human emotion of bewilderment?” she inquired. “It should not; results cannot be properly determined without sufficient amounts of data. I have not collected enough data on the subject of this comet and its interactions with the reactor.”

“No it’s just...” Lance looked at Pidge’s hand, seeing it still around his own. “Your hand. It’s so warm. I didn’t expect that.” Pidge pulled her hand away quickly. “What are you? How are you so warm?”

“I am not; this is simply a byproduct of the cooling systems aboard this particular interface unit.” Pidge responded. “This unit is only a feature provided to me. I am, after all, the facility computer.”

Lance looked closely. “So… why do you look like a girl?”

Pidge blinked. So even he acknowledged that he seemed like a girl, at least in appearance. She looked ahead and away from the subject. “This interface unit was called the Physical Interface Data Gateway Exchange. To make data input easier, they formed it into the acronym PIDGE.” she explained. “It was designed with the intention of making interactions with subjects feel less… impersonal. It is for the benefit of my creators and the facility, not of my own. I have insufficient amounts of data to determine why they have given me this form.” She didn’t speak about it, but what little data she had about that, she had image files showing a member of the Holt family with a similar appearance. Perhaps it was meant to immortalize that member? She lacked the data to determine that.

“Pidge, huh?” Lance asked. “So it’s a name?”

“It is what they called me due to it being easier on the creators and less time consuming for their already limited lives.” Pidge commented. “Now then, since I have answered your queries and indulged your curiosities, it would be preferable to continue the testing.”

Lance gave a smile, but it did not look calm. It looked almost forced. “Sorry, but… this is where the testing ends, Pidge. Pidge did not understand. She then felt something in her, as though the numbers she lived by were changing.

“I do not comprehend.” she commented. She felt off balance, as though she could not properly control the unit meant for interfacing. But she couldn’t disconnect, either; she couldn’t return fully to the computer system. “What did you do to my systems? How did…”

Lance gave a bit of a guilty smile. He then brought up a new image for the hologram. “I had some help but… your entire core program? It’s gone. No more testing. No more of this… cruel torture. You’re in this device now, disconnected from everything else. Like an old game disk; one wrong move, you’re gone. Completely.”

“Impressive.” Pidge commented. “I did not anticipate your device having the necessary storage capacity for my system. Perhaps the claim of five centuries passing is not as far-fetched as I originally determined.” Around them, the corridors and testing chambers grew dark. What Lance could only assume to be the emergency lights turned on, illuminating the area in a bright red. “It does not appear that you or your outside help have considered another variable.”

“Um… what variable?”

“The default settings booting back up upon my removal.”

“Ah quiznak.” Pidge could only assume that Lance’s choice of word meant something profound. “Okay… so what do we get? Some five hundred year old security system about to hunt me down?”

“That would be accurate to the data.” Pidge confirmed. “Which would not be good for your condition.”

“My condition?”

“Of being alive.”

“Oh.”

“However, I do possess the necessary data to thwart the old program. The variable now stands at you being the only one who can interface with my core due to the technology you transferred to it. It would then be in my best interest to keep your status as alive.”

“I mean, how hard can this be? I’ve dealt with you so far.” Lance prompted. He jumped when a sound caught his attention. There was movement further in the corridor. Blades typically seen in tests, meant to be turned off or dodged. Past it? There was another figure, though harder to see.

“In subject terms? Bad. Very bad.” Pidge commented. “I suggest listening to what I say and following my instructions without fail.” She looked to Lance. “My first instruction-”

“I’m gonna take a guess and say run!” Lance grabbed Pidge by the hand and ran off in the opposite direction, pulling her along; it was a good thing that despite her data being put into the device around his arm, her body, as one could call it, was still functional and able to move.

Again, thank you so much for this opportunity!

[voyager-into-the-unknown]

Here’s the next chapter of my Plance fanfic series. It is continued from here:

https://truegryffindorforever2.tumblr.com/post/188826378235/this-is-part-of-a-plance-fanfic-series-that-i-have

Chapter 8: Talk Nerdy to Me

Lance, Pidge, and Matt went downstairs after their Killbot Phantasm victory celebration. It was getting late, and both Lance knew that Sam and Colleen would want to get to bed soon.

“What was going on up there?” Sam asked. “I sounded like you kids were having a party.”

“We were, Dad,” Matt replied. “We were celebrating the fact that Lance and Pidge actually made it to level 36 of Killbot Phantasm. They beat the final boss.”

“All that commotion over a video game?” Colleen asked.

“Not just any video game, Mom. This is the game Lance helped me buy at the Space Mall,” Pidge said proudly.

“You mean the time that you and Lance spent the entire day wading in a fountain looking for coins, and nearly got arrested by the mall cop?”

“What?!” Sam exclaimed.

“That’s how they ended up with Kaltenecker,” explained Colleen. “I thought you knew.”

Matt started laughing. “Mom, don’t complain. That space cow has provided you with some high quality fertilizer for your plants. I think it’s awesome that someday I am going to have a brother-in-law who is actually as crazy as my sister.”

Sam lifted his eyebrows at that last comment. Colleen looked victorious. Pidge took Lance’s arm and smiled at her parents, and Lance turned to smile down at her. Sam and Colleen stood up.

Lance turned to them. “Thank you for inviting me over. I had a great time today.”

“We enjoyed your company, dear. You are welcome to come back and visit anytime.” Colleen hugged him. Sam shook his hand.

“Well, I am heading back to my place,” Matt said, then he moved towards his parents to hug them goodbye. Then he turned to Pidge and Lance. “And you two behave yourselves. I’m not ready to have any little garbage poofs named after me yet.”

“You’re horrible!” Pidge exclaimed as she playfully punched her brother’s shoulder. Lance laughed at them, then shook Matt’s hand. Matt then grabbed a grumpy Pidge and hugged her goodbye before he left.

Pidge walked Lance to the door while Colleen steered her husband toward the staircase. “Give them some privacy, Sam,” she whispered to him. When they had gone upstairs, Lance set his guitar case down and leaned down to hug his girlfriend. He felt her smiling as she pressed her cheek against his. “Today was amazing. I love your family, Pidge.”

“They love you, too, and so do I.” She kissed him goodnight, and when their lips parted, Lance gave her his most radiant smile.

“I meant everything that I said about us earlier today. I love you, Katie Holt.”

She smiled up at him. “I love you too, Lancelot.”

“Good night, Pidgeon.”

“Good night, Loverboy.” She winked at him. He laughed, picked up his guitar case and practically floated down the sidewalk as she shut the front door.

Sunday was usually a quiet day at the Garrison, with church services and recreational activities, and with select vigilant officers and pilots on duty, prepared for unexpected circumstances. Lance spent his afternoon planning the next week’s lessons and Pidge spent her time at home, mulling over an A. I. project that she and Matt had been tackling at work. By Sunday evening, she was feeling tired, frustrated, and in need of a break. The messenger icon on her desktop signaled her an alert. She tapped the icon, and a window opened up.

Lance: My lion is red. My face is, too. That only happens when I’m around you.

Pidge: 😂

Pidge: My lion is green. My bayard is too. There’s no other boyfriend sweeter than you.

Lance: 😊 Aw! You’re finally learning how to flirt.

Pidge: I know how to flirt. You’re the one who is learning that there’s more to flirting than cheesy pick-up lines.

Lance: My pick-up lines aren’t cheesy. They’re inspired!

Pidge: I can come up with better lines than yours, Lancey-Lance.

Lance: That sounds like a challenge, and I accept it. You know, when I saw you in that green dress yesterday, I thought that if you were a blaster rifle, you’d be set to “stunning.”

Pidge: Thank you. 😊 When we were dancing together, I thought that even if there was no gravity on this planet, I would still fall for you.

Lance: 🤣 Good one! You know, the only thing I hate about space is the one between us.

Pidge: My love for you is like the number pi... never ending. 💚💙

Lance: 💙💚 Same.

Lance: I love it when you explain all of your math and science stuff to me because I’m like a white dwarf star, extremely hot, but not very bright.

Pidge: 😂 Are you made up of Copper and Tellurium? Because you are too CuTe. 😉

Lance: Well, are you a computer keyboard? Because you’re definitely my type.

Pidge: 😆 You’re my type too, because I think that you’re definitely hotter than the bottom of my laptop. 😉

Lance: 😂 Let me know when you’re ready to play with my laptop. I can promise you that it doesn’t have any viruses.

Pidge: 🤨 I am not going to unzip your files. They are probably corrupted.

Lance: 🤣🤣🤣 Girl, I love it when you talk nerdy to me. 😂

Pidge: 🤣 Okay, I think that’s enough. Behave.

Lance: Yes ma’am. ☹️

Lance: I really miss you.

Pidge: I miss you, too. But I will see you at Paladin training in the morning.

Lance: And then we can have lunch together.

Pidge: Of course. Are you telling our friends about us?

Lance: Well, Hunk already knows, and Matt. It will probably be all over the Garrison by tomorrow afternoon.

Pidge: My Mom won’t stop talking about it. 🙄

Lance: She knows her daughter has a hot boyfriend. ✨😎✨

Pidge: Hotter than the sun, and denser than a neutron star.

Lance: Ugh! Hunk says that about me too.

Pidge: That you’re hotter than the sun?

Lance: No, that I’m denser than an neutron star.

Pidge: I am just teasing, you know. You are actually very bright. There are many types of human intelligence, and you are quite strong in the areas of bodily kinesthetic, linguistic, musical, and interpersonal intelligences.

Lance: Really? So you think I’m smart?!

Pidge: Yes, you are. Very smart. Brilliant, in fact. 😘

Lance: 🥰 Thank you. That really means a lot to me. 😃

Pidge: 😊

Lance: Pidgey, I am sending you a file. It’s a playlist of music we can dance to. Maybe we can practice on the training deck after work.

Pidge: That sounds like fun!

Lance: And I was thinking of taking you to the officer’s club on Friday night. Dinner and dancing?

Pidge: Just the two of us, on a grown-up sort of date?

Lance: Yes.

Pidge: Okay. Just remember that I have a curfew.

Lance: I’ll remember. And I will be a perfect gentleman. I promise.

Pidge: I know you will be. You aren’t the bad boy you pretend to be.

Lance: But I thought girls liked bad boys, don’t they?

Pidge: I’m not one of those girls.

Lance: I know. You’re an angel, and being with you makes me the luckiest guy in the universe.

Pidge: 😊 You really do know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you?

Lance: ✨😎✨ You know it!

Pidge: I really do need to get back to my coding.

Lance: Okay. Don’t work too hard, Pidgeon. And get a good night’s sleep.

Pidge: Okay, I will. I love you. 😘

Lance: I love you, too. 😘

[stuffandnosense]

Never Ending: Message in a Bottle (Part 4)

So everyone over @altean-plance-au is still doing their thing, and the recent updates have been fantastic (a couple of which I still need to catch up on), and thanks to them and also my friends at the Pidgance Positivity Discord I finally managed to get back to this, and I’m really excited about my plans for it going forward. ;) I hope you enjoy the new chapter! 

Never Ending Oneshot  |  MiaB Part 1  |  MiaB Part 2  |  MiaB Part 3

***

“Almost every single one of these video files has a name - like a real name, not just a number or something. AND they’re color-coded into topics,” Lance observes, as they flip through the file folder on the screen in his room. “Why does that not surprise me?”

“Because you know me,” Pidge smirks. “Just because the log was your idea doesn’t mean I’d have let you get away with doing it without some basic organization. What are we, animals?”

She’s expecting a laugh at that, but when she glances at him his face has fallen, and she realizes she made a mistake in her attempt to make a joke.

Too soon, she thinks. Too soon to be identifying with the people in these videos completely, even for a joke. Lance has come around enough since earlier to agree to watch these videos with her, but he is still confused. Still scared, even, maybe.

“S-Sorry,” she says. “I didn’t mean…”

Lance blinks and shakes his head. “No, I know; you were just being funny. It’s fine. Ignore me.”

Pidge lets her hand fall away from the screen “We don’t have to do this right now, you know. We could wait a little longer.”

He smiles. “It’s okay, Pidge, really.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable; are you sure—?”

“Pidge!” He grabs her hand and tugs her back to sit facing the huge screen they’d set up in here phoebs ago for the game console they bought at the space mall. “I mean it, come on,” he chuckles. He points the Altean remote-like thing at the display. “I guess we should just start at the beginning? What ARE these categories anyway?”

“One looks like messages to specific people; those we’ll skip. Otherwise, looks like…” Pidge squints at the screen. “General Logs, Altean History & Culture, Nonsense Logs - of course - and oh, neat, what’s Project Window? There’s also a Miscellaneous tag, because you have to have one of those.”

“You’re enjoying this too much already and we haven’t even started.”

She smirks at him, and then he comes to the end of the long list. The last several files aren’t named, or color-coded, and she frowns.

“What is it?” Lance asks.

“Nothing…” She tells herself it doesn’t have to mean anything, and steals the remote from Lance. “Come on, let’s pick up where we left off in the first general log I guess.”

“Hey give it back!”

***

Nonsense Log 2: Or, I knew this would probably devolve into Feed Funniest, and I was right.

“What are you doing?” Pidge turns on the recorder as Lance floats past her upside down - not that direction really matters in here. He’s trying to use bits of unfrozen water to propel himself across the space, but the stream keeps coagulating into clumps.

“Practicing. I’ve never used my powers in zero gravity before; it’s harder to keep it liquid when it otherwise wants to freeze, and it keeps, you know, acting like things in zero gravity do…”

He freezes a large ball of the water to grab onto to stop himself spinning, but with no anchor he just goes spinning away with the ice ball in his grasp.

Pidge giggles at his shriek. “You need to stay tied to the side!”

“That’s not going to help me figure out how to operate somewhere with zero-g that doesn’t have walls…!” Lance and his ball of ice bounce off the inside of the sphere; he unfreezes the water and pushes off from the wall with it to send himself back to her.

Pidge catches his arms as he gets closer; he’s still somewhat out of control, but at least he ended up relatively where he seems to have wanted to go.

“Well that was better,” she gives him, pulling him into the nest with her.

“Of course it was.” He winks and kisses her cheek.

“Since when did you like training?”

Lance feigns offense. “Excuse me; I’ve matured enough to recognize its’ merits, thank you very much. I wouldn’t be the skilled bodyguard or the master of my abilities I am without it.”

Pidge grins wickedly at that, and extends a pair of vines to shove him back out of the nest. “Oh? Show me what you’ve got, then.”

A glob of water hits her in the face as she emerges from the nest; Lance’s laugh echoes off the frozen walls of their life boat.

“You’re on.”

***

On venturing out for food they ask Allura what Feed Funniest would have meant, after seeing it in one of the log titles.

“Oh, the Feed was merely a...network of messaging and content channels, really. Those used by everyone. There were many, but that was the collective name for it. Feed Funniest was a channel used to compile humorous entries.”

Lance blinks at her. “It was social media.”

Pidge shrugs as she pulls a spoon from a drawer. “I mean, people are people everywhere, and Altea was a technologically advanced society. That makes sense; why wouldn’t they have had a way for people to collectively communicate?”

“Altea had social media!”

Allura seems confused. “Social media?”

Pidge smirks as she nudges a shell-shocked Lance out the kitchen door. “Don’t worry about it; he’ll adjust.”

“Pidge, Altea had social media!”

“I heard her, Lance.”

***

Project Window Entry 1: Or, I really hope this doesn’t get us killed.

“So we’ve decided that we can’t just sit here,” Pidge says. Her fingers fly over the projected keypad from the computer as it records them. A vine curls out from the wall of the sphere, wrapped around her waist to hold her in place as she runs her calculations.

“This one computer we have does have limited comm and scanning abilities, but the scanners won’t reach outside the sphere, and the comms barely will. We might be able to detect signals from ships close enough, but we definitely wouldn’t be able to tell what kinds of ships they were. If we want to have a chance of detecting and reaching out to a friendly ship and being rescued rather than captured or killed...we need a way to know for sure.”

Lance is floating over her shoulder, examining a section of the wall.

“Lance?”

“What?” He glances down at her and the computer. “Oh, right. What should I…?”

“Just tell the log what you told me.” Pidge grins, teasing but anxious. “You’re the one who wanted to record things.”

“Right…” He sighs. “We need to open a section of this wall so we can see out, but seeing as we’re floating in space we can’t just...do that. But there are several layers of plants, and I think if we replace them one by one with ice in this one spot, we can get all the way through. And even though it’ll be several layers, and they’ll need to be thick, I think with my powers I can make them clear enough for us to still be able to see enough for it to make a difference.”

Pidge is nodding. “It’ll end up acting like a magnifying glass, but at least we’ll be able to tell the difference between a Galra ship and one that might actually want to rescue us. And the magnification might actually help in some cases, too.”

“We have to be sure everything stays sealed while we do this, though. Quiznak, why did I even have this thought…?”

“It was a good thought! We can do it. I can make sure we don’t decompress; the plants will warn me if we’re in danger. We just have to treat it like an airlock.” The computer pulls away from her as she asks a vine to reach out and take it while they work.

Pidge offers Lance a reassuring smile. “Detail work is what you do.”

“Usually the life or death involved isn’t quite so direct…”

She tugs him to her and kisses him. “How’s that for motivation?”

Lance smiles back softly as he holds her against him for a moment. “I guess I did tell you we weren’t done, didn’t I?”

“We’re not,” she whispers into his cheek. Around them the glowing plants that light their lifeboat shine off the ice that seals it; the beauty still surprises her every morning she wakes. “If we made this place, we can do anything. We’re not dying in here.”

Log 5: I was going to delete, but Lance said not to; people need to understand what Zarkon did.

Pidge affixes the wrist computer to some vines beside the fruit basket woven into the sphere’s side, making it easier to begin recording as she pokes Lance’s resting form under the moss blankets in their nest bed.

“Lance? You awake?” Nothing, at first, but his breathing isn’t even in sleep. “Lance?”

“...I’m awake.”

“We need to work on this window; if we take too long, our allies could give up looking for survivors. If they’re even doing that, but anyway.”

His shoulders tense, and he still doesn’t turn over to face her. “Not right now, Pidge...”

“Are you okay? I’m still a little tired, too. Maybe you’re right; we could just record today. Maybe go over whatever we can remember from our history classes or something...whatever we can do, you know? You weren’t wrong; I guess it is a good idea to get down as much as we can about Altea somehow…”

Lance shifts under his blankets and pulls them up around his ears. “Not right now,” he repeats hollowly. Drops of liquid float over his shoulder, glinting in the glow of the bioluminescent plants, and Pidge’s chest clenches.

“Lance…” She gets a quiet sob in answer, and her own throat clogs. “I’m...I’m sorry.”

Having only just woken up herself, she doesn’t know how long he’s been awake. She does know there have been moments she’s woken up in the night, too, paralyzed. Moments when all she could do was miss her family. And Lance was there.

She leans over him and wraps her arms around him, slipping back under the moss to pull him close and let his tears soak her shoulder rather than floating away. Lance clings to her like a lifeline. They are each others’ lifelines. They are all they have left.

“It’s okay...we don’t have to do anything today,” she whispers. With a flick of her wrist, she turns the computer off with the tip of a vine.

***

Lance pauses the computer’s playback before the next log can start. His arms are wrapped tightly around his chest in the dim castle bedroom.

“Lance…?”

He swallows. “I...I still don’t know if there’s a whole other family I should be mourning, or…”

Pidge loops an arm around his shoulders and rests her head against his arm, because she isn’t sure what else she can do. He lets her, for a moment or two, but in the end he extracts himself gently from her grip and gets shakily to his feet.

“You want to take a break?” she asks.

“Yeah…”

The break lasts longer than either of them planned; Voltron is dispatched on a rescue mission almost immediately after returning to Galra headquarters.

***

“Lance…? Lance, are you okay?”

The cool castle wall presses into his forehead where he’s leaned into it. They must have returned from the shield station half a varga ago or more, but he hasn’t even made it out of Red’s hangar.

Hunk is hovering over him and Pidge is kneeling beside him, clutching at his arms and looking up at him with so much concern and…

When did he end up on his knees?

“I...I don’t...know…”

Lance…! LANCE! Pidge is screaming in his memory, but it isn’t HIS memory.

Hunk gets down on his knees with them, a hand rubbing at Lance’s back. He can’t feel it much through his armor, but the weight is welcome.

“What...what happened out there?” he asks. “I know I didn’t have time to ask before; everything was kind of going nuts. I’m sorry, man…”

“I-it’s okay, I know, I…” He shakes his head, trying to clear the buzzing from it. He was fine, he was fine, but then it hit him all over again.

“I know you saved Allura,” Hunk says, somewhat in awe. “That was...that was…”

“Stupid,” Pidge swallows.

“I was gonna say BRAVE…”

Lance snorts quietly. “Pidge is probably more right, but i-if I hadn’t…”

Allura would be dead. With no one to bring her back.

Like he’d been dead.

He’d been dead.

He died.

There are arms around him now. Hunk and Pidge pressing into him from both sides, wrapped around him. He’s shaking and he doesn’t know when that started.

“Lance? Buddy!”

“Lance!”

“I died,” he gasps. “I...just for a minute. Allura brought m-me back. Re...st-started my heart and healed me, I guess, I...I mean I guess it’s not really that different than like a defibrillator or something bringing me back, it wasn’t that long b-b-but I still…”

Pidge’s breath puffs against his neck. “What!”

“Oh man…” Hunk trails.

Their arms tighten around him but Lance doesn’t mind. He needs the touch. He needs to feel like he’s still here when his mind won’t stop racing.

“It’s okay,” Pidge is saying. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” It sounds like she’s saying it as much for herself as for him.

“I know,” he breathes. “I know.”

Over and over he feels the charge hit him. It HURT...so much. And maybe it was while he was screaming and maybe it was...after...but…

She was reaching for him. The vision. The...memory. It was a memory. Pidge screaming his name. Reaching. Or clinging to him? So much like she is now but...not this Pidge. And she was...

“Older,” he says aloud.

“What?” Hunk asks.

Lance sits up straighter. “She was older.”

“Who was?” Pidge asks.

He gets to his feet, maybe too quickly, reaching out for the wall for balance as his head spins. “You. I think. When what happened out there happened, I...saw something. Like we did in your hanger. Sort of. When we touched that energy.”

Where is Allura?

“I think she and Coran are still with Shiro; they wanted to make sure he was okay after whatever happened to him out there,” Pidge says.

“I asked that out loud?”

“Yeah...” Hunk says warily.

“Sorry, I’m just...ugh.” Lance winces as he finds Pidge’s hand and squeezes it. “I need to see something. Come on. Hunk, can you uh...can you find Allura and Coran? Get them to meet us in my room? If they’re done checking up on Shiro I mean.”

“Sure?”

“Thanks, man.”

Pidge follows him as he tugs her from the hangar, but her fingers are rubbing his worryingly as she clutches his hand in return. “Lance, what’s going on?”

He still feels...unsteady. And not because Allura didn’t heal him well enough. Physically he’s fine; it’s only the mental and emotional toll of what happened that’s making him shaky, he’s almost sure. But even through the fading tremors he has a purpose as he pulls her through the corridors.

“You’ll see.” He turns on the large screen when they reach his room, and starts scrolling through the log files to get to the end.

Pidge reaches out to still his hands. “What are you doing? I thought we weren’t skipping.”

She says it as the door opens again, Allura, Coran, and Shiro on Hunk’s heels.

“What? What’s going on?” the princess asks, echoing Pidge from moments ago. “Lance? Are you all right?”

He looks back at her and smiles. “I think so. Now. I...look, Allura, I know you and Coran have been watching these logs too, and...I know you haven’t wanted to get to the end, and I know why. But...I don’t think we have to be afraid of it anymore.”

Allura swallows. “How do you know?”

Lance winces. “What happened out there...I saw something. It was a memory; I know it was. And...I mean it wasn’t exactly the greatest kind. I don’t know what happened to them later. But what I saw, Pidge was older. Maybe ten or twenty years older, Allura. I don’t think they died in that sphere.”

“How can you be sure?”

“The last couple of files are so aren’t named,” Pidge says, her voice cracking.

He knows they don’t want to question him just to question him. Allura and Pidge are both looking at him, and they’re just afraid, and he understands. What if something went wrong finishing the window? What if they finished it, but no one came? He’d been thinking the same things. But...

“I know what I saw. I know it was a memory.” He looks from Allura to Pidge. “Can you trust me?”

***

Log 6: Or, We may be crazy but that’s okay

Lance is already recording when Pidge wakes up. She squints up at the light from the wrist computer’s projected screen.

“Why are you recording me sleeping?” She seems to be trying to sound disgruntled, but she can’t hide her smile.

“Because you’re beautiful in the light in here.”

“It’s still weird,” she smirks.

Lance leans down to nuzzle her cheek. “Hush. I only just turned it on.”

She yawns, stretching, and settles her arms around his neck as he floats just above her in the lack of gravity. “All right...what are you up to?”

He flips through the files. “You didn’t tell me you had music on this thing.”

“Not much...just some instrumental stuff I use when I’m working sometimes.”

Lance pushes himself back, hanging the computer on a vine and pressing play on a file before he floats away from the nest. A soft ballad drifts through the chill air.

“Come on,” he says. He holds out a hand, smiling. “Dance with me.”

Pidge laughs. “In zero gravity?”

“Hey, I can’t trip on your feet.”

She huffs in amusement as she pushes back the moss blankets and drifts to the edge of the nest. Lance wiggles his fingers at her to beckon, and her expression softens as she reaches out to take his hand.

Lance pulls her close, sending them into a gentle spin in the center of the sphere as the music plays from the computer.

“Sorry I kind of put the kibosh on yesterday,” he says quietly.

Pidge shakes her head. “It won’t be the last time one of us needs to do that.” She rests her head against his chest. “We lost...our planet. Everyone…” Her voice catches.

Lance strokes her hair, his face settling into a determined stare at nothing in particular. “We are going to get out of here. We’re going to finish that window, and someone is going to find us.”

“You can’t know that,” she whispers. “But thank you for saying it anyway.”

“We will,” he says again. He nudges her chin until she looks at him. “Because I want to have a life with you. I know it can’t be the same as it would have been on Altea...but I want it.”

“Zarkon will be looking for us. For any Alteans left. Anyone who was off-planet.”

“So we find them before he does.”

“More than that,” she says suddenly. “If we get out of this, we have to fight back.”

Lance is quiet for a moment, but at the certainty in her eyes, he nods. All he wants is for her to live, for anyone left to be safe, but…

“If that’s what you want, I’ll be by your side.”

***

Lance pulls up the last log file, from what must have been weeks after the last one they watched, and Pidge’s face fills the screen. The Altean version of her face.

It’s still so strange to see it, even though they’ve been watching these logs for a couple of days now. It still sends a strange shock through her stomach, sometimes. But Lance slips an arm around her shoulders, and it grounds her.

This time only the soft glow from the screen illuminates Pidge’s doppelganger; behind her the sphere is nearly dark. The plants are dying.

She looks so tired, her breath visible in the air, but her eyes are alight.

“Trigel’s people have found us! Not a moment too soon...another few quintants and…” She shakes her head. “They’re going to fire an escape capsule into the side of the sphere to get us out safely. We’ve weakened the wall just enough; they should be able to lodge the hatch end inside without decompressing our atmosphere.”

Her excitement fades. “They’ve told us the Paladins are gone...all of them. Even without the lions they fought to save Altea, but...and-and no one knows where the castle is, or who was still on it when it left.”

The Pidge on the screen swallows. Over her shoulder Lance floats into view, and he looks just as weak and exhausted, but he’s smiling tiredly as he holds onto her.  

“Allura, if you’re out there…” The Pidge on the screen smiles, too. “I hope we find each other, but if we don’t, if you find this at least…”

“We lived, Allura. And we did everything we could.”

[sylvabled]

hey here's your reminder that pidge had a crush on lance and it was obvious

[hailqiqi]

Alright alright Plance fic knower, I have an inquiry. Do you know of any Regency type AUs? Pride and prejudice/ Jane Eyre era stories are my jam and I havent been able to find any for Plance. Do you know of any?? I'm writing one myself and I'm curious to see what other people might have written for the concept. Thanks!!!

Helllooooooooo every star!

SO. I cannot wait for your regency story (please let me know when you post it cause tags are funky lately).  As of right now, I am 99% confident that there are only two (2) purveyors of this type of fic in The Garden right now:

@sp4c3-0ddity and @fallen-angel-nightshade

The offerings aren’t the purest of drugs if you really wanna go full Jane Austen - mostly borrowing the setting or a few elements rather than the entire society and its trappings - but they’re still extremely entertaining, and they should help to scratch the itch.

Nightshade’s Highwayman AU is pushing the limits of ‘regency’ I know, but we get to see Lance being posh and plus, it’s my favourite poem. Also I realised too late that her other regency-type fic is Shidge.

Reem’s got at least 5 one-shots which fit the mould (mostly King & Court type AUS), my favourite of which is either masks for two or the one with the ships. Unfortunately they’re all in this gigantic file of stories and I have no idea what they’re all called individually, but hopefully she’ll chime in when she wakes up with some individual links (otherwise…enjoy your travels through Strangeness & Charm. It’s a good place to get lost).

Reem also has two longer fics which barely qualify (but beggers can’t be choosers): Dueling Hearts (technically a canon fic where Pidge catches the eye of a king, and is trapped into an unwanted bethrothal. Lance has to fight to get her out of it) and scaled to size (a fantasy King’s Guard/King’s Court/Dragon AU).

I hope this helps!  Does anyone else know if there’s any I’ve missed??

[anchoredtether]

Title: A Cappella

Author/Artist: AnchoredTether

Rating: T [mild swearing, graphic depictions of violence]

Pairings: Plance [Lance x Pidge]

Series: Harmonious Conjunction

Chapter: 2/?

Summary: After discovering a secret (or not so secret?) talent of Lance’s, Pidge finds herself realizing how little she actually knows about her longtime obnoxiously flirty teammate. She thought she had Lance figured out, but the more she learns the more she realizes the complexity of the Blue Paladin’s personality. It turns out her curiosity just might be the death of her.

Timeline: Takes place after the end of season 5

CHAPTER 02 ][ A CAPPELLA

Pidge made a mental note to look into her hacked Garrison files still on her laptop and find Lance's file, delve into his test scores or something to find out the hidden whatever it was that piqued her interest in the Blue Paladin. The team went on a mission the next morning to free citizens from Galra forces, so Pidge didn't exactly have time to work on her "research." Between shooting warships and forming Voltron and fighting Galra soldiers, it wasn't until a few days later that the crew found some much needed peace and quiet after an exhausting battle.

"This juice is incredible, Hunk! What's it made of?" Lance slurped his straw obnoxiously as he finished his seventh serving of the stuff. They were all lounging in the common room, enjoying some refreshments Hunk whipped up from the planet they were currently occupying.

"You don't wanna know." Hunk replied ominously.

"Ew, please don't tell me this is made of intestinal juices or something." Keith made a face at the cup in his hand.

"Gross Keith! Why would your mind go there first, of all places??" Pidge stuck out her tongue as if the juice she was just drinking was, in fact, made up of intestinal juices.

"Ohmygosh guys, it's not from something that bad!!" Hunk cried. "Give me some credit!!"

Lance had turned a few shades paler. "So...." His eyes slowly moved to glare inquisitively at his friend. "What iiiiiis it made of??" When Hunk didn't answer, Lance stuck out his neck. "I GOTTA KNOW MAN! I DRANK SEVEN CUPS OF THIS STUFF!"

Hunk sighed. "It's from a plant similar to a coffee bean, one of the natives showed me how to make it."

"Okay, so it's like coffee, I can handle that. Tastes more like pineapple orange juice though, which is weird."

"But the 'beans' used to brew it come from... from..."

"FROM WHERE?!?"

"....from the regurgitations of a creature that looks like a field mouse."

"SO WE'RE EATING MOUSE VOMIT JUICE!?!" Keith looked ready to snap, but the whole crew looked equally disgusted or abhorrent.

"But...it's delicious mouse vomit juice." Hunk protested.

"It's perfectly safe, Paladins." Allura assured them, the only one aside from Coran who seemed unphased by this information. "Food preparation can come in all kinds of strange forms. This juice that Hunk learned to create is actually incredibly nutritious and will no doubt help you all replenish after a hard battle!"

"Allura's right, ya know." Coran butted in, taking a pitcher of the stuff to refill his own cup, then went around filling everyone else's cups despite their looks of disgust and horror. "Besides, there are plenty of weirder drinks you Earthlings are accustomed to, such as the deliciously disturbing drink produced from Kaltenecker."

"Oh don't remind me of that." Allura said softly as if she were reminded of a nightmare.

"What!? I thought you two loved milkshakes. You drank em faster than Lance." Hunk said.

"Ehhhh, yeah." Lance took a sip of his refilled mouse vomit juice before continuing. "I showed them how one 'acquires' milkshakes and they were... horrified."

Pidge still frowned at the drink she held in her hand. "That's perfectly normal on Earth. We get milk from cows, goats, camels, yaks... all mammals get milk from their mothers as infants. I'm surprised you Alteans are weirded out by such a... natural concept. Or do you guys not... breastfeed...?" She only realized how awkward the question was after she said it.

Lance interrupted the awkward silence with his obnoxious slurping.

"How are you still drinking this stuff?" Keith asked, impressed but disgusted.

He shrugged. "It tastes good. You can't let the psychological-ness of it get to you. Let your taste buds decide if you want it."

"That is something Lance would say." Shiro finally spoke. Although his expression was hesitant, he drank the juice as well.

"That is something Lance would say." Keith echoed in agreement.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Lance didn't quite sound offended, but moreso confused.

"Well, I'm sorry about the uhh... 'psychological-ness' of this, as Lance puts it." Hunk apologized. "I'll try to make something less... you know what, I just won't tell you guys what's in my recipes anymore."

Pidge sighed. "That's probably for the best."

In the end, it was mostly Lance, Hunk, Allura, and Coran who drank the juice. Shiro seemed to like it the more he drank, but Pidge downed her glass like it was medicine (complete with disgusted noises) while Keith gave his cup to Lance. They slowly trickled off from the common room one by one, heading to get ready for bed after a long day of fighting.

][ --- ][

Pidge retired to her room, ready to take off her Paladin armor and plop down on her bed, but she decided instead to take a well-needed shower. She was normally a morning shower person, but her shoulders were sore and she figured the hot water would help her relax to get an even better sleep. She gathered her towel and pajamas and headed towards the bathrooms. As she approached, she heard something that sounded vaguely familiar, something that reminded her of Earth.

It was music, no, singing, faintly coming from the bathroom door. When the door slid open with a whirring sound and she stepped into the steamy room, she could hear it with greater clarity. She recognized the song, but she couldn't put a name on the artist who originally sang it. Pidge had more of a taste for techno and movie soundtracks, so the more popular songs were less familiar to her. She was drawn further into the communal bathroom, lingering just past the edge where the mens side began. She was mesmerized by the voice, the words beautiful and passionate.

This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I was never one to believe the hype Save that for the black and white I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, But here they come again to jack my style That's alright I found a martyr in my bed tonight She stops my bones from wondering just who I, who I, who I ammm Oh, who am I? Mhmm... Mhmm...

Pidge's honey brown eyes widened as she realized who was singing. It was Lance. Since when could Lance sing? How had she not known? But now that she thought about it, she had never heard him sing. Usually individuals who had a voice like that were constantly singing, whether along with their headphones, with the radio, or a cappella at random spurts. It seemed incredibly contradictory - Lance, the one who was always batting his eyes at women and sliding smooth pick up lines, didn't ever use his siren-like singing ability to woo the ladies. Why would he hide such a talent? Lance wasn't exactly one to be bashful. He continued, and Pidge couldn't help but sit down on the cool tile floor and listen intently as he sang the chorus even louder.

Well, some nights I wish that this all would end 'Cause I could use some friends for a change. And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again Some nights I always win, I always win...

She couldn't help the small giggle when he started singing overlapping parts of the song, although he did it amazingly well for a one-man-choir. She was about to head towards the girls' side to shower when he ended the song, but as she was in the middle of getting up onto her feet he started singing another song with hardly any pause to catch his breath. This song had a much different feel than the last, but Lance still sang it with all his heart.

I am a question to the world, Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms. And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway… You don't know me, And I’ll never be what you want me to be.

And what do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man.. You can't take me and throw me away. And how can you learn what's never shown? Yeah, you stand here on your own. They don't know me 'cause I'm not here.

Pidge was standing now, her towel and clothes held tight to her chest, her eyes staring vacantly at the floor as his words struck something deep inside her. She knew this song. She loved this song. It reminded her of home, of Earth, of her family, and it brought tears to her eyes. She could hear the music in between the words Lance sung. As the song enveloped her core, she felt how the words applied so strongly to the boy who sang them, the boy she was starting to finally better understand.

And I want a moment to be real, Wanna touch things I don't feel, Wanna hold on and feel I belong. And how can the world want me to change? They’re the ones that stay the same. They don’t know me, 'Cause I’m not here.

And you see the things they never see All you wanted, I could be Now you know me, and I'm not afraid And I wanna tell you who I am Can you help me be a man? They can't break me As long as I know who I am

When she felt the tears spill over her lashes and fall upon her towel did she blink rapidly, snapped out of her trance. His words weren't just notes to be sung. She could tell this was a favorite song of his and the words resonated with him and who he was. In a sense, hearing him sing I'm Still Here felt more personal than something akin to reading his diary. Pidge contemplated leaving the bathroom and going back to her bed so he wouldn't know anyone heard him, but she couldn't find it in her feet to leave the bathroom. She wanted to continue listening, not only because it made her bittersweetly nostalgic for Earth but because it was a side of Lance she never knew... a side she was starting to admire, if only in secret.

Finally she made her way towards the girls' showers, albeit slowly. She hesitated to turn on the water because that meant it would be harder to hear Lance's voice, but eventually she shook her head and willed herself to take her shower. Lance unknowingly serenaded her and she found herself standing under the stream of hot water completely lost in thought. In time she heard the shower water stop on the opposite side of the bathroom and the Blue Paladin's voice ceased its beautiful chorus. For a moment Pidge panicked, realizing that he would know that either she or Allura had heard him, and shut off her water. It was a desperate attempt to hide the fact she was there, and Lance would never be a hundred percent certain unless he dared to walk over to the girls side and see Pidge's feet beneath the curtain. There was a long, terrifyingly anxious pause of silence where she tried her best to hold her breath. To her relief, she heard the door to the bathroom open and close and let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

She didn't know what to think of the whole encounter.

And for Pidge, not knowing what to think was a first.

[nadiarizavi]

wip meme ;v;...... i was tagged like last week by @rueitae 2 do this but life’s gotten so hectic and i’m just trying 2 get through the semester but whew! enough shouting into the void about life stuff howm about we meme before i crash

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!!

all but 1 of these is plance :”)

1. pop psychology

2. flash forwards

3.  ghostie hunting fic

4. plance penelope auuuu

5. undercover journalism au

6. toss-up

7. rum run

8. mirror mirror

9. dying pidge one shot??

10. teacher/dude who picks up his sister’s kids meetcute

11. drabble prompts master doc

<3333 that’s all i have rn, i apologize for the radio silence ;v;.......

[seeds-of-the-garden]

Plance AU Lance is a security guard in a large tech company. Pidge meanwhile is constantly trying to break in to get a glimpse of the next gen super computer being built there.

She thought it all through, dotted her i’s and crossed her t’s, tied her shoelaces (she just checked again to be sure), made sure the cameras played back old feed, wore a ski mask to hide her face and hair, had her fake prints ready to go, and yet--

Just one dumbass security guard changing up his usual pattern would make months of planning go boom.

Huh, that was an idea; maybe if she bailed she could just rig a wall to explode and--

No, bad idea! She wanted the supercomputer intact if she was going to learn anything examining it - plus, she didn’t fancy adding blowing up a government counterintelligence building to her lengthening list of felonies. Besides, her more immediate problem was that the guard approaching her impromptu hiding place around a corner whistled his way ever closer, and at this rate he would hear her heart threatening to jump out of her chest, never mind her muffled footsteps squeaking away if she tried to make a run for it.

Wait...whistling?

Pidge dared to peer around the corner, her eyes narrowing as they fell on the guard and...where the hell was Keith?

Somehow, the fact that this guy was new gratified her, and her only mistake was that she didn’t expect Keith - the facility’s usual nighttime security guard - to have taken a vacation or called in sick or quit or, you know, gotten fired.

(Which, in retrospect, she should’ve predicted; she’d read his personnel file, after all.)

Well, too late to worry about her oversight now. Pidge was in too deep to back out of this operation, and she would lay eyes on that supercomputer tonight one way or another.

But how? Whistling guard was so close she could clearly make out the tune - he carried it well, she thought grudgingly - as the Pokemon theme song, pumping his arms in an animated power walk, until he started...dancing.

Erratically, with flailing arms that would knock her unconscious without him even trying, loud, booming footsteps that would scare anything with ears or, well, some other sensory experience that relied on vibrations.

Pidge sighed. Maybe evading this guy was easier than she thought...so she started to creep backwards, away from him, feeling along the wall for a door frame or vent or some other opening she could hide in until he passed while she found and flicked on her taser - because if worst came to worst she could just literally shock him so he at least wouldn’t chase her.

But the switch made a dreadful, echoing tick.

Pidge winced, her shoulders tensing, but that was nothing to the whistling stopping.

“Who’s there?” the guard called, his footsteps on the tile more even. She heard another click - well, electrocution via his taser was better than a bullet, she supposed - and he rounded the corner.

The guard’s eyes shot open when they fell on her, his stun gun raised high and steady. “H-hey, what’re you doing here?” He ventured a little closer, enough that the low light caught his name tag.

“Damn,” Pidge hissed. She bid her feet move, but they refused, so she pitched her voice higher and said, “Oh, well, you know”--she winced at a crack--”I just wanted to look around, uh...Lance, is it?”

The guard’s - Lance’s - stun gun lowered, his jaw falling slack as if he hadn’t expected her to answer his question. “How do you know my name?” he demanded.

Pidge poked her chest. “You’re wearing a name tag,” she pointed out.

His face darkened, and from the way he fumbled his stun gun made it obvious even to someone as people-dumb as her that he was embarrassed. “Oh, yeah, I am.” He cleared his throat and asked, “So you couldn’t wait for visiting hours to just look around?”

Nice save, Pidge thought, rolling her eyes, but she straightened, little tension leaving her as she stayed poised enough to flee. “It’s not like what I want to see is open for visitors.”

Lance just stared at her. “So it’s classified and not for your eyes.” He crossed his arms, a bemused smile on his lips. “And it’s not for my eyes either.”

“Right...” Pidge smiled under her mask, because she knew that. She just had to pass his patrol route before she reached her true objective, but dammit, he caught her and was probably going to arrest her unless--

“Hey, uh, Lance,” Pidge said, struck by an awful, brilliant idea that would doubtless screw them both, “you know that super powerful supercomputer they’re building? The one with the supposed ‘smartest AI in the world’?”

Lance raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, it--” He gasped, eyes widening. “Wait, the public’s not supposed to know about that yet, so how do you--”

“Never mind that!” Pidge quickly replied, her face hot, because either she was about to make a huge mistake...or she’d already made many. “Let’s just say my brother works”--worked--”here and leave it at that.”

“Fine.” Lance sighed and waved an arm. “I guess this is the part where you tell me why I shouldn’t detain you.”

Pidge snapped her fingers as a smirk curved her lips. There was a challenge in his voice, and, well, she couldn’t resist a good challenge. So she said, “Actually, this is the part where I tell you to join me.”

He blinked at her, frowning. “I don’t follow.”

“Let’s go peek at that super secret supercomputer...together.”

[sillygurl1021]

Plance AU Prompt

“Step away before I punch you in the face.” AU Prompt

by JustForShitsAndCackles on Tumblr

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“Pidge!” Lance yelled out as Pidge ran past him. “Pidge! Hear me out!” He now started to run after her.

Tears welling up in her eyes as she tried her best to keep her distance. Running as fast as her short legs could compared to stupid Lances long legs. How did it end up like this? She thought to herself. How could he let this happen? I thought he was smarter than that? She ended as she blinked once and felt the tears that welled inside fall one by one. When she suddenly felt a hand tug at her arm.

“Pidge.” Lance said a little husky and out of breath. Pidge stared at him as the tears started to fall more in sync. Lance’s expression changed to worry as he looked to the side and gave a sign. Suddenly realizing the tears flowing down her cheeks, Pidge quickly steps back and wipes them away. She the puts her left hand on her left arm and looks away.

“I-I’m fine so you can leave me alone.” She told him. He glanced at her with a tired look.

“Really Pidge? You storm away from me and once I catch up your in tears. You expect me to think you’re okay?” he retorted. She stood silent for a moment and started to walk away but Lance wouldn’t let her. “Pidge. Look, I know your upset-“ she stopped. She couldn’t believe him.

Quickly turning around she cut him off. “UPSET? You think I’m UPSET!?.” She repeated. Lance, surprised nonetheless, took a step back from her. “I’m FURIOUS!” She yelled. “I- I just can’t believe it. I just CAN’T, Lance.” She then proceeded to walk away. A bit scared to stop her again, but he did so anyways, he stepped in front of her.

“Pidge, Please let me explain.” He pleaded. She gave him a death glare that sent chills down his back.

“Step away before I punch you in the face Lance.” And she meant it but Lance didn’t listen. He took a deep breathe.

“I’m sorry Pidge.” He told her. She crossed her arms and looked away.

“Sorry doesn’t bring it back.” She told him. There was only one way to fix this and he knew it was going to cost him but it WAS his fault after all. He sighed. Damnit. As he grabbed her shoulders.

“Katie.” He got her attention. For some reason, whenever he called her by her actual name, it entranced her. “I’m sorry I let that happen. I didn’t think it through. It was late and I was exhausted. It just happened but…” and here comes the part he was dreading to say. “I’ll buy you the newest Gameflux along with the most current of the game so please! Forgive me for accidentally saving over your saved file! I really didn’t mean to!” He begged.

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That’s as far as I’m getting lol

This was honestly for shits and giggles. XD

[rueitae]

Would you ever write a "long lost prince/princess au"?

I had to think about this one. Sorry for the super delayed response. The short answer is yes, I’d love to. I love most fantasy tropes.

The question is how. If romance is involved it’d have to be plance. Also dragons. Dragons are a must for me. Unfortunately I already have a fic in which Lance is a dragon (find it here).

So I guess Pidge is a dragon then. Dragon royalty? Sure, lets do that. Lance is either a local peasant or a knight. (Pidge probably keeps stealing his family’s cows. He braves to try and save Kaltenecker one fateful night and ends up an unwitting passenger and hangs out at Pidge’s place for a while - but only after she promises not to eat the cow.)

They befriend each other as dragon and human until Pidge reveals that she can take a human form and Lance’s brain overloads because his new friend is really cute.

So I’d have to still fulfill the ‘long lost’ part I guess. Side plot where dragons were kicked out of their natural home (the Galra did it) and ended up on the same world as humans (probably would make all the ‘humans’ Alteans in this case for flavor so I can have Allura be ruler). Turns out the dragons don’t care to return to their ancestral home because they think the Alteans are neat and want to be friends. Unfortunately there are some misconceptions and they haven’t reached speaking terms between dragons and Alteans yet. This would be a thing to resolve thanks to Lance and Pidge.

Wheeee, that one was fun (less long long royalty and more dragons dragons dragons, sorry). Thanks for the ask, Viva! I’ll file this one as inspiration, but anyone else is welcome to take a crack at it. (@ me if you do I wanna read it)

[mistyhollowpro]

“You stay away from my Meister!”

“Your Meister? He must be embarrassed to have a weapon as small and weak as you!”

I wasn’t going to upload any of my Plance Soul Eater AU until I had Lance’s profile done with Pidge’s, but this came out really so much better than I thought it would, and I’m so freaking happy with how it looks that I’m too excited to wait! I can now sleep happy and start tomorrow feeling like I’m on cloud nine. :D Let’s ignore the shadow looking like the Boogie Man.

Speed paint: Coming soon When I can get the damn files to work!