requested

Voltron has always been known by the same old lions—even though some merch might say otherwise.

That was until, in the middle of an exploration, the Paladins stumbled upon another lion. Unlike the others, this one seemed… incomplete, as though it had been left behind or forgotten. Even Allura couldn’t explain its existence. Yet, despite its fragmented state, there was no denying the bond it shared with you.

the initial adjustment period was rocky—after all, Voltron’s dynamic wasn’t easily altered—but eventually, you earned the trust of the Paladins. But there was something different about your connection with Pidge.

until you overheard her talking to Lance on patrol. It started as their usual back-and-forth banter, but when the conversation shifted to you, Pidge’s tone turned defensive. Lance, ever the instigator, had been quick to tease her, implying feelings she stubbornly denied. "S-Shut up, I’m not into them!" she had snapped, the faintest tremor in her voice betraying her confidence.

And yet, those very words seemed to contradict what was happening tonight. The two of you sat side by side on the observation deck, surrounded by the vast expanse of stars. Pidge was engrossed in her coding, the faint glow of her screen reflecting off her glasses. Every so often, her eyes would flick toward you—quick, nervous glances that she thought you wouldn’t notice. But you did.

The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt… easy, almost comforting. The soft hum of the castle provided a gentle backdrop as you leaned back, gazing at the endless stars. Pidge, for all her focus on her work, seemed less interested in her coding than usual. Her fingers faltered over the keys, and she bit her lip, hesitating as though wrestling with something unsaid.