18: “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

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Warning: Implied character death (I. Um. Oops?)

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“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had.” Pidge lets their head fall back against the wall, smiling as Lance sputters indignantly.

“You say that about every plan I have!” he protests. “You said that about the time I tried to fit twelve space marshmallows in my mouth—“

“You almost choked that time.”

“—And the time I tried to organize a parade after we saved a planet—“

“You caused an interplanetary incident that took Voltron to resolve.”

“—And don’t even get me started on how much you complained about Operation: Get Our Clueless Gay Leaders Together—“

“Okay, that was the stupidest plan you’ve ever had, but it somehow worked. How did you do that?”

They make eye contact in the dimness, and break into simultaneous slightly-hysterical giggles. Lance leans heavily into their side, breathing shaky as he calms down. “I honestly don’t know. I think you and Hunk trying to stop me was just as responsible for it as I was.”

Pidge pushes their face into his shoulder, sharp edge of his paladin armor digging into their cheek. It grounds them, pulls them back from beckoning darkness. “We’re not going to make it out of here,” they mutter into the fabric of his suit.

“Nope.” Lance reaches over and tips their head up until he can press their foreheads together. They don’t kiss; this feels too heavy for that. But they tremble against each other for just this moment, breathing the same too-hot air, and it seems to force some feeling back into Pidge’s legs.

“Okay,” they say carefully, leaning back and meeting his dark gaze. “This is definitely the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

Lance smiles, squeezes their hand, heaves himself to his feet. “After you, Pidgeon.”

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