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HEY LETS DO A THING

[im_a_leg]

[Hunk's tired and covered in car grease. It's clinging to him over a thin veneer of sweat; that's what happens when you work with your hands for a living, his dad always said.

Pidge is on the other side of the room, leaning over her computer. He can't see her eyes though, just her screen whiting out the lenses.

He leans over.]

Hey. Hey, Pidge. Pidge.

YES IT'S A THING

[pidge_out]

[She's usually pretty good at tuning out the entire world when she's working on something. Usually. Hunk's is one of the few voices she allows to get through to her. Mainly because a lot of the time it's about whatever they're working on together.

They're doing separate things at the moment, but the reflex is still in tact.]

Yes, Hunk.

A THING THAT DOES A THING

[im_a_leg]

[Hunk flops backward. The cement floor they've been working on is cool, and as the dust and light metal flakes scattered around the work floor settle around him he squints at the ceiling.]

Do you miss it?

Pretty Woman AU for the_tailor

[pidge_out]

[When Lance wakes up the next morning, Pidge is gone. The apartment is empty and still and very, very quiet. But there is a message left on Lance's phone for him to read.]

hey it's pidge. sorry, had to run to work, but you can hang out and do whatever. i left money in the kitchen if you need to get food or something. spare key by the door if you have to go out. i'll be back tonight :)

[And true to her word, there is indeed a $50 bill sitting under a paperweight on the kitchen counter, complete with a post-it note that says "For food!" Other than that, Lance has completely free-range of the apartment. There's a giant TV in the living room with three different gaming consoles hooked up to it and a VR headset sitting nearby, and a desktop computer sitting in its own spot near the couch. The place is still a mess of pizza boxes and soda cans, and there are clothes strewn haphazardly all over the bedroom and bathroom; Pidge clearly didn't make an effort to try to tidy any of that before heading out.]

[the_tailor]

[Lance is disappointed when he wakes up in bed alone, but he remembers that, oh, right. Pidge has an actual normal day job. Still, he can't help but shift and cling to the pillow she'd been sleeping on for a bit as he tries to drag his mind out of slumber and not succumb to it again. Clinging to her pillow probably isn't going to help, though, so he reluctantly lets go and sits up with a large yawn.

He sees a light blinking on his phone, and goes to grab it, checking to see who's messaged him. And he smiles when he sees who he's from. Smiles even more at the message. Damn, she's thoughtful. Lance gets out of bed and pulls his underwear on, noting that he'll probably have to stop by his place soon to pick up actual clothing to wear throughout the week. That done, he goes to respond.]

have I told you lately that you're awesome

[pidge_out]

[It's a few minutes before she's able to respond, having been absorbed into her work for a bit. But as soon as she glances over and sees the alert on her phone, she doesn't hesitate to reach for it.

The message she reads makes her smile a little, shaking her head a bit as she starts typing.]

not sure. i can stand to hear it a few more times, tho

» pidge | camping shenanigans

[spacebaloney]

[There are very few chances where Team Voltron gets to lie low and just relax. For the last year it feels like everything has been running at full speed with someone mashing their foot on the gas pedal. Sleep was something held near and dear, grabbed a few hours at a time whenever possible, if not, the handful of minutes one got to snooze was as valuable as gold. That's why once the mess on Earth had settled down and those who sacrificed the most were laid to rest and memorialized (even Sanda, even if some people thought including her was just for show), Lance was grabbing Pidge and making a beeline for the garage where the Garrison cars were kept, telling her in as few words as possible that she needed to trust him no matter what. He had a plan brewing, something that's been rolling around in his head over the weeks they've been an official item, something Lance desperately wanted to experience with Pidge and Pidge alone.

So when he pulls over to park in an expanse of land that managed to survive the Galra attack unscathed, a spot Lance had picked out much earlier, it's nothing but silence. Well, technically not full silence, but no people, no humanoid shaped aliens, and definitely no Galra. It's just the sound of running water from a stream nearby and the beeps and chirps and an occasional buzz of Earth's fauna and flora that mean Lance and Pidge no harm.

Lance exits the car and moves to the trunk, coming over to Pidge's side of the car with a folded up tent braced on his shoulder and a large bag held in his free hand. He's grinning stupidly, like a fool who won the lottery, but he's determined to pass his excitement onto her.]

I know you hate the outdoors, but hear me out. I couldn't afford a hotel room and to be honest, I couldn't tell you where I would find one anyway that wasn't like some damp no-tell motel where creepers go, but I thought maybe we could go camping. You and me. No interruptions, no fighting. Just us.

[He really hopes she doesn't clam up at the word camping because they've come so far. It was a two hour drive over to this spot. There isn't even anything here that could kill them! Hopefully, anyway. The boy just wants to spend some alone time with his girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?]

alksmcl I JUST SAW THIS WEHHH

[pidge_out]

[The trouble with having been friends and teammates for as long as they have is that... Well. Pidge trusts Lance completely. The boyfriend/girlfriend label is still very recent, and unfortunately it compels Pidge to trust Lance even more. Of course that doesn't stop her from asking a million questions, trying to get Lance to spill the beans on where he's taking her for the entirety of the two hour drive out to... wherever this is.

It dawns on her before Lance even says the word, just as she climbs out of the car and gets a look around. They're out in the wilds. There's not a single building for miles. Lance has a tent on his shoulder. He's taken her camping.

She turns a wide-eyed gaze on him, simultaneously confused and horrified that he would just spring this on her from out of nowhere. But as soon as she looks at him - really looks at him - and sees how stupidly happy this idea seems to make him, the horror melts out of her expression. Because the fact is she's willing to try anything for him. And hey, if she ends up really not liking it, Pidge is 1000% certain that Lance would go out of his way to make it right.

Of course, the confusion remains.]

Why camping? Why all the way out here??

[spacebaloney]

[It clearly is too much to ask.

His heart drops at the look of absolute horror on Pidge's face, catching it before it fades away. This was a bad idea. Not even his company is good enough to maybe make the idea of being outdoors a little better. Lance was just so excited about being alone with his girlfriend--his very first!--that he was hoping that maybe the surprise would get Pidge excited too once she heard his reasoning for dragging her all the way out here. After all, it's been weeks since they've had a chance to be intimate, maybe even longer, and even if she wasn't in the mood for that, just being able to watch her sleep again would be awesome.

But Pidge looks utterly horrified, something he should have expected, and the smile on his face disappears like a kid who just been told Santa Claus doesn't exist and that big ticket gift was really bought by his parents.]

I just... I just wanted to spend time with you. Everything is so busy at the Garrison nowadays and my family is always in my face and... [Lance presses his lips together and turns around to put the supplies back into the car.] We can go back to the Garrison. It's fine.

[It's not really fine, but if Pidge is going to be unhappy, Lance would rather just make the drive back much earlier than planned. He'd really thought this out too, because aside from the tent, he'd remembered to pack some of the better creature comforts to make this more glamping than camping. Lance just didn't think much farther than that.]

gimme dat nasty

[spacebaloney]

[Call him short-sighted, but Lance spent all this time up in space deep in his excitement of actually being in space and being part of Voltron that he forgot many important things. All the reactions he slept through in Chemistry, his brother's wedding anniversary, the name of the girl who lived next door to him three years ago.

He also forgot that he was due for his twice yearly heat.

In a quadrant that lacks any suppressants fit for Omega status humans, it was only a matter of time before one of them on this Castleship presented themselves. Lance doesn't exactly know what Shiro and Keith are and he's assumed Pidge is an Omega, being a girl and all. And even with how he and Hunk are the best of friends, it's just not a conversation of who's what that has come up between them.

So it's no surprise that Lance has been feeling off all day. He woke up achy and sore and a little nauseous. As the day wore on, the feverish feeling grew stronger and by the time he managed to survive Shiro and Allura's team meeting on the bridge, Lance knew. The others probably knew as well because he was pretty sure he was starting to smell, even under all the layers of body spray he drowned himself in. There's not much hiding to it, but he was attempting to try anyway and perhaps this one time, it worked since no one was trying to shove him up against the wall. Or maybe he was just surrounded by fellow Os. Both good and bad luck. The worst kind of luck that has him speeding away from the control room as soon as Shiro sets them all free for the day, sweating beading along his forehead and neck, growing erection tenting his pants more insistently. He's not going to make it to his room at the far end of the ship at this rate and Lance knows it. He needs some kind of release just to take the edge off for a minute or two so he can walk without a mess in his pants.

A corner, any corner, will do. It's where Lance is right now, jeans pushed down halfway down his thighs with his dick in his hand, tugging on it as if his life depends on it, other hand fisted and pushed against his mouth to hold back any sounds, stinking up his little spot with the scent of an needy Omega in heat.]

ohhhhh shit

[pidge_out]

[The scent had been haunting her all day. It had been faint at first, and Pidge chalked it up to the smell of everyone's sweat from training and sparring or whatever. But then it started getting stronger. It definitely wasn't something natural to the castle, so it was absolutely coming from one of her teammates, so Shiro and Allura rounding everyone up onto the bridge for a meeting gave Pidge the perfect opportunity to pinpoint it.

It didn't take more than a second once she'd started moving across the room to sit at her station. As soon as she passed Lance on the bridge, the scent became overwhelming and Pidge visibly staggered mid-stride. If Hunk hadn't been walking right behind her, she likely wouldn't have made it to her spot.

And then of course she spent the entire meeting staring at him. Lance is an Omega. Pidge had assumed that either everyone had really good suppressants or that they were all Betas, leaving her as a lone Female Alpha. And it also leaves her realizing that she probably should've announced that when she admitted to being a girl as well. "I'm a girl. I'm an Alpha. But fortunately I have my pills from Earth in my backpack for my rut, so we're all fine here." At the very least it might've prevented Lance from wandering around the castle while smelling... like that.

She's never been one to not pay attention to Shiro and Allura's meetings, so there was no reason for them to suspect otherwise. It then feels like she's being allowed to let her eyes rove over Lance's form, noting the slight tremor in his fingers, the back and forth shifting of his weight. He's impatient. He's in heat. And either she's the only Alpha in the group that's affected by the smell or the others are idiots who haven't noticed it yet.

The second Lance darts down the hallway when Shiro dismisses them, Pidge is moving as well. It's like she's on autopilot, instinct taking over and driving her after him. Somehow she manages not to outright chase him, just walking briskly down the same path. But she can tell when he stops. Because that's when the scent starts to build and get stronger the closer she gets, and that's when she starts to run, face flushed and mind reeling with the simplest, most basic urge to find Lance and utterly ravage him.

And that's where she's at when she finds him, rounding that corner with one hand pressed to the nearest wall. Her face is red, her breathing ragged, and there's sweat forming on her forehead and neck already. She stares at him with dark, needy eyes, first looking to his face until her gaze flicks down to the dick in his hand and settles there, a soft groan in the back of her throat.]

[spacebaloney]

[Maybe someone should have noticed something was up with Lance much earlier. He didn't even react when Pidge stumbled near him, something unusual when he's almost always the first one to block any danger coming her way. The fact she spent so much time burning holes looking at him was also missed. It's hard to notice someone is ravishing you with their eyes when you're just trying to contain the basest natural urge from exploding all over the place.

If it wasn't for his nose, he wouldn't notice someone was coming his way right now. The smell of an Alpha shoves itself into his nostrils and while it's unfamiliar in the way he can't pinpoint who it's coming from, it's not unwelcome. Lance breathes deep, letting the scent envelop him and pour gasoline on fire taking over his body. He's harder than any human should possibly be and all the stink does is make him harder, dripping pre-come faster.

Pidge's soft groan pulls what little attention he can afford to give over to the intruder and Lance cracks one eye open, finding her standing in front of him. Dropping his hand from his mouth and immediately sliding it into down the back of his pants where he's slick already, he voices what few words he can think of.]

G-go away.

[There's no bite or shame behind the words, just need and a growing desire to be mated. He doesn't even turn away or stop his stroking. The idea that Pidge could be the one to ease the ache doesn't even occur to Lance. His brain is too foggy with that Alpha musk coming from someone who isn't giving him what he needs so desperately right now.]

» le promised clubbing

[spacebaloney]

[For this planet being lightyears away from Earth, it should be weird how they also believe in dropping the bass as hard as they possibly can, but it's not. Lance can feel the thrumming beat in the center of his chest, even if the alien music doesn't sound like anything he's heard before, and it drives him to move his hips in ways that rival even the sexiest of strippers.

But he is on no dance pole, instead pressing himself up against Pidge's back as she stands at the bar, shameless in his show of desire for her. Half of it is purely Lance being the horndog that he was born as and the other half is most likely caused by the sparkling purple drink he downed a few minutes ago. It was fruity and sweet and it prickled his throat on the way down, worryingly so, but now whatever was mixed into it is hitting his system and whatever reservations Lance had about showing his attraction to Pidge in public have blown away.

Not that he had any to begin with, the shameless asshole, but sometimes we like to pretend Lance has some concept of compunction.]

Let me order for you. You can barely see over the counter.

[No, don't. Don't do it to yourself, Pidge.]

[pidge_out]

[Personally, Pidge can't make up her mind about whether or not it was a good thing that Lance was allowed to pick out the outfits for this little side-trip. Of course she'd been able to make her own adjustments for comfort's sake, but the pants still feel just a bit too tight and the jacket she grabbed doesn't zip enough to cover her exposed midriff. And then of course... there's Lance to deal with. Lance all dressed up like a fucking model. Lance looking completely comfortable and in his element in the middle of an alien club. Lance moving his hips in ways that are downright hypnotic and---

No. No, Pidge has absolutely not been staring at him. That would be stupid. So what if he's looking hot tonight, he's always been a pretty boy and that's not her own opinion that's simply an objective observation. He's objectively attractive. Duh. So what. Obviously.

Which is why Pidge has been focusing very hard on trying to figure out what sort of drink she should be ordering and how to wave down the person on the other side of the bar. In fact, she's focused so hard on that that she lost track of what Lance is up to. So when she feels the warmth of him press against her back, she flushes bright red and jumps at the contact.]

L-Lance!! [She's kind of frozen there, staring straight forward, hands gripping at the counter. Somehow she manages to sound indignant.] I can order for myself, okay?! I'm not helpless here.

[spacebaloney]

[It was definitely Pidge's poor judgement in allowing Lance to be fashion police for the night. If she thinks her pants are too snug, then she clearly hasn't spent any time considering the state of his. The fabric of his jeans fits him like a second skin; how is he able to breath in those pants? One can literally see whether or not Lance is cut or uncut from a mere glance (and for those playing at home, definitely uncut and not lacking in the size department either.) His shirt clings to him as well just as much. No longer is Lance a skinny noodle, but now a solid mass of toned muscle from hours of Paladin training. Add in the thin layer of sweat that's beginning to coat his caramel skin and Lance McClain is a recipe for trouble.

And objectively attractive recipe for trouble. Right-o.]

Says you, Katie Holt, she of the Green Lion who can't even get the bartender's attention.

[With a wave of his hand, Lance manages to get the bartender to come over with an insane amount of ease. He orders himself another round of the purple stuff and a shotglass of something green for Pidge. Something green and flaming.

Throughout all this, Lance remains pressed up against Pidge, almost pushing her into the bartop, and holds up his drink for a toast once it arrives.]

No sipping. It's a shot, not taste test. Salud.

[stick_u_in_a_wormhole]

[hey what if sad au where ppl DIE or ALMOST DIE based on that art that broke my heart lol]

[pidge_out]

[i just saw this and also yes please :3]

Text - To Rapunzel, Anna, or Moana

[beautyrest]

You're never going to accurately guess who showed up in the castle today during court.

[letdownmyhair]

Oooh! Someone fun, I hope?

[beautyrest]

Well, fun, I suppose in a sense.

Prince *Hans* came to court today for two things.

1. To try and offer himself in lieu of Phillip since we're not yet married, and 2. To ask for father's aid against Anna's kingdom. He's going to come visit your kingdom next to ask for aid, make no doubt. He's trying to paint Elsa and Anna as ruthless tyrants ruling over their kingdom with fear of ice and snow monsters.

[tempredmental]

Then he said the sex was mediocre and that it was because of me
And that we could try again tomorrow

It was 100% mediocre because of him
And we will 100% not be trying again tomorrow

[pidge_out]

i totally called it. i called it and i TOLD you so. we should've bet on it. i could've profited off of your pain.

[tempredmental]

Wow pidge
your sympathy is overwhelming

FARMER AU

[book2thehead]

[Heizou could rarely be described as an impulsive person. Though to be fair, that's because it's rare for him to ever be hit with an impulse so strong that he actually feels the need to act on it. So maybe it's more accurate to say that until the events of that fateful day, Heizou was not much of an impulsive person. After all, it's not everyday that he watches the life fade from the eyes of someone he cared about. In the long hours that followed, his usually noisy, restless mind had gone completely blank, just a ringing in his ears while his body moved on autopilot. He wasn't even sure how he got home that day, or when he'd finished washing his friend's blood off of his hands, or when the Anemo vision ended up in them instead. The next thing he was really acutely aware of was having the single, all-encompassing thought that finally propelled him into action: I need to get out of here.

From there it was yet another whirlwind to get caught up in. Heizou packed a bag of only the essentials, left a note for his family to find in the morning, and set out in search of a new life in a new place. He'd heard that people were starting to return to the Tatarasuna area, so he let that initial impulse guide him onto the first boat headed out that way. On the way over he learned about an abandoned farm out there that wasn't being reclaimed by anyone, and so he decided to claim it for himself. Heizou doesn't know much about farming, but he's always been a quick study and good with his hands. He used to help his mother in her garden when he was little, at least until his father pulled him into his martial arts school with his older sibling.

It can't be all that different, right?

He tells himself that over and over as he stares out at the overgrown field in front of his new home. The few villagers he's met so far have been friendly enough, having already given him the tools he needs to get things started, but this farm is now his problem to deal with. He won't bother them further when he's still so new to the area. Besides, there's nothing like some hard physical labor to take his mind off of the life he's left behind. So he gets right to it, deciding to start with cutting down the trees that have started taking over the fields. It's hours before he starts to feel like he's made any progress, but at least the exhaustion is mind-numbing in a way Heizou kind of likes. Maybe this really is the best way for him to start over.]

[threebetrayals]

[Around lunchtime, a young girl about twelve years old comes to the edge of Heizou's property.]

'scuse me, Farmer-san?