Pidge woke up one morning, or as close to morning as you can get in outer space, covered in flower petals. She knew something was wrong. She had watched enough anime to know what was happening. It had to have been that damn flower she sniffed. The planet they had landed on was covered in venomous plants.
Pidge, being the Paladin of Nature, decided it would be an amazing idea to study up on the things that gave her and her Lion the energy they needed to win battles.
Allura had given them a run down on each plant, but there was something about this plant that drew Pidge in. It's sickly sweet aroma filling her head with thoughts of cotton candy, and bubble baths and... Keith? No.
Pidge walked towards the flower, absolutely mesmerized by the bright pink petals. They started a deep fuchsia at the center, and the colour lightened all the way out to the tips, where they reached a vibrant, almost neon pink.
Somehow, all the warnings Allura had filled her head with jumped out, and her only thought was, smell the flower, it's good for you.
Clearly not, thought Pidge as she looked around at all the flowers she must have thrown up throughout the night. Pidge took in a deep breath.
"It's okay. I can get through this." I just have to hide it from my team until Keith likes me back. "Oh fuck." She took a double take on all the flowers surrounding her. "I've really got it bad. And... for Keith?"
Pidge got out of bed, throwing her covers everywhere as she struggled to untangle herself from the sheets. Flower petals fell as she stood and she angrily marched to the shower.
Before she could even reach the shower in her room, she keeled over in pain, clutching her stomach and wondering how she had not woken up throughout the night from the sharp pains in her stomach. She was forced to open her mouth as the flowers pushed their way to the top of her throat.
He will never love you, a voice hissed. The same voice, Pidge realized, as the one telling her to smell the flower yesterday. You will live in this pain, until you die!
"No," Pidge said softly. "No, no, no!"
Pidge screamed in pain as she retched up another mouthful of flowers. Pidge pushed herself into the shower, suddenly smelling the sick scent of the flower from the day before. The aroma encapsulated her entire body, giving the disgusting, candy-like smell a body to travel with. Pidge turned on the shower and stepped in, without removing her clothes, allowing the scalding water to run along her, soaking the clothing she had fallen asleep in, as she had not bothered to change before going to sleep.
Never! the voice hissed again. Pidge screamed in agony, slamming her fist into the wall and feeling the shock reverberate through her bone. The pain in her arm was nothing compared to what she felt in her stomach, her heart, her mind.
Your mind is supposed to be your own, it is not something someone else should be able to infiltrate. They should not be capable of making you think thoughts that aren't your own.
"Pidge!? Are you okay? Whats's going on?" Lances voice rang through her room, the sound echoing into the bathroom. Pidge wanted to tell him to leave, but opening her mouth brought another bought of the poisonous, ill fating flowers, and as they spilled throughout the shower, falling from Pidge's hair and onto the wet, tile floor, all Pidge could feel was the pain, aching throughout her chest. She leaned her head against the smooth tile wall.
You will be alone forever. No one can love you! If you want this to end, you must take matters into your own hands! If he won't love you, find someone who will!
"Lance," she breathed. "You have to leave."
"Pidge? Where are you?" Lance's words rang in her ears. His voice was so smooth. And the way he said her name.
Look in his eyes, the pain will go away.
"Lance! You have to get o—" More flowers cut her off. She sank to her knees, but as she went down, she mistakenly grabbed the shower handle, tearing it from the wall and clattering to the ground.
In a bought of frustration, she hit the floor with the handle, shattering the small tiles beneath her. She screamed in pain, watching the petals fall to the ground as Lance burst in.
"Pidge?" he said softly, with the clear intention of not wanting to harm her any further with an abrasive tone.
"Lance," she started.
Look at him. The voice pierced her mind, like needles digging into her temples.
"Pidge, look at me." Lance knelt down and gripped her shoulders, roughly tearing her gaze from the ground. Before her eyes could meet his, she snapped her eyes shut with as much force as she could muster.
"Pidge, look at me!"
"I can't," she whispered.
Open your eyes!
"Pidge!" Lance shook her. She covered her eyes with her hands. The palms were sore, and she couldn't tell if it was blood or water that she pressed against her eyes. They were closed after all.
Open them! Now!
"Pidge what the hell is wrong with you?!" Lance grabbed her arms and tried to drag her hands away from her face. He was successful, but her eyes remained shut.
Open!
Pidge shook her head. "I can't, I can't, I can't!" she all but screamed.
"Why not!?"
Look! Or die!
"I don't know!" she yelled. Another sharp pain hit. More flowers came out.
"Pidge. What the hell?"
"There is someone, in my head." Pidge reached up blindly, grasping onto what she thought was Lances's face.
"And, she's telling me, that I need to look at you. That it will make the pain, go away. But that can't happen. Because Keith doesn't love me back. So I'm going to die." Pidge removed her left hand from Lance's face to pull more flowers from her mouth, but she swore she felt him tense up under her right hand.
"You, love Keith?" he said it more as an observation than a question. That was the last thing she remembered before giving in, and opening her eyes.
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"You, love Keith?" Lance felt his heart sunk into his stomach. Pidge finally opened her eyes. Lance breathed a sigh of relief, until he realized they were clouded over. It was barely noticeable, but this close to her, Lance could see the shiny pink lustre coating her eyes like a film.
"At least, I thought I did." Her head cocked to the side and Lance found himself absolutely smitten for this girl. She giggled slightly. "Did you get me all of these flowers?" Her giggling grew louder and more enthusiastic.
She pushed Lance to the ground, climbing over his legs to straddle his waist. He pushed his upper body off the floor as Pidge cupped his face in her hands. Her wet clothes dropped water across his pants and along his shirt. She leaned in to kiss him, and Lance leaned forwards too, only to stop himself as her lips brushed his jaw.
"No, Pidge. You love, Keith. Not me. This is the poison. It's not you."
"Do you smell that, Lance? What does it smell like?"
"It smells like... you."
Kiss her. You've wanted this for so long. A strange, unwelcome voice hissed in his ear. Lance felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, right beneath where Pidge sat on his waist. Lance turned his head to the side, and flower petals flew from his mouth.
Kiss her and your problem will be solved, said the voice.
Lance wanted to fight it. He truly did. But the voice in his head made a good point. He had wanted this for a long time. And Pidge was right there.
He leaned forwards to capture her lips in his, and that's all he remembered before his mind went blank.
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Guys it's four in the morning and I forgot how to spell the word petal halfway through writing it.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE KIDGE HANAHAKI BUT I GOT REALLY CARRIED AWAY I'M SORRY
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I don't know what happened, I'm really sorry. I guess Plance is my new favourite ship, and this is what happened. I really did try to incorporate Kidge, but if it's not to your liking, I give you full permission to unfollow me. But for now, it's 3:52 am and I'm going to write some more stuff. Peace out!
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