So…it happened. Keith and Pidge - B/SOTP - Takes place after S2E13: Blackout
Pidge caught Keith staring at Shiro’s chair on the bridge again. He did
that often, when he thought the others were asleep or out. He just stood there,
directly behind the Black Paladin’s console, his shoulders pressed down by some
invisible force, head ducked in heartbreak.
He grieved for the other half of his soul. Pidge could relate.
She wasn’t sure how to help, how to ease a suffering that might never be
ceased, but when she stepped up, the words just flowed from her mouth.
Aaaaand apparently I could make it even
worst than worst.
Imagine Allura going through the Black
Lion’s video and audio log trying to find something to help them
discover what happened to Shiro. But accidentally opening the audio
and video log of the moment Keith spent in the Black Lion.
Keith walking in slowly with a pained
expression, trailing his hand reverently over the Black Lion’s
console as he walk to the side of the pilot’s chair and sit down
beside it. And then the audio pick up;
“I don’t know what to do, Shiro. I’m
trying, I swear I’m trying. But I… I’m not you. I am not the leader
you believed I could be. And perhaps I never will…. Maybe I’m too
Galra for this to work after all…. We need you Shiro. The team,
Voltron need you… I… need you…” and in the middle of that
heartfelt and tearful confession Keith’s head thumped down on the
seat/side/armrest of the pilot chair, as his arms came up around
himself, trying to hold himself together.
And while the video and audio rolled
Coran, Hank, Lance and Pidge all walked in one after an other and
they all share saddened and guilty look. They didn’t mean to see
Keith at his weakest like that without his consent. And the room fall
into silence, until they are the shuffling noise of clothe moving
behind them and turn back to find that Keith saw them watching, and
has his head turned away stubbornly, arms crossed, looking world weary
and simply tired.
“He’s about as cuddly as a pissed off jumpin’ cactus,
Gabe,” McCree sighed.
“He’ll come around, Jesse,” Gabriel said, looking at his
reports, “He’s gone through something traumatic and he’s still recovering
physically and emotionally. Give him time and work that charm you’re so proud
of and he’ll come around.”
They had been talking about Genji and Jesse’s latest
attempt to make Genji feel at home. Jesse was now dusting off his freshly
stitched back together favorite shirt, shredded from the kiss of Genji’s blade.
Jesse was just grateful that Genji had spared his hat and was obviously going
more for scaring him rather than hurting him, but now he was pissed that Genji
had resorted to actually swinging at him to get him to go away.
“Right, I want ta have patience with wit’ him but he
keeps swingin’ that sword at me instead of just tellin’ me ta piss off,” He
grumbled, frowning down at his butchered favorite shirt.
“Patience and tell him if he keeps taking swings at
people we’ll ban him from carrying weapons on base,” Gabriel said.
“Right…” He groaned.
“…If you’re really tempted to help him, we have something
on file that might help you,” Gabriel sighed. He almost snorted when Jesse
“Hey, Genji!” Jesse smiled.
Genji was watching TV by himself, but turned to glare
daggers at Jesse, the red of the faux-irises in his eyes making the look that
much more cutting. But Jesse just kept smiling before holding up his peace
offering, a sleek black game console. Seeing it, Genji cocked one of his patchy
eyebrows and said nothing as Jesse took control of the TV to set it up.
“That should… do it!” Jesse grinned.
On the screen was a… arcade fighting game. Genji perked
up as Jesse fished two controllers out of the entertainment center and took a
seat on the couch. When he was handed a controller, Genji glared at first… then
hesitantly took the controller from a grinning Jesse.
“What do you want?” Genji said with bite.
“Genji, my friend, I am tryin’ ta make you feel like yer
welcome here,” Jesse grinned, “I don’t want someone on my team ta feel like
they’re a stranger ‘r they don’t belong. Ya welcome here, Genji.”
Genji was quiet for a moment before scoffing. Jesse
thought he would need to quickly jump out of the way of another slashing when
Genji genuinely smirked at him.
“I’m about to kick your ass, cowman,” Genji chuckled.
So that was how Jesse finally broke Genji’s prickly
shell, by getting his ass handed to him nightly through retro arcade games
ported to a game console. Some games he actually won, but most of the arcade
games Genji won. Each win seemed to make the cyborg ninja just that bit warmer,
so Jesse always tried to weasel as many games out of Genji as he could before
that prickly shell came back up.
“Jesus, how are you so good at these things?” He asked
after getting particularly spanked hard.
“I used to sneak out all the time to hit the arcade,”
Genji said distantly, “I got really good to impress the cute boys and girls of
He did not ask because the next moment Genji was taking
off. It went like that for a time, playing video games and sometimes Genji
would reveal snippets of his past. He had a brother but appeared to despise his
guts, both their parents had passed, because of his full body prosthesis there
was little that he could eat but he enjoyed the sweets that he could eat and he
enjoyed spicy foods even if he could only partially taste them. He once had
green hair to spite his standoffish father and sort of wished that he had the
time to do it again, he hated the color red but it was intimidating so he wore
it, he really liked pop like music and he loved mushy romance stories and hero
“Goddammit, not again,” He cursed again one night after
Genji had soundly beaten him again.
“I win again, friend,” Genji teased, sticking his tongue
out at him.
He said nothing about the ‘friend’ bit, just grinned and
elbowed the ninja again before challenging him to another round, smiling when
he saw Genji grinning out of the side of his eye.
Outside the school you came across an odd sight. Now that’s saying something giving you lived in South Park, so you were used to flying cows and alien abductions. But this was different. All of the guys in your grade were split into two groups and were staring down the other side. Curious, you walked over. “Hey dudes,” you said, “What’s up?” “Y/n!” Cartman yelled, “Get your bitch ass over here!” You arched an eyebrow an eyebrow. Kyle smacked him. “Don’t mind Cartman, Y/n. I know you’ll join us.” “Hold on!” Stan said, stepping up, “What makes you so sure she’ll side with you?” He looked at you. “Join us, Y/n.” You put your hands up. “Whoa, whoa. Hold on. Want’s this all about?” “Black Friday, ho,” Cartman said, pissed off, “Now come join team Xbox!” Realization dawned on you. This was the beginning of the Console War, the biggest war in gamer history. This was already a big decision, but to you, there was more to it. You, Y/n, were the only female gamer in junior year. You were a valuable asset to both sides. The decision you made would determine your life. It would make and break relationships. Xbox or PS4? You took a breath and chose…
“The hell are you talking about? Y/n will side with us,” Kyle said told Kenny. He turned to you. “Right, Y/n?” One look from you and Kyle knew something was wrong. “Y-y/n?” he asked nervously. “I’m sorry, Kyle,” you said, “PS4 controler has touchpad interface.” The PS4 side cheered as Kyle stared at you. “Y-Y/n,” he whispered. “God damn bitch is a traitor!” Cartman yelled. “Leave her alone!” Kenny ordered, his voice somewhat muffled by his hood. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Forget about them, Y/n. Come, I’ll show you our HQ.” With that, the PS4 army left, feeling quite victorious, and your new life began. It’s been a week since you joined Army PS4 and the effects of choosing sides were finally getting to you. At school, Cartman and Kyle ignored you completely. You really didn’t give a shit about Cartman’s fatass, but Kyle was your best friend. In fact, you wouldn’t dare admit it to anyone, but you had the slightest crush on him for a while now. Sometimes you wished you had chosen Xbox, but you preferred PS4 and what’s done is done. Kyle viewed you as a traitor now. It’s best to just move on. You sighed and stood up from the stump you were sitting on. ”Y/n?” You turned to see Kenny dressed as Zelda. “Hey, Kenneth.” Unlike the others, you didn’t have to him as Lady McCormick. This was one of the first things he told you when you joined. You supposed it was because you and he were best friends. And unlike everyone else, you called him Kenneth. He never complained so you went with it. “What’s wrong?” he asked, “You’ve been distant lately.” You shrugged “It’s nothing really.” Kenny sat down on the stump. “If it was nothing you wouldn’t be acting like this.” He patted the spot next to him. You sat down. “So what is it?” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. Kenny was your best friend. You knew you could tell him anything. “It’s Kyle,” you said. You felt Kenny stiffen next to you. “Ever since I joined he’s been ignoring me completely, like I don’t exist. And it hurts…” You poured your heart out to Kenny. He was just easy to talk to. As you talked, Kenny grew ridged, his hands balled in tight fists. Kyle. It was always Kyle. Kenny had liked you for the past year, always there for you. He’d saved your life so many times, but of course you didn’t remember. He was always there as a shoulder to cry on, always there when Kyle wasn’t. He had devoted his being to you and you still didn’t notice. You were blind to his affection, your eyes always on Kyle. You stopped talking when you noticed his harsh breaths, shaking with anger. “Kenneth?” you asked, placing your hand on his, “Is everything alright?” “No!” he snapped. You pulled away in shock. He had never yelled at you before. Kenny noticed your shock, but was too upset to care. He got up from the stump and began to pace in front of you. “Everything is not okay! You know why? Because you always care about Kyle. You always talk about Kyle. You only notice Kyle! You’re too focused on him that you don’t notice the person who fucking loves you! The person who lives because of you! And do you know who that person is?” You stared that being the only thing you could do. You froze in shock at his outburst, speechless. “Me!” Kenny continued, gesturing wildly, “”I fucking love you, Y/n! For like, a year now! Since the beginning of sophomore year! I always put you first. Whenever you needed me, I would drop everything and go to you! That time you called me at 10 at night because your parents had left on a business trip overnight and it was storming? You were terrified. I ran to your place and we had a movie night. Remember when Kyle asked you for love advice then used it to ask Rebecca to prom? I comforted you. Do you know how hard it is, to sit there and listen to you cry over him while I’m hopelessly in love with you?!” He was right. He’d always been there, through thick and thin. True Kyle was your friend, but whenever you were scared or needed advice, it was always Kenny you had turned to. Always Kenny. It’s like your head was telling you Kyle, reminding how sweet and funny Kyle was, but it was your heart that knew the truth, that paved the right path. The path to Kenny. The boy fell to his knees and began to weep. Slowly and shakily, you stood up and walked over to him. Kneeling down, you lightly placed a hand on his shoulder. “Kenneth,” you said softly. He winced at your voice but leaned into your touch, like he didn’t want to hear the rejection, but craved your touch. “Ken,” you said again. Slowly he looked up, turmoil raging in his blue eyes. “You’re right,” you said. “What?” he breathed, barely audible, but you heard it. “You’re right. You have always been there, Ken. Always come when I asked. It was never Kyle I went to for help or comfort. I see that now. It was always you, Kenneth, it’s always been you.” Your voice had started strong, but ended in a soft whisper. You placed a hand in his cheek. Kenny stared at you, bringing his hand up to place it on the one on his face. “Y/n,” he started to say, but was cut off when you placed your lips on his in a feather light kiss. Kenny froze, but nearly instantly kissed you back. Unlike the other girls, and a few guys, he’d kissed, he kept this one soft and gentle. You weren’t like those others who were just for fun or money. You were Y/n. Dare he say… his Y/n? Slowly, he pulled his lips away, leaning is forehead against yours. “Y/n…” he whispered, his eyes closed. “Yes?’ you breathed. Kenny opened his eyes. “Will… will you be mine?” he asked. His voice was quiet, hesitant. You smiled. “Of course.” Kenny smiled and leaned in for another kiss.