Kuron - Blog Posts
I’ve waited long enough...
I’ve waited long enough for good Kuron/Pidge material to appear and low and behold Season 5 practically gift wraps it for us.
We just gotta look closely.
Let me explain...
Can we just take a second to acknowledge just how out of control Kuron is getting after Haggar activates “Stage 4”? Boy full-on lashes out and threatens mutiny with the team.
BUT is still willing to hold Pidge back from Zarkon. Protecting the small angry tech nerd despite this “Stage 4”
Furthermore, they totally looked like an annoyed couple picking up Pidge’s dad at the airport after his flight was canceled.
Kuron was also incredibly upset during Pidge and Lotor’s argument. Dare I say, conflicted between his feelings (Pidge) and his programming (Lotor)?
During the part where they all nearly SUFFOCATED TO DEATH who was Kuron passed out next to?
Pidge
She also definitely looked rattled/offput by all kuron’s outbursts...she and lance need to have a talk...
Kuron never got close to Commander Holt, who was, supposedly, a well-respected colleague of his??? And no hug????
Pidge just seemed...off this season. Way more on edge and aggressive, maybe she noticed a thing or two but doesn’t want to accept it??? i.e.
She spending a lot of time away from Kuron.
Pidge just doesn’t seem as comfortable around Kuron anymore.
My conclusion: Kuron BEST step off my kids, someone needs to name this ship, and let’s get some good Kuron/Pidge content out there for rarepair’s sake.
Thank you all for coming to my ted talk.
Angsty Kuron/Pidge - Part 2 (Warning! Slightly NSFW)
Pidge Ship Week: Bonus Day 8 - Free Day
Which means that I gotta do some good ole fashioned Smutty Angst.
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He knew he shouldn’t be doing this.
He knew he shouldn’t be this close to her. His mind screamed at him to stop. Begged him to not do anything stupid.
Anything like this.
Anything that consisted of holding Pidge in his arms. HIS arms that is, not Shiro’s, where she THOUGHT she was. Anything that included pressing their lips together. Or following her to her room. But it was easy to do these things to her.
Heartbreakingly easily.
She let him in her heart with little resistance. So trusting, it made him sick and, at the same time, dizzy with glee. But…the hard part was convincing HIMSELF that the one she wanted was HIM, not the man he looked like.
That she wanted him, Kuron.
That the one who was supposed to feel the thin legs wrapped around his waist was actually HIM and not Shiro. The one who she wanted in her bed was HIM. HE was the one Pidge loved.
Not Shiro.
It was cruel to think otherwise. So Kuron chose to lose himself in her, in his lies. To lose himself in the way they dove down on her bed. In the way they moved together.
In the way the little woman before him peeled off her baggy shirt. Pale, freckled skin bare for him to see. Smiling against the vibrant blush on her face. Gold eyes shimmering in such a way that seemed to beg him to touch her.
He had to lie to himself then, that she loved him as he ran his hands along her skin. But God…did he love HER.
“Pidge.” Was all he could pant out as he rocked against her wet warmth. Hours, maybe minutes later. Naked in every way except the truth. His head buried in her hair. His voice practically BREAKING with need. Hands holding onto her like dying life.
“Oh God…Please…” Let him drown in her. Let him forget. Let him break and crumble underneath her gentle touch.
Let him be real in Pidge’s arms.
Let him fool himself in thinking that the one she was so eager to have between her legs was HIM. Let him lie to himself and say that the one she wanted in her bed was HIM. That the hands she wanted touching her chest were HIS.
Not Shiro’s.
She cried out, blunt nails scraping down his back. Catching on fabricated scars. Legs tightening around him. Shuddering and sobbing. And he tried not to think about how he deserved so much more pain for the lies he told her. For what they were doing right now.
She clung to him.
Kissed him.
Moved with him.
He didn’t last much longer after that. And, for once, he wasn’t riddled with guilt. Everything was just bliss. White-hot and gold. Everything was just her.
Pidge.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Even his whimpers were broken as he pressed kisses onto her neck, bare chest, and soft lips. Secretly, Kuron was happy. Ecstatic.
She was HIS now.
Not Shiro’s. Not Lotor’s. HIS. He finally had something to his name, something he could hold on to…
She smiled at him.
Skin slick with sweat. Glowing brighter than a candle. Bangs clumping against a damp forehead. She was a mess in his arms.
She was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.
“I love you to.” There, that look in her golden eyes. That’s what broke him. With her hands on his face, its what made him dive down to claim her lips once more.
It’s what made him forget.
Forget who he was. What they just did. He felt real. He felt like a normal, actual human wrapped in the arms of the woman he loved. God, if there even WAS one, let him stay like this. With her. With her love in his artificial heart. Let him be human with her. Their lips slotted together, messy and lazy.
Happy.
“Shiro…” Pidge breathed softly as her hands rubbed the red welts she left on his scar-riddled back. He stilled. Something vital draining out of him.
He broke.
Make no mistake, Kuron didn’t facially react. He just stared at the small, smiling woman below him. With the golden eyes soft with love. With the honey-hued hair sprawled all around her pillow. He traced the line of her bare shoulder.
His heart bleeding.
He should’ve known. Should’ve recognized that he could never be happy. Not when Shiro was all Pidge could see. Not when he wasn’t human in the way that mattered. Who was he kidding? She could never want HIM. She could never belong to HIM, despite what they just did.
Shiro still in her heart.
But for a second, a moment that will always haunt him, he had believed she had loved HIM, wanted HIM. Kuron looked down at the woman he loved. Who didn’t love him, not truly.
Not knowing whether to kiss her or kill her.
Ok but how about some Angsty Kuron/Pidge???
He knows.
He knows how much the person he's SUPPOSED to be, the person he is to Voltron, loves her. Loves that cunning little firecracker of a woman. He knows. He understands.
Because so does he.
But when she looks at him with those gilded gold eyes, how can he not want to break down then and there? How can he not want to grab her, shake her and tell her to look at HIM. Not who she thinks he is. Because every soft look, every smile she gives him...they aren't his.
They're Shiro's.
The man he looks like, sounds like, walks like, breathes like. The man everyone looks up to. The man Pidge loves. The man whose lucky enough to be the recipient of such precious affection.
And he can never be him.
No matter how much he wants to be.
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