Cale In A Haunted House (humming) : Ghosty, Ghosty, Ghost...

- How fast can you run ?

- ... how far can you go ?

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Quick and dumb headcanon :

Pidge and Keith separetely discovering that, actually, the castle's vents are just great when they need alone time in a place both away from their own room and with minimal stimuli (and somewhere they could successfully avoid the others can't be found easily by the rest of the team).

Cut to the first time they awkwardly stumble upon each other :

Pidge :

Keith :

Pidge : Let's just…

Keith : I'm just gonna…

Pidge and Keith (Proceeding to crawl past each other) :

Also, also, so many possibilities :

- Them bickering on the regular over that one favorite spot because God damnit Pidge I was here first !!

- Them, sometimes just sitting quietly next to each other while coding, reading or taking a nap.

- "What happens in the vents, stays in the vents." (It's all about them talking shit and spilling tea about their last diplomatic mission. (More rarely, about quiet confessions of loneliness and fear, painful talks of sadness disguised as anger. About comfort, too.))

Anyway, Pidge & Keith, local queer space vent cryptids, my beloveds.

!!!!!! This is so cute ! Thank you thank you thank you !!

Keith and Lance, sitting next to each other at the table.

Lance is talking animatedly with the rest of the team, all loud voice and expressive hands.

Keith is just calmly sitting there, eyes on a space orange Voltron received from the last people they saved, carefully peeling it.

Lance is still talking when Keith taps a finger on his shoulder. Lance turns to look at him, tirade and movements interrupted, one hand still suspended in mid-air.

Without a word, Keith drops a segment in his palm before turning back to eat one himself.

Lance stares at the segment in his hand. Then at Keith. Then back at the segment.

His face decides to promptly combust.

"7 fics" sounds both amazing and terrifying Thank you for your dedication 🫡

We shall keep screaming in hope for the great void to answer our plea

Quick and dumb headcanon :

Pidge and Keith separetely discovering that, actually, the castle's vents are just great when they need alone time in a place both away from their own room and with minimal stimuli (and somewhere they could successfully avoid the others can't be found easily by the rest of the team).

Cut to the first time they awkwardly stumble upon each other :

Pidge :

Keith :

Pidge : Let's just…

Keith : I'm just gonna…

Pidge and Keith (Proceeding to crawl past each other) :

Also, also, so many possibilities :

- Them bickering on the regular over that one favorite spot because God damnit Pidge I was here first !!

- Them, sometimes just sitting quietly next to each other while coding, reading or taking a nap.

- "What happens in the vents, stays in the vents." (It's all about them talking shit and spilling tea about their last diplomatic mission. (More rarely, about quiet confessions of loneliness and fear, painful talks of sadness disguised as anger. About comfort, too.))

Anyway, Pidge & Keith, local queer space vent cryptids, my beloveds.

Keith and Lance, sitting next to each other at the table.

Lance is talking animatedly with the rest of the team, all loud voice and expressive hands.

Keith is just calmly sitting there, eyes on a space orange Voltron received from the last people they saved, carefully peeling it.

Lance is still talking when Keith taps a finger on his shoulder. Lance turns to look at him, tirade and movements interrupted, one hand still suspended in mid-air.

Without a word, Keith drops a segment in his palm before turning back to eat one himself.

Lance stares at the segment in his hand. Then at Keith. Then back at the segment.

His face decides to promptly combust.

"Never trust the rumors" but you're the one they underestimated

VS

"Never trust the rumors" but you're the one who might have made a mistake

Keith : (cares deeply, gifts peeled space orange)

Lance : ?

Lance : …

Lance : ???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Keith and Lance, sitting next to each other at the table.

Lance is talking animatedly with the rest of the team, all loud voice and expressive hands.

Keith is just calmly sitting there, eyes on a space orange Voltron received from the last people they saved, carefully peeling it.

Lance is still talking when Keith taps a finger on his shoulder. Lance turns to look at him, tirade and movements interrupted, one hand still suspended in mid-air.

Without a word, Keith drops a segment in his palm before turning back to eat one himself.

Lance stares at the segment in his hand. Then at Keith. Then back at the segment.

His face decides to promptly combust.

Quick and dumb headcanon :

Pidge and Keith separetely discovering that, actually, the castle's vents are just great when they need alone time in a place both away from their own room and with minimal stimuli (and somewhere they could successfully avoid the others can't be found easily by the rest of the team).

Cut to the first time they awkwardly stumble upon each other :

Pidge :

Keith :

Pidge : Let's just…

Keith : I'm just gonna…

Pidge and Keith (Proceeding to crawl past each other) :

Also, also, so many possibilities :

- Them bickering on the regular over that one favorite spot because God damnit Pidge I was here first !!

- Them, sometimes just sitting quietly next to each other while coding, reading or taking a nap.

- "What happens in the vents, stays in the vents." (It's all about them talking shit and spilling tea about their last diplomatic mission. (More rarely, about quiet confessions of loneliness and fear, painful talks of sadness disguised as anger. About comfort, too.))

Anyway, Pidge & Keith, local queer space vent cryptids, my beloveds.

"Never trust the rumors" but you're the one they underestimated

VS

"Never trust the rumors" but you're the one who might have made a mistake