Kidge Winter Event

Kidge winter event

Day 6: Mistletoe/Movies

Christmas didn't exist in Altea, so Coran was very surprised when Lance asked him if they could celebrate it with their families at the new Castle of Lions. Keith remembered how complicated it had been for all of them to explain each tradition to him, and since they came from different cultures, each paladin had different traditions for that joyous day. He remembered how Lance boasted about the gifts to give to everyone, while Hunk talked about the cooking competitions with his family, while Pidge explained the religious reason in which she had been rigorously educated by her parents. Of course, Keith also had traditions that had been passed down to him by his father, and which he had continued to do after his death. However, Coran liked the idea, so he immediately nodded and accepted the proposal. For a week, the castle was in total commotion as robots hung pine garlands, branches, and fairy lights throughout the castle. The ballroom had been decorated and illuminated, and in every corner one could find small or large Christmas trees, and for a moment, although he hated large parties, he thought it was a nice thing to get all together on a day that it was Allura's commemoration.

December 24th arrived quickly, and all the families and important friends of the paladins showed up at the Castle of the Lions elegant and smiling. The foods that Hunk had carefully cooked together with his and Romelle's group accompanied the buffet of appetizers full of laughter, smiles and harmony, and for a moment everything seemed perfect in Keith's eyes. At least until the Holt family arrived, late, but not without smiles and elegant clothes; and as soon as he saw Pidge in a gorgeous, elegant green dress… well… that was more than perfect for him. The dress was a simple green dress with thin straps, a skirt with layers of tulle that fell above the knee but reached the calf at the back, a V-neck and stockings that perfectly reflected the color of her pale and warm complexion . She smiled and sat at the table apologizing to everyone for being late, while he watched her move around the room. Hell, it took Hunk to lock his jaw shut! But only then did he realize that, damn, she was now twenty years old and no longer a little girl, but it had taken such an elegant, tight and feminine dress, that it had surely been Colleen's idea, to make it for her. note? Apparently yes, but apparently that stupid reaction of his made someone else understand something else, even if in fact it didn't take him long to understand it. His cheeks colored every time he looked at her from behind or in front, even though he didn't have this effect with the other girls, who were dressed more or less the same.

Lance had approached him while he was drinking a glass of champagne in the corner of the party a few minutes after eleven while everyone else was dancing, an evil smile on his face.

“How's it going?” He laughed, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.

“Good…”: Keith replied, shrugging and taking a sip of the yellow, gaseous liquid, hoping it would stop the slight blush on his cheeks, while he looked at her from across the room talking to Matt and Curtis.

“Pidge looks beautiful tonight, doesn't she?” Lance chuckled, hitting that sore point Keith had hoped he wouldn't mention, and in fact he almost choked on his champagne.

“W-What? Well, in short... It's the usual Pidge...": he stopped his embarrassment by wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Do you really hope that I believe you? Poor naive person, we all saw that as soon as she entered on your face exploded little hearts ...": he sighed, shaking his head.

"Everyone?": he turned pale: "Even her?"

“I don't know, either she's the only one who hasn't noticed or she's too kind to pretend nothing happened”: he replied.

“AH”: Keith nodded: “So what should I do now…?”

“You definitely can't miss her, I mean, look at her! She is smart, strong, smart and beautiful! Once upon a time, I admit, I would have questioned the fact that she was cute but now, man...": he interrupted the sentence, but the other immediately understood where he was going. For Keith, beauty was a subjective thing, and after seeing different alien races in so many physical aspects they had made him believe that, rightly, beauty wasn't that important, but then why was he now so attracted to her in that way? Once, as paladins, he was amazed at her strength and speed, her ingenuity and her mentality, perhaps it was that attraction that returned to the surface after all that time that made him react that way?

“You can't escape from love…”: his father always repeated every time he placed a mistletoe leaf on the ceiling. He always said that he did it because his mother liked that tradition, and that therefore for him it was like a symbol of hope that she would return. This had always made baby Keith cry.

“I didn't mean that…”: he shook his head: “I mean… How… How do you conquer a woman?”

"Oh! Wow! I never imagined I would have to give this speech to lone wolf Keith Kogane!”: Lance laughed.

“Just answer!”: he whispered, embarrassed and with his face on fire. Lance simply pointed to a small archway at the end of the room, where there was some mistletoe tied with a red Christmas bow.

“Are you kidding!?”: Keith shook his head, feeling his cheeks as red as his former uniform.

"Why not?"

“Because that's in front of everyone, you idiot!”

“Oh, well, then what's another one in the corridor before the stairs and the bathroom, almost no one ever goes there!”: he explained.

“Okay!”: He grumbled, rubbing his cheeks to reduce the blush. He looked back across the room at Pidge, who was standing up and giving Matt the glass of water. From her lips and how she pointed to the door he could assume she was going to the bathroom, perfect.

“It's your time!”: Lance exclaimed, giving him a pat on the shoulder that almost made the champagne fall. He growled for a moment, then sighed and with slow steps headed towards the door. Once he crossed the threshold he could see a short corridor lit only by the classic blue neon lights of the castle and by a few light lights on the stairs to the left, which had a small mistletoe plant on the ceiling at the beginning. He was alone for the moment, although he could hear the water running from the bathroom not far away, so he decided to lean on the start of the stair railing without rushing and waiting for her. Pidge came out a short time later waving her hands at the ground as if to dry them and when she looked up she jumped slightly.

“Keith, you scared me!”: she laughed, approaching him and leaning on the pillar as well.

“It's been a while since we talked, alone and as friends I mean…”: he sighed, and thanked heaven that the alcohol was finally having its effect, making his tone much calmer and sedate and his cheeks less reddish.

“Yeah…”: she nodded: “I've been pretty busy with the Garrison…”

“I know…”: he replied, looking up once again towards the mistletoe. After all, it was he who told Coran to put a few leaves hanging here and there around the castle, after all it was his tradition, and each paladin had been pleased with an important piece of their culture: Lance had embellished the tree and the gift packages with colored shells, Hunk had shared much of the traditional food on the menu, Shiro had bought lights of all kinds and Pidge had managed to steal an old nativity scene from her mother.

“Anyway, I was surprised to hear that your Christmas and your traditions are different from everyone else's…”: Keith confessed, looking at her.

"What can I say? My parents are very religious and then the traditional Italian Christmas is much less complicated than the American one. There's no mistletoe, Christmas Eve parties, stockings hanging on the fireplace...": she sighed: "You only see all this in those horrible Christmas films..."

“Have you really never imagined a kiss under the mistletoe?”: he asked.

“A kiss under the mistletoe? We don't even use mistletoe...": she shook her head.

“Oh, well, it kind of sucks… I thought everyone did that…”: Keith admitted.

“But, now that you make me think about it, it would be nice…”: she thought, thinking out loud: “It seems romantic…”

“It is…”: he nodded.

“Have you ever tried this?”: Pidge asked.

“No, I've never had the opportunity, like you…”: he shook his head.

She sighed, looking at him and then moving her gaze to the green leaves above his head. She looked around the empty hallway as loud sounds of music and laughter could be heard from the front door. Sometimes you could even hear someone yelling about the Christmas countdown.

“What if this was an opportunity?” She finally found the courage to speak, and he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Really? Would you like it?”: he asked shocked.

“Well, yes, just to try, and then we can just forget everything…”: she shrugged, moving away from the column and opposing him.

“What does it tell you that I want to forget?”: He followed her example, approaching her and looking down at her; she had grown and stood tall, but he still towered over her.

“And what does it tell you that I don't want to forget either?”: she replied in the same way. They both smiled as they slowly approached, moving backwards slightly so they were completely under the mistletoe. Shouts could be heard from the main room, probably the countdown had started.

“5!”

Her arms wrapped around his neck, gently massaging his tense muscles and jaw, adjusting the collar of his red shirt. Likewise he grabbed her waist, pulling her as close as possible and studying her hips with his fingers through the delicate fabric of her green dress.

“4!”

His hands moved from her hips to her cheeks, stroking them gently and looking into her eyes. With a slow gesture he moved her glasses, moving them above her head, definitively freeing those golden and shining eyes of hers.

“3!”

She looked into his eyes, drowning in that work of art of purple colors and shades. Maybe that was the only way she could tell that part of him was Galra. She wet her lips slightly, and, even though she had never done it, she didn't feel scared or embarrassed. Maybe it was Christmas that gave such a magical atmosphere?

"2!"

They came closer, again and again, closer each time. His hands fell to her sides again, while her arms wrapped around his neck as she moved on tiptoe despite the small heels she wore, and he bent over.

“1!”

Their lips joined with heat and passion, carried away by each other's taste as they gave impetus to what they had desired and hoped for for years.

"Merry Christmas to all!"

Kidge winter event

Day 2: Chrismas tree/ Jacket

Pidge opened the dusty cardboard box, taking a cloth and dusting the small Christmas baubles and decorations. Not far from her, Keith was busy decorating the green, symbolic pine tree with adorable fairy lights. “Are you really sure? Green and red?”: he looked at her, and she responded with a simple amused look. “The question is why not? They are the colors of our original lions…": she shrugged her shoulders amused: "I mean, it's become a family tradition now!" She waved her wedding ring finger proudly and Keith couldn't feel happier in that moment. After spending the last eight years as engaged couples, he managed to take some courage out of her last year, finally putting that ring on her finger. “And your family traditions?”: He laughed at her, looking at her. “I'm a Kogane now, Kogane, the Holts are a thing of the past…”: she joked, blowing on a particularly dusty decoration. “I'm sorry to disappoint you but my father didn't have any Christmas traditions…”: he sighed, taking the small group of baubles that she had just finished dusting and decorating the tree. “Well… Traditions have to start from someone, right?”: she asked, with a tone as if it were more a reasoning said aloud or a question for herself. He chuckled as she hung some baubles, alternating red and green ones with some small branches or gold accents. After all, it was almost Christmas. “No no no! There are too many red ones!”: she shook her head, pointing at the entire tree with her index finger. “But I hung all the balls you gave me…”: Keith snorted. “Of course, because Kosmo broke the others last year…”: she replied, pointing to the space wolf who was calmly lying on the large white sofa looking at the thick snow. Theirs was a relatively large house: an open space with kitchen, living room and dining room with a wall covered in glass so they could see the bush that surrounded it not far from the Garrison, while upstairs there was a small study, a laboratory and two bedrooms. Furthermore, Keith had insisted on having a huge underground garage. “Never mind, it means we'll buy more…”: he shrugged his shoulders, whistling at Kosmo who raised his head. “Now?!”: she stood up, looking at him in surprise: “Would you like to go out for some Christmas decorations in a snowstorm?!” “Why not?”: he chuckled, while she rolled her eyes. “Because even though we are married, this house is registered in my name, which means that whoever is in here is under my power and control”: she crossed her arms over her chest: “Put simply, you are not going there” “I need more if you want me to stay…”: he chuckled, looking her up and down. “Okay!”: she blushed, snorting. “You have to pick me up to put the star on, I can't reach it…” He laughed at her seeing her like that. Every time she admitted something so embarrassing, especially if it involved her height, her cheeks would turn that red that always made him laugh. “Okay…”: he nodded, picking her up bridal style and carrying her back to the living room. He let go of her so she could reach for the large gold star, but when he took it back, Pidge let out a small cry of surprise as he placed her on his back over his shoulders. “Keith, you asshole!”: She swats her feet hitting his chest. "What's up? Do you like the view from up there?”: he teased her while she sighed. And then, she placed the star on the tree.

One of my family's traditions is to have the tree decorated every year with different colors or combinations. This year I proposed red and green as colours, but my mother didn't like it at all… Never mind, I'll try next year…

FORGOT TO REPOST BUT THIS IS SO PRECIOUS!!!

Day 4 21 Winter holidays

Christmas was never Katie’s favorite holiday. She was more partial to Halloween cuz free candy and scary movies. Then there was the 4th of July cuz fireworks. Does she need to say more?

Christmas break was fun, but not the actual day. Her mom always wanted her in a frilly dress. Then there was the pre-holiday cleaning, post-holiday cleaning, and then, of course, the family obligations. Wear the ugly sweater. Go play with your cousins. Sit at the kiddie table. Don’t correct your aunts or uncles when they say stupid things. The list goes on and on, but Katie absolutely hated it.

But today, she put that all out of her mind. Because Keith didn’t have a favorite holiday. In fact, Shiro let it slip this was his first real Christmas in over ten years. And Krolia’s first. She wanted him to feel the real magic. Which to her meant snow on Christmas day. So, since they didn’t have snow here…Katie began planning.

Hunk and Matt were quickly recruited. It wasn’t like it wasn’t possible because they had ski slopes, but what Katie wanted was a bit…more. So they adjusted, tweaked, and improvised. Christmas morning, after presents, Katie excused herself and hit the button. Waited. And then loudly exclaimed, “OH MY GOSH! Krolia, Keith-come out here!”

Grinning madly, she waved her hands and finally pulled Keith to the middle of the lawn. The look on his face was worth all the sleepless nights and hard work. At some point, everyone was outside, and Lance and Hunk were having a snowball fight. Shiro and Matt were running around, sliding around like maniacs. Krolia was examining the snow like it was precious gold.

And Keith hugged Katie, “Thank you.”

Katie pulled back, “What are you talking about this is a freak snowstorm that was caused by the alternating fronts of ~.”

Keith suddenly pulled her close, lowering his forehead to hers. “I love you. So much.”

Katie felt her face turn hot and muttered, “Well, you could give me a kiss if you, um, want.”

Keith whispers, “Well, I think the magic you created needs an equal magic like the law of …well fuck, I don’t know. How about we find a quiet place, and I can show you how much magic I have.”

Kidge winter event

Day 4: Winter Holidays

(This is a Modern AU)

The Christmas holidays: a real break for students with the end of the first quarter. Katie sighed as she placed the large cup of hot black tea on the white saucer. She looked impatiently at the clock: four sixteen in the afternoon, she had been there for almost an hour now. Next to her, on the comfortable sofa with red cushions, her heavy canvas bag was still placed with notebooks and notes from the quarter inside. The beautiful bar door opened and a small bell rang while the sound of heavy rubber boots got closer and closer until it reached her with a wave of petrol and mint perfume. “Sorry for the delay, there was a lot of traffic due to the snow…”: the man smiled sheepishly, taking off his gray hat and red jacket: “I should have sent you a message, I know, it's my fault…” “Don't worry…”: Katie giggled: “The important thing is that you're here, Keith..” He smiled. After the unfortunate events of last year they had stopped seeing or writing to each other, and now they had finally had the courage to talk about it. What had happened between them was just a misunderstanding, a bad joke and a bad mistake. The summer had been hell for both of them. “I just wanted to say that I'm sorry I didn't call you or… just hear from you…”: she sighed, bringing the cup to her lips and taking a sip of the hot drink. “I didn't call you either…”: he replied: “We are equal in many aspects…” There was a brief pause in which neither of them could speak. Katie was casting her mind and memories back to the events of the past year, their effects and causes. They had been best friends throughout high school and middle school, and even when he dated Acxa in her junior year, breaking her little heart, she never betrayed their friendship. She had simply pretended nothing had happened; she had moved on with her life and her studies, also finding a kind and willing boyfriend to fill that void in her chest. All it took was some alcohol and a big Christmas party at Lance's house to make them sleep together, cheating on their partners at the same time. “How did Acxa cope?”: she asked, finding any excuse to speak and interrupt that deafening silence. “We argued, of course, but then everything went well…”: he replied, tapping his fingers nervously and slowly on the polished wooden table. “I'm happy…”: she nodded: “James and I broke up…” That had no relevance, however it was right that he knew it too. Apparently he had caught them making out at the party and when Katie returned to the apartment they shared the next morning, the suitcases were already packed and ready by the door while the furniture was bare of all her things. “I've always hated that asshole…”: Keith groaned, “You have no idea how much I wanted to punch him when you told me you were dating…” She bit back a small, amused smile, then cleared her throat. “What do you think we should do now?” She asked, playing with her fingers as he looked up at her for a moment. “What would you like to do?”: he asked in turn. “I don't know, become friends again and bury what happened? I don't think Acxa will be happy to know that I'm your best friend again after what happened…": she shook her head. “Acxa is not the problem, she and I decided to end our relationship a few months ago. Now she's with Veronica..”: he informed her. “OH…”: she squeaked in surprise: “I'm sorry…” “Don't be, we just talked calmly and came to the conclusion that everything was simply not as we had imagined…”: he explained. “And how would you have imagined it?”: she asked, daringly. “With a special person who has always been next to me, but who I was so blind as not to see completely…”: Keith looked at her with a slight smile, devouring her through his eyes. “Are you saying that after years I can be with the person I've always loved?”: she asked, as he moved next to her. "It depends on you…" Katie smiled. All of that was enough. She pulled him down for a kiss.

Shine

(A kidge fic)

Keith always liked looking at the stars. When he was younger, he'd stay up, gaze at the stars, make up names for them, and hope to see them up close one day. Now, older and having seen thousands of stars, the magic of stargazing had faded.

But when Shiro suggested stargazing on the Garrison roof, Keith agreed. A week after the Garrison hospital, they were allowed some fresh air.

The paladins gathered on the roof, chatting, laughing, and as night wore on, one by one, they left. Only Keith and Pidge remained.

As Lance and Hunk left, Keith turned to Pidge. "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Nah, not yet," she yawned. "You?"

"Nope. But why don't you sleep if you're tired?"

"Why do you think I'm tired?" Pidge turned toward him.

"You just yawned."

"Well, I might be a bit tired, but even if I am, I can't sleep. Once I hit the pillow, my head gets filled with thoughts, and I end up working on my projects until I fall asleep. So going to bed now is unnecessary; I'm not exhausted enough for that."

"Hmm, I see." Keith turned toward her again. "What kind of things come to your mind when you're trying to sleep?"

"Various things, really." She lay down on the cold roof, gazing at the stars.

"Ah." Keith lay down next to her, his gaze also traversing from one star to another. They remained in that comfortable silence. It had been a long time since they had been alone together, a bit too long for both of them.

"I remember how beautiful the stars used to be when I was younger. I'd stare at them with my telescope for hours," she sighed. "Matt used to tell me everything about them, and then we would imagine stories and give them names. I miss that time."

"Right? I used to stargaze a lot too. I always felt like there was something more to it, as if Earth wasn't my home after all. But now that we've discovered a big part of the universe, I don't really know anymore. Stars don't amaze me as much as they used to."

"I get it. I feel the same. But still, stargazing is amazing. It remains pretty relaxing, and I'm pretty sure I'll fall asleep any minute now." She yawned, closing her eyes.

"It is pretty nice." Keith turned toward her to discover that she had fallen asleep. "Geez, you can't sleep in your bed, but you're able to fall asleep on the ground or basically anywhere that is not your bed."

He sat and smiled. To him, it was cute. She was cute. Seeing her sleep so peacefully gave him that strange feeling in his chest.

"You know, you're the prettiest star. I wish I could tell you this when you're awake."

In response, Keith heard only a soft snore. He sighed and, finally, took her in his arms to carry her back to her room.

And the stars, present throughout the entire scene, would keep his secret forever.

A/N: sorry I took long to answer that prompt! Btw, I you have other prompts for me, my ask box is always there!!💥

Kidge winter event

Day 7: Cooking (Modern AU)

The snowflakes danced on the house driven by the wind and the freezing current on the illuminated city. From the windows you could see New York, beautiful and crowded as always, snow-capped and silent. Katie focused again on the dough in her hands, which had stuck to her hands as she looked outside. She grunted, trying to get more flour from the paper bag, but she unexpectedly dropped it and grunted again. Luckily she managed to get enough of the dough off her hands, she went to the sink and started washing her hands. Her university classes were quite tiring, not to mention the endless days she spent in the huge penthouse studying instead of enjoying the Big Apple. She had many times received invitations from other students in the same classes as her, or with Lance and Hunk, hell, she had even promised Keith a proper date, so that they wouldn't always have to only see each other late at night. After all, he was as busy and tired with his job in the army as she was with university.

She dried her hands, took a vacuum cleaner and cleaned up the mess on the cold, dark wooden parque. She had managed as much as she could to remedy the neutrality of how she had found the apartment upon her arrival, bare and without a minimum of personality, and, even if not much had changed, there were still beautiful curtains and green plants, frames with photos of important friends, and a huge painting of a green lion hanging on the bare white wall.

Katie continued baking the damn cookies. After finishing studying she went to bed without dinner, completely exhausted, but she couldn't sleep, so she looked for a rather simple recipe for beginners online. Maybe she could give some to Keith when he returned, or to Hunk for some advice. She rolled out the dough with a rolling pin, then took some tender tree-shaped molds that belonged to her mother. She didn't jump when the front door suddenly opened with disturbing slowness, revealing a figure dressed in black and dusted with snow. She smiled as he dropped the bag in the corner. She always kept the front door open even at night, also because only two attics were housed on her floor and the security was too rigorous to overcome it.

“How strange, I thought you lived in the appartament 2001, Keith”: she laughed at him, looking up and placing her dirty hands on the island.

“I've been away for a long time, I just wanted to see you”: he returned a smile, putting his hands in his pockets and moving closer to her, and when he was next to her, he helped her by moving the dough molds on a layer of flour.

“Aren't you tired?”: she asked.

“Yes, but my girlfriend is more tired than me and she is making delicious cookies. If I help her she will go to bed early and so I will be able to fall asleep more easily, next to her": he smiled, touching her cheeks and dirtying them with flour.

“It's very sweet, but I'm fine, plus I haven't been on a military base in Texas for a week…”: she laughed at him, throwing a handful of white powder on his uniform. Her jacket and pants got dirty, as did her face and the floor, but they didn't care.

“I trained my body, you trained my mind, that's really tiring”: he shrugged his shoulders, concentrating not to break the thin pastry: “How's university going?”

“Excellent, I'd say, the first semester is over. Finally!”: she rejoiced calmly.

“Does this mean you're finally going to take a break from studying?” His purple eyes darted over her.

“Maybe”: she nodded with a smile: “And it also means that one day you will take me out on the date I promised you”

He smiled again as he watched her take the pan and put the cookies in the oven. She sighed putting her hands behind her back, a proud expression on her face.

“Good, we have 20 minutes”: she turned to look at him again, leaning against the island without getting her sweater dirty: “What do we do? Will you go back to your apartment and unpack your suitcase and then come back here as soon as I call you?”

“What if I stay here?”: he looked at her penetratingly.

“You will still be welcome”: she smiled, forgetting about the scattered flour and sitting on the island to tower over him, bringing him closer and pulling him into a kiss. He reciprocated eagerly, placing his hands on either side of her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his back.

After 30 minutes they remembered the burnt biscuits in the oven.