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this is so stupid

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Pidge never considered Lance and Hunk her friends.

Classmates, sure. Maybe even acquaintances—being tied to them as a teammate leads them to spend plenty of time outside of the mandatory school hours together. The association is a nuisance at most. Lance is loud, snarky, and bold. He begs for attention that puts Pidge’s plans at risk time and time again. Hunk is the wild opposite. His cowardice and paranoia twinges Pidge with irritation and seeps anxiety into her late night ventures to collect data.

Can’t they stay put? Can’t they function well? Lance’s starry eyes are always fixed on some ridiculous prize—one day, a girl’s attention, another, Keith Kogane’s scores. Pidge doesn’t even know Hunk well enough to learn his aspirations. He seems keen on a meticulous line of mechanical engineering that his shaky hands and scattered brain disagree with. It shouldn’t matter to her. So what if Pidge got stuck with a lousy team? They are a means to an end. Once she gets to space, they’ll be long forgotten.

The two idiots Hunk and Lance will be long left behind.

But for now, they tear up Pidge’s free time like unfed, scavenging vultures. Lance keeps dragging her to late night parties and snarking about the stick up her ass every time she slips away. Hunk will peer over her shoulder whenever she monitors the Garrison’s radio transmissions in their shared dormitory. When she shut her laptop in a hurry, Lance cackles that he interrupted her porn. Iverson lashes out at them because of their inadequacy and Pidge ends up on the receiving end of his fiery wrath despite holding up her end of the team.

It’s tiresome. It’s frustrating. She has so much work to do, so much, and now she has been dumped with what? Babysitting two near adults? Entertaining them?

Her brother and father are out there, somewhere in the vast reaches of space, unreachable and untraceable. Dead, maybe. It’s been months since their disappearance. Should they be anywhere near their spacecraft, their rations will have run out by now. The power of several crucial ship components will have died. They, along with Takashi Shirogane, will be left with nothing but their suits and minimal oxygen. Tools that aren’t meant to keep life sustained in outer space. 

They must be dead.

It’s very probable.

The paths of different events all vary. Their ship might’ve exploded, leading to an immediate death. There could’ve been a collision or an issue with pressure levels or a fire or a power outage. Or they might be just fine, without signal, and on their way back. They might’ve gotten a disease or entered a warp in space-time. They could’ve made contact with extraterrestrial life. Or, god forbid, the Garrison has abandoned them, leaving them stranded with malicious intent.

No matter what, their chances of survival are low.

It pains Pidge to think of. She doesn’t even have the privacy to cry herself to sleep at night about it. Her eyes remain rubbed raw and hugged by dark circles that grow more sallow and sunken by the day. She ignores the missing posters her mother has put up for her. Have you seen Katelyn Holt? She turns the other way.

Pidge tunes out the whole world. Chatty Lance and nervous Hunk, angry professors and egotistical commanders, worried family members and the suspicious police. Her old dog who must’ve picked up on the emptying house. Her high school that she ditched for good. Her name, gender, and identity.

Pidge tosses it all away. She will get to space. She will find her family.

It’s only when she’s tumbled into the back of a sentient robot lion with her team, a stranger, and pilot Takashi Shirogane does she realize how big of a leap towards her goals she’s taken. This is her chance. Lance dangles a golden ticket in front of her and she snatches it out of his hands. Pidge watches the ground go distant as he pulls the lever in the Blue Lion.

She never would’ve thought that it’d be Lance and Hunk, her idiot teammates, who’d bring her here.

It’d do her some good to be grateful. But here they are, goofing off, and—what’s this Voltron that everyone’s talking about? Pidge doesn’t have the time for such a large responsibility. If the princess could point a swift finger at her and call her a paladin, then she could find any new pilot for the Green Lion because Pidge is shackled to another commitment.

No one else thinks the same way. Lance and Hunk are staying. Shiro, her main lead, is staying. Keith, who had many angry words for her announcement of departure, is also staying.

She’s the odd one out.

She’s going to be searching all by herself in this unknown space.

All alone…

Then, the Castle gets attacked. She’s staying. Lance gets injured. She’s staying, guaranteed, but she’s not sure why her heart cries for him; she barely knows him.

Hunk’s lips tremble in the aftermath. His hands clench and unclench and he paces with no direction. Pidge pats him on the back while they wait for Lance to wake in the pod. Her sympathy bleeds towards him too.

It’s hard to explain—she hasn’t had friends before. Matt is her friend, but he’s her brother and he’s not even here. He’s missing.

Pidge knows that’s what this is: friendship. This is the olive branch, no matter how ridiculous looking and shaped, that she’s been neglecting for the sake of putting work first. She thought there’s no room in her life for friends, not now for certain and not friends who are so…distracting.

But Hunk ruffles her hair and gives suggestions for her prison detection program. Lance makes jokes that have actual humorous value—Pidge catches herself laughing at a few, to her dismay and his glee. They watch her back in battle. They vouch for her in discussions and they race around searching for Samuel and Matthew Holt without her having to explain the depth of her desperation. This thing is new—this lack of loneliness. This genuine camaraderie. Pidge finds herself wondering if the two of them would’ve given her this much heart and vigor had she opened up to them at the Garrison. She thinks, yes. They would’ve been there for her the same, whether on ground or in space. And she would do the same for them.

Because they are friends.

For my dear friend elli's (@bluemantics) event. Prompt: Garrison Trio

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Keith is scared of adandonment in the way of being discarded and Lance is afraid of abandonment in the way of being left behind

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TW: DEATH

His gun is cold as it digs into his cheek. Hands trembling around the metal, he tests how it sits against his shoulder, slender and powerful. Only, that isn’t right.

Without a person to hold it, this rifle is useless. It’s the same for Lance; without a gun, he is useless, to his team and the universe alike.

Lance never fancied himself a killer. He’d hoped to explore space through the windows of a ship rather than the scope of a rifle. Those big, wide panels shrank down to a small crosshairs when he first assumed the cape of Voltron.

Now, he cannot deny the truth. Holding his bayard, Lance is the one who lends it his power, who activates it by touch alone. He is the man who calls upon a weapon without second thought, knowing it will always answer.

Holding it always brings up complicated and warring ideas. Lance is so sure of his skill when he holds a gun, and yet, he hates that fact, hides from it when they are off the battlefield.

Crouched low, he shifts his weight left and right to get the perfect aim. His finger moves ever so slightly as he sucks in a low, deep breath.

“Mark?” Keith’s voice clicks over the comms.

“Hot.” Lance mutters.

Lance never fancied himself a killer, but he knows, when someone needs a quick death and Voltron can’t assume the publicity, it’s his duty. He is the one who will hide in the shadows and take on the memory. He will see the blood and the bruises and the slow descent.

Better him than anyone else.

“On your call,” Keith tells him.

Lance grits his teeth. His feet ache from supporting his bent legs. Still, he doesn’t move a muscle other than his hands, which echo with muscle recall.

One slow breath out, one click of the trigger, one recoil that he fights with all his strength.

Thud.

“My son!”

Without looking back, Lance slips into the shadows, retracing his path quickly before the bullet’s path can be tracked back to his location.

“Status?”

“Complete.”

As awful the beings he kills can be, it never gets easier to play God with their lives.

“My son!” A distant wail cries again.

Yes, he was a killer. A torturer. Evil, as real as the word gets.

Nevertheless, Lance forces himself to compartmentalize, tuning out the agony in his mother’s screams. He had a job to do.

His rifle is warm as he slings it over his back.

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him <3

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One of these is not like the others ;)

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SMILE.

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make a terrible comic day.... i missed it last year but not now

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imagine being only 20 years old, at the start of your adult life, but before you can make your dreams come true your city is bombarded and your family is forced to evacuate and now lives in a tent. this is what Ahmed has had to face, and now that Gaza is under siege again in the holy month of Ramadan he and his family are in danger once more.

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some kind of salvation

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dreamworks said Lance becomes a farmer after the war but they never mentioned what kind...

#aurafarming

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Yes, we eat this food, unfortunately, because even obtaining this food is very difficult. We eat it while closing our eyes, which cry blood from suffering and oppression. Where is life? Why don’t you care about me? I am losing hope because of the injustice of this world.

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Google says carbonated beverages weren’t invented until about a century after Jinu would have been alive. 🫧

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haha can u guys tell i rlly like keith omg what who said that

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Keith vs Allura to decide if he stays with the BoM or if he comes back to Voltron that ends up being a naruto ass fight with fucking flashbacks and emotional breakthroughs in the middle

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pissing him off