Drabble Fics
Prompt(s):
Flip-flops and/or Popsicle
(The following drabble fics may use any combination of the above prompts.)
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
Flip-flops and/or Popsicle
(The following drabble fics may use any combination of the above prompts.)
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
Disclaimer: Voltron and all associated characters are owned and copyrighted by WEP. All other characters belong to their creators, and/or to themselves.
Warning: Unless otherwise noted, all Drabble Fics should be considered Rated PG-13 (or up!)
Please Note: The Drabble fics are from all versions of the Voltron series - GoLion; Voltron: Defender of the Universe; Vehicle Voltron; Voltron the Third Dimension; Voltron Force; Voltron: Legendary Defender.
Warning: Unless otherwise noted, all Drabble Fics should be considered Rated PG-13 (or up!)
Please Note: The Drabble fics are from all versions of the Voltron series - GoLion; Voltron: Defender of the Universe; Vehicle Voltron; Voltron the Third Dimension; Voltron Force; Voltron: Legendary Defender.
"The Adventures of Elevator Lance:
A Lance and Hunk Drabble Story"
Prompt: Flip-flops and Popsicle
by KiethBlackLion
"Contraband"
Prompt: Popsicle
by KittyCaro
"Drips and Drops, Flips and Flops"
Prompt: Flip-flops and Popsicle
by Sunshineleo
"Flip-Flops"
Prompt: Flip-flops
by Zejan
"Popsicles"
Prompt:Popsicle
by Zejan
"Fun In The Sun"
Prompt: Flip-flops and Popsicle
by Mylari
"Is This the Real Life"
Prompt: Flip-flops and Popsicle
by Mylari
"Heat Wave"
Prompt: Flip-flops
by KittyShan
"Cool Down"
Prompt: Popsicle
by KittyShan
A Lance and Hunk Drabble Story"
Prompt: Flip-flops and Popsicle
by KiethBlackLion
"Contraband"
Prompt: Popsicle
by KittyCaro
"Drips and Drops, Flips and Flops"
Prompt: Flip-flops and Popsicle
by Sunshineleo
"Flip-Flops"
Prompt: Flip-flops
by Zejan
"Popsicles"
Prompt:Popsicle
by Zejan
"Fun In The Sun"
Prompt: Flip-flops and Popsicle
by Mylari
"Is This the Real Life"
Prompt: Flip-flops and Popsicle
by Mylari
"Heat Wave"
Prompt: Flip-flops
by KittyShan
"Cool Down"
Prompt: Popsicle
by KittyShan
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~*~
The Adventures of Elevator Lance:
A Lance and Hunk Drabble Story
Word/Theme: Flip-flops and Popsicle
Word Count: 219
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KiethBlackLion
A Lance and Hunk Drabble Story
Word/Theme: Flip-flops and Popsicle
Word Count: 219
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KiethBlackLion
Lance stood in front of the elevator waiting for it to arrive. As he waited, he sensed someone approach him from behind. "Good morning, Hunk," he said.
"How did you know it was me?" Hunk asked.
"Because I could hear your flip flops all the way down the hall." Lance turned to see Hunk dressed in his yellow swim trunks, a white t-shirt and a beach towel draped over his shoulder.
"Are you heading down to the lake or the indoor pool?" Lance asked.
"I'm heading down to the lake. Allura asked me to take a look at the Blue Lion's den. She thinks the recharging unit isn't as efficient as it should be. I figured since I'm doing to be underwater, I might as well enjoy it."
"Not a bad idea. Maybe I'll take a dip after my shift is over," Lance remarked.
As the conversation ended, the elevator doors opened. Lance stepped in, not realizing that a half-eaten popsicle was melting on the floor. His boot stepped in the red liquid and immediately slipping out from under him. With a hard thud, he landed on his back.
"Lance, are you ok?" Hunk cried out as he rushed in to the elevator to help his friend.
"I really hate this elevator," Lance said as the elevator doors closed.
"How did you know it was me?" Hunk asked.
"Because I could hear your flip flops all the way down the hall." Lance turned to see Hunk dressed in his yellow swim trunks, a white t-shirt and a beach towel draped over his shoulder.
"Are you heading down to the lake or the indoor pool?" Lance asked.
"I'm heading down to the lake. Allura asked me to take a look at the Blue Lion's den. She thinks the recharging unit isn't as efficient as it should be. I figured since I'm doing to be underwater, I might as well enjoy it."
"Not a bad idea. Maybe I'll take a dip after my shift is over," Lance remarked.
As the conversation ended, the elevator doors opened. Lance stepped in, not realizing that a half-eaten popsicle was melting on the floor. His boot stepped in the red liquid and immediately slipping out from under him. With a hard thud, he landed on his back.
"Lance, are you ok?" Hunk cried out as he rushed in to the elevator to help his friend.
"I really hate this elevator," Lance said as the elevator doors closed.
~*~
"Now, Ginger, I don't have reason to lie about this," Sammy said wearily, removing his cap to scratch his brow. "It was the last box."
"Oh, darn! I can't believe it!"
I can see that I make him nervous, but then again, I make most people nervous. Anyone who wants the truth about things usually does.
Sammy looks over his shoulder, a little bit relieved that the officer's lounge is empty and no one is waiting for the elevators who might hear us. "I swear, Ginger. There's no more contraband. Perhaps you would like some vanilla ice cream with chocolate caramel?"
"No, I want the other stuff."
"I'm sorry," he admits. "I didn't think most of the crew would prefer that instead of the ice cream and the sherbet even though they came straight from Terra."
"Like the contraband?"
Sammy gave me a rueful smile. "I'll ask my contact to send more, okay?"
The next morning, Jeff tells me to report to the commander immediately, and my heart sinks. What have I done this time?
Commander Hawkins. The man who holds my fate in his hands.
He welcomes me with a smile, as if summoning me like a naughty cadet is the highlight of his day. Just like old times.
He's sitting behind the metal desk. If I don't think much about his size, his handsomeness, and the fact that he has all the power here, I might be able to stop my knees from knocking.
"Good afternoon, Ginger," he says. "Please have a seat."
I sink down onto the oversized chair in front of his desk.
With thick black hair, an aristocratic nose, and long lashes that frame gray eyes, Commander Hawkins is something to look at. I'll give him that.
"It was brought to my attention about your recent enquiry regarding a certain shipment from Terra."
Sammy ratted on me?
"Yes, sir. And that scoundrel insisted he had run out of it."
Hah. That ought to move things along.
To my surprise, he laughs. "You're so young."
Before I can make a sharp retort, he turns and opens the small fridge and takes out an insulated thermal bag and places it on the desk.
"Open it."
I opened the bag. It contained a box with six orange cream popsicles.
How did he know about my craving for popsicles?
"I overheard part of your conversation with Lisa and Cinda. You were reminiscing about your parents, how the three of you used to share a box of popsicles."
I smiled wistfully. "Yes, when we were traveling, pops would stop to buy gas and treat us with popsicles. We had a great time. How I miss them."
"I know, my love," he whispers, taking me into his arms and kissing my brow.
"Thank you, Steven. I love you."
"Now the tough part, are you willing to share these popsicles with me? Those are my favorite too, you know?"
I grinned at him. "Yes, I do. We'll have three popsicles each."
His eyes twinkled with delight. "For now."
"Oh, darn! I can't believe it!"
I can see that I make him nervous, but then again, I make most people nervous. Anyone who wants the truth about things usually does.
Sammy looks over his shoulder, a little bit relieved that the officer's lounge is empty and no one is waiting for the elevators who might hear us. "I swear, Ginger. There's no more contraband. Perhaps you would like some vanilla ice cream with chocolate caramel?"
"No, I want the other stuff."
"I'm sorry," he admits. "I didn't think most of the crew would prefer that instead of the ice cream and the sherbet even though they came straight from Terra."
"Like the contraband?"
Sammy gave me a rueful smile. "I'll ask my contact to send more, okay?"
The next morning, Jeff tells me to report to the commander immediately, and my heart sinks. What have I done this time?
Commander Hawkins. The man who holds my fate in his hands.
He welcomes me with a smile, as if summoning me like a naughty cadet is the highlight of his day. Just like old times.
He's sitting behind the metal desk. If I don't think much about his size, his handsomeness, and the fact that he has all the power here, I might be able to stop my knees from knocking.
"Good afternoon, Ginger," he says. "Please have a seat."
I sink down onto the oversized chair in front of his desk.
With thick black hair, an aristocratic nose, and long lashes that frame gray eyes, Commander Hawkins is something to look at. I'll give him that.
"It was brought to my attention about your recent enquiry regarding a certain shipment from Terra."
Sammy ratted on me?
"Yes, sir. And that scoundrel insisted he had run out of it."
Hah. That ought to move things along.
To my surprise, he laughs. "You're so young."
Before I can make a sharp retort, he turns and opens the small fridge and takes out an insulated thermal bag and places it on the desk.
"Open it."
I opened the bag. It contained a box with six orange cream popsicles.
How did he know about my craving for popsicles?
"I overheard part of your conversation with Lisa and Cinda. You were reminiscing about your parents, how the three of you used to share a box of popsicles."
I smiled wistfully. "Yes, when we were traveling, pops would stop to buy gas and treat us with popsicles. We had a great time. How I miss them."
"I know, my love," he whispers, taking me into his arms and kissing my brow.
"Thank you, Steven. I love you."
"Now the tough part, are you willing to share these popsicles with me? Those are my favorite too, you know?"
I grinned at him. "Yes, I do. We'll have three popsicles each."
His eyes twinkled with delight. "For now."
~*~
Drips and Drops, Flips and Flops
Word/Theme: Flip-flops and Popsicle
Word Count: 490
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Sunshineleo
Author's Notes:
Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron.
Word/Theme: Flip-flops and Popsicle
Word Count: 490
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Sunshineleo
Author's Notes:
Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron.
Summer engulfed Planet Arus. The sun blazed in the cloudless sky and the temperature soared to 90 degrees. With Doom quiet and no other threat looming, the Princess of Arus declared a holiday for those in the Castle of Lions.
The members of the Voltron Force quickly planned an outing to nearby Castle Lake. The beach at the edge of the lake was already crowded when the male members of the force claimed their spots. After laying down their things, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge sprinted quickly to the water's edge without bothering to wait for their leader.
Shaking his head, Keith smirked to himself as he watched his friends. He was glad that the Force had the opportunity to get a little R and R. The constant fighting and battle fatigue had begun to take its toll; this day of respite was welcome. Turning towards the water, Keith removed his shirt as he perused the scene in front of him.
He caught Princess Allura in his peripheral vision heading across the sand. Turning to appreciate the view, Keith felt his heart do a flip-flop in his chest as he noticed her attire. The princess looked beautiful in her sheer cream cover-up that offered just a glimpse of the tasteful bikini and toned body underneath.
In each hand, the princess carried a red popsicle. Because of the intense heat, the popsicles melted quickly, rivulets of red flowing down the sides of the princess's hands.
Keith moved quickly. "Princess," he called as he jogged to the damsel in sticky distress. "Can I help?"
"Yes, please," the exasperated Allura replied. "These popsicles are disintegrating before my eyes. Here," she stated, handing Keith one of the popsicles, "this is for you." Free of the popsicle, she licked the mess from the pinky side of her hand.
Staring at that dainty pink tongue, Keith swallowed hard. "Thanks, princess," he breathed. Offering a small grin in appreciation, the commander took a long slow lick up the side of his own popsicle.
Allura felt her stomach do a slow flip-flop as she watched Keith lick his popsicle. Heat flooded her body and she knew it had nothing to do with the outside temperature. "You're w-w-welcome," she stammered as she fought to control the familiar reaction to the commander.
With sudden awareness of the other, the pair tried to ignore the drips and drops of their popsicles while they attempted to rein in the flips and flops of their hearts. Smiling shyly at each other, their eyes never left the other's face as they stood and slowly ate their sweet treats. When Lance came rushing over and threw a full bucket of lake water over the princess's head, the spell was broken. Keith stood and watched as the soaked princess ran after the Red Lion pilot, smiling to himself in amusement and disbelief. With a shake of his head, he ran to join in on the summer fun.
The members of the Voltron Force quickly planned an outing to nearby Castle Lake. The beach at the edge of the lake was already crowded when the male members of the force claimed their spots. After laying down their things, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge sprinted quickly to the water's edge without bothering to wait for their leader.
Shaking his head, Keith smirked to himself as he watched his friends. He was glad that the Force had the opportunity to get a little R and R. The constant fighting and battle fatigue had begun to take its toll; this day of respite was welcome. Turning towards the water, Keith removed his shirt as he perused the scene in front of him.
He caught Princess Allura in his peripheral vision heading across the sand. Turning to appreciate the view, Keith felt his heart do a flip-flop in his chest as he noticed her attire. The princess looked beautiful in her sheer cream cover-up that offered just a glimpse of the tasteful bikini and toned body underneath.
In each hand, the princess carried a red popsicle. Because of the intense heat, the popsicles melted quickly, rivulets of red flowing down the sides of the princess's hands.
Keith moved quickly. "Princess," he called as he jogged to the damsel in sticky distress. "Can I help?"
"Yes, please," the exasperated Allura replied. "These popsicles are disintegrating before my eyes. Here," she stated, handing Keith one of the popsicles, "this is for you." Free of the popsicle, she licked the mess from the pinky side of her hand.
Staring at that dainty pink tongue, Keith swallowed hard. "Thanks, princess," he breathed. Offering a small grin in appreciation, the commander took a long slow lick up the side of his own popsicle.
Allura felt her stomach do a slow flip-flop as she watched Keith lick his popsicle. Heat flooded her body and she knew it had nothing to do with the outside temperature. "You're w-w-welcome," she stammered as she fought to control the familiar reaction to the commander.
With sudden awareness of the other, the pair tried to ignore the drips and drops of their popsicles while they attempted to rein in the flips and flops of their hearts. Smiling shyly at each other, their eyes never left the other's face as they stood and slowly ate their sweet treats. When Lance came rushing over and threw a full bucket of lake water over the princess's head, the spell was broken. Keith stood and watched as the soaked princess ran after the Red Lion pilot, smiling to himself in amusement and disbelief. With a shake of his head, he ran to join in on the summer fun.
~*~
Flip-Flops
Word/Theme: Flip-flops
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Note: Caroline is an original character from Zejan's fanfic series, "Lion Tales"
Word/Theme: Flip-flops
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Note: Caroline is an original character from Zejan's fanfic series, "Lion Tales"
"We ready to go?" Hunk rests the sun umbrella on his shoulder and looks at Lance, who is on hands and knees, looking under the settee in the meeting room.
"Hang on, I can't find my flip-flops."
"Just wear your sneakers, then."
"Na-na na 'neakers, na," Lance mocks. "These are my lucky flops and I can't go without them."
"What?"
"You heard me. Every time I wear them to the beach I pick up some great waves when I surf."
"Pretty sure that's more due to prevailing weather conditions than your personal choice of footwear."
"Let it go, Hunk. You know how he gets about things like this."
Hunk sets the umbrella aside. "Then let's help him look so we can get going. The girls have already left ahead of us."
"And that has nothing to do with the fact that Caroline had the picnic basket with her, of course."
"It's not just that, Keith. I get to help her put on suntan lotion too. Win-win." Hunk strolls over to where Lance is and raises the corner of the settee. "There, that any better?"
"Okay, so no flip-flops here - but hey, there's my bluetooth headphones! And that looks like a flash drive. Anybody lose a flash drive? I think this is enough change for a hot dog at Sammy Joe's Weiner stand…"
"Oh, yeah?" Hunk squats down for a closer look while still holding the couch up. "Yeah, that's plenty. What's that wire?"
"Might belong to Pidge."
"I think you're right. Knock off that glop of dust at the end - nahh, that's just a phone cord."
"What's this folded piece of paper…'To Allura my love, Happy Val -‘"
"I'll take that, thank you." I step in between them to snatch the note out of Lance's hand. Lance snickers and Hunk chuckles. I tuck it into a pocket. "That's enough for me. You guys have fun."
As I step into the hall. Samson, Hunk's Husky puppy, is strolling along with a shoe in his mouth. Closer inspection reveals it to be one of the missing flip-flops. He continues on past me into the sitting room.
"Heya, Sammy-boy!" I hear Hunk say. "What's up, li'l buddy?"
"Hey, he's got one of my flip-flops! C'mere, you little -!"
"Lance, don't yell at him like that, he'll spook!"
A moment later, Samson dashes back into the hall with the stolen shoe and Lance right behind him. There's a loud crash in the room and Hunk emerges as well, looking more than a little steamed.
"Don't scare my dog, Lance!" He yells as he gives chase. I watch after them as they race down the hall then I go back into the sitting room to look over the collected items on the table. I can charge my phone on the way to the beach, buy a hot dog and listen to my music collection when I get there. Sweet.
I pocket the goods and head down to my car in the vehicle bay.
"Hang on, I can't find my flip-flops."
"Just wear your sneakers, then."
"Na-na na 'neakers, na," Lance mocks. "These are my lucky flops and I can't go without them."
"What?"
"You heard me. Every time I wear them to the beach I pick up some great waves when I surf."
"Pretty sure that's more due to prevailing weather conditions than your personal choice of footwear."
"Let it go, Hunk. You know how he gets about things like this."
Hunk sets the umbrella aside. "Then let's help him look so we can get going. The girls have already left ahead of us."
"And that has nothing to do with the fact that Caroline had the picnic basket with her, of course."
"It's not just that, Keith. I get to help her put on suntan lotion too. Win-win." Hunk strolls over to where Lance is and raises the corner of the settee. "There, that any better?"
"Okay, so no flip-flops here - but hey, there's my bluetooth headphones! And that looks like a flash drive. Anybody lose a flash drive? I think this is enough change for a hot dog at Sammy Joe's Weiner stand…"
"Oh, yeah?" Hunk squats down for a closer look while still holding the couch up. "Yeah, that's plenty. What's that wire?"
"Might belong to Pidge."
"I think you're right. Knock off that glop of dust at the end - nahh, that's just a phone cord."
"What's this folded piece of paper…'To Allura my love, Happy Val -‘"
"I'll take that, thank you." I step in between them to snatch the note out of Lance's hand. Lance snickers and Hunk chuckles. I tuck it into a pocket. "That's enough for me. You guys have fun."
As I step into the hall. Samson, Hunk's Husky puppy, is strolling along with a shoe in his mouth. Closer inspection reveals it to be one of the missing flip-flops. He continues on past me into the sitting room.
"Heya, Sammy-boy!" I hear Hunk say. "What's up, li'l buddy?"
"Hey, he's got one of my flip-flops! C'mere, you little -!"
"Lance, don't yell at him like that, he'll spook!"
A moment later, Samson dashes back into the hall with the stolen shoe and Lance right behind him. There's a loud crash in the room and Hunk emerges as well, looking more than a little steamed.
"Don't scare my dog, Lance!" He yells as he gives chase. I watch after them as they race down the hall then I go back into the sitting room to look over the collected items on the table. I can charge my phone on the way to the beach, buy a hot dog and listen to my music collection when I get there. Sweet.
I pocket the goods and head down to my car in the vehicle bay.
~*~
Popsicles
Word/Theme: Popsicle
Word Count: 164
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Word/Theme: Popsicle
Word Count: 164
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Hunk is strolling along with his puppy, Samson, in the crook of his arm and a brownish-colored popsicle in his other hand. Every time he takes a lick, the puppy squirms mightily to get at it. Hunk offers it so Samson can have a taste and the puppy laps at it with gusto. My jaw drops.
"Hunk, what are you doing? Chocolate is bad for dogs!"
"Not chocolate, Lance," he replies and lets Samson have another go at it. I make a face at him.
"If it's not chocolate, what is it then? Root beer?"
"Nope." He takes a lick, shares it with the puppy again. "Sugar ain't that great for dogs either."
"Then what the heck is it?"
Hunk holds the popsicle out to me. "See for yourself."
I take a lick. "Ack - that's beef gravy...!"
"Yep," he replies. "Like I'm gonna feed my dog something that'll make him sick. Idiot." He continues on down the hall. I go to find some mouthwash.
"Hunk, what are you doing? Chocolate is bad for dogs!"
"Not chocolate, Lance," he replies and lets Samson have another go at it. I make a face at him.
"If it's not chocolate, what is it then? Root beer?"
"Nope." He takes a lick, shares it with the puppy again. "Sugar ain't that great for dogs either."
"Then what the heck is it?"
Hunk holds the popsicle out to me. "See for yourself."
I take a lick. "Ack - that's beef gravy...!"
"Yep," he replies. "Like I'm gonna feed my dog something that'll make him sick. Idiot." He continues on down the hall. I go to find some mouthwash.
~*~
Fun In The Sun
Word/Theme: Flip-flops and Popsicle
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Word/Theme: Flip-flops and Popsicle
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
"On a nice day like this, I'm gonna find a place to go swimmin'," Pidge declares when our practice ends.
Minutes later Blue Lion stands in a shallow area of the castle moat. Pidge runs from its open maw, splashes into the water below, and laughs as Hunk and I join him.
"Beautiful form!" Pidge snickers. "Show us some real style, Keith," he yells to our leader, who seems content merely lounging against a giant fang.
I bet he's waiting for Allura, though whether it's to be a gentleman or to get a better view of her entering the water I'm not quite sure. "Hate to embarrass ya!" he shouts, taking his place on the lion's lip, unable to resist Pidge's taunt.
As he's about to dive into the water, Hunk, Pidge, and I notice the princess emerging atop Blue Lion's head. She's wearing the skimpiest bikini I've ever seen; my companions seem to agree. Our catcalls distract Keith and he turns, overbalancing himself. He flip-flops into the water beside me, hitting back first, the breath forced from his lungs. I glance over making sure he's uninjured before turning my attention back to Allura.
She executes a perfect dive, cutting neatly into the water with barely a ripple on its smooth surface. When she doesn't reappear immediately, Keith races over, obviously planning to dive down in search of her. It's times like this, when Allura's in danger, real or perceived, that Keith most wears his heart on his sleeve. He's nearly in a panic by the time he gets there and the only thing stopping his plunge into the depths is Hunk's voice.
"Hey, something's coming up over there!" the big guy shouts, pointing out a pink shape bobbing to the surface. Pidge reaches out a tentative hand and seems shocked, maybe even confused, to find the top of Allura's swimsuit clenched in his fist.
Keith takes a deep breath, preparing to dive into the moat's depths, when Allura flies out of the water behind us, shouting for our attention. Yep, that was definitely the top of her suit, no question. After that entrance, I'm not sure we would notice Lotor landing on the bank right now; I know we wouldn't be able to leave the water even if we did. It could be worse I guess. She could have been eating a popsicle.
Keith tugs the bit of fabric from Pidge and brings it to Allura, averting his eyes as he offers it to her. She plucks it daintily from his hand, slipping behind him to refasten it. Then she's covered again, more or less, and acting as if nothing happened. We follow her lead, swimming and splashing, but our glances prove the incident isn't forgotten. I start maneuvering to innocently tug one of the strings free again, when a glare from Keith stops me cold. Message received, though if he doesn't realize I'm about to start suggesting swimming every afternoon from now on, he's in for a surprise.
Minutes later Blue Lion stands in a shallow area of the castle moat. Pidge runs from its open maw, splashes into the water below, and laughs as Hunk and I join him.
"Beautiful form!" Pidge snickers. "Show us some real style, Keith," he yells to our leader, who seems content merely lounging against a giant fang.
I bet he's waiting for Allura, though whether it's to be a gentleman or to get a better view of her entering the water I'm not quite sure. "Hate to embarrass ya!" he shouts, taking his place on the lion's lip, unable to resist Pidge's taunt.
As he's about to dive into the water, Hunk, Pidge, and I notice the princess emerging atop Blue Lion's head. She's wearing the skimpiest bikini I've ever seen; my companions seem to agree. Our catcalls distract Keith and he turns, overbalancing himself. He flip-flops into the water beside me, hitting back first, the breath forced from his lungs. I glance over making sure he's uninjured before turning my attention back to Allura.
She executes a perfect dive, cutting neatly into the water with barely a ripple on its smooth surface. When she doesn't reappear immediately, Keith races over, obviously planning to dive down in search of her. It's times like this, when Allura's in danger, real or perceived, that Keith most wears his heart on his sleeve. He's nearly in a panic by the time he gets there and the only thing stopping his plunge into the depths is Hunk's voice.
"Hey, something's coming up over there!" the big guy shouts, pointing out a pink shape bobbing to the surface. Pidge reaches out a tentative hand and seems shocked, maybe even confused, to find the top of Allura's swimsuit clenched in his fist.
Keith takes a deep breath, preparing to dive into the moat's depths, when Allura flies out of the water behind us, shouting for our attention. Yep, that was definitely the top of her suit, no question. After that entrance, I'm not sure we would notice Lotor landing on the bank right now; I know we wouldn't be able to leave the water even if we did. It could be worse I guess. She could have been eating a popsicle.
Keith tugs the bit of fabric from Pidge and brings it to Allura, averting his eyes as he offers it to her. She plucks it daintily from his hand, slipping behind him to refasten it. Then she's covered again, more or less, and acting as if nothing happened. We follow her lead, swimming and splashing, but our glances prove the incident isn't forgotten. I start maneuvering to innocently tug one of the strings free again, when a glare from Keith stops me cold. Message received, though if he doesn't realize I'm about to start suggesting swimming every afternoon from now on, he's in for a surprise.
~*~
Is This the Real Life
Word/Theme: Flip-flops and Popsicle
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Word/Theme: Flip-flops and Popsicle
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Nothing beats a picnic on a summer afternoon. The sun shines high and bright with only a few wispy clouds to block its rays. I lie in the grass, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth seeping into my skin.
Then I hear the screams. Blood curdling and loud, they're right beside me, but no matter what I do, I can't move until they stop. When I do finally get my body to follow my commands, the sight I'm met with makes me want to shut my eyes tight and wish it all away. Allura lies beside me, blood seeping out from beneath her, redder than the melting popsicle abandoned in the grass near her hand.
I hear screaming again and suddenly I'm sitting in my bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my heart doing flip-flops in my chest, my throat raw. A dream? Could it have been just a nightmare? Or was it a memory? I shiver, fearing the worst, knowing there's only one way to learn the truth. But will I peek in on the sleeping princess or a shrine for one lost too soon? And if this was nothing more than a bad dream, I'd be breaking more rules of decorum than I can count and Nanny will have my head if she catches me.
I lie back, trying to convince myself to sleep and let things sort themselves out in the morning. But every time I close my eyes, I'm haunted by the image of Allura, bloody and lifeless. Getting out of bed, I dress quickly and step into the hallway. I stop in front of Lance's door, consider waking him so he can help me sort out what's real. But if Allura's actually gone, I'd hate to interrupt any solace he's managed to find. No, I'll do this alone, consequences be damned.
The corridors are empty so I'm able to reach the princess's chambers unseen. I touch the door lightly, almost as if begging forgiveness for the transgression I'm about to make. Before I can lose my nerve, I tap a code into the keypad, slipping inside as the panel retracts.
The room is dark; the canopy bed obscured with lacy curtains, so I slowly move closer, allowing my eyes to adjust. I gently ease back one gauze panel to find Allura sleeping peacefully. The fear gripping my chest eases as I watch her and take comfort in the steady rise and fall of her chest. I don't know how much time passes, just, that as much as I know I should, I can't bring myself to leave. The urge to reach out, stroke her hair, caress her cheek, press my lips to her forehead, grips me with such force that I can barely resist. She stirs slightly and her soft sigh breaks the spell holding me. Letting the curtain fall back into place, I retreat from her room.
Then, back in my own bed, I'm finally able to drift off again, knowing that she's safe.
Then I hear the screams. Blood curdling and loud, they're right beside me, but no matter what I do, I can't move until they stop. When I do finally get my body to follow my commands, the sight I'm met with makes me want to shut my eyes tight and wish it all away. Allura lies beside me, blood seeping out from beneath her, redder than the melting popsicle abandoned in the grass near her hand.
I hear screaming again and suddenly I'm sitting in my bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my heart doing flip-flops in my chest, my throat raw. A dream? Could it have been just a nightmare? Or was it a memory? I shiver, fearing the worst, knowing there's only one way to learn the truth. But will I peek in on the sleeping princess or a shrine for one lost too soon? And if this was nothing more than a bad dream, I'd be breaking more rules of decorum than I can count and Nanny will have my head if she catches me.
I lie back, trying to convince myself to sleep and let things sort themselves out in the morning. But every time I close my eyes, I'm haunted by the image of Allura, bloody and lifeless. Getting out of bed, I dress quickly and step into the hallway. I stop in front of Lance's door, consider waking him so he can help me sort out what's real. But if Allura's actually gone, I'd hate to interrupt any solace he's managed to find. No, I'll do this alone, consequences be damned.
The corridors are empty so I'm able to reach the princess's chambers unseen. I touch the door lightly, almost as if begging forgiveness for the transgression I'm about to make. Before I can lose my nerve, I tap a code into the keypad, slipping inside as the panel retracts.
The room is dark; the canopy bed obscured with lacy curtains, so I slowly move closer, allowing my eyes to adjust. I gently ease back one gauze panel to find Allura sleeping peacefully. The fear gripping my chest eases as I watch her and take comfort in the steady rise and fall of her chest. I don't know how much time passes, just, that as much as I know I should, I can't bring myself to leave. The urge to reach out, stroke her hair, caress her cheek, press my lips to her forehead, grips me with such force that I can barely resist. She stirs slightly and her soft sigh breaks the spell holding me. Letting the curtain fall back into place, I retreat from her room.
Then, back in my own bed, I'm finally able to drift off again, knowing that she's safe.
~*~
The meeting at Galaxy Garrison had ended two days ago, but here they were, still on Terra. This was becoming a habit.
Allura called the extended stay a course in "Terran Cultural Studies."
Keith called it "Allura's excuse to do whatever she wanted without Coran or Nanny's supervision."
The Captain of the Voltron Force ran a hand through his jet black hair before crossing his arms over his chest. There was nothing to be done but enjoy the break, unless he tattled and he would never betray her like that.
His attention was snapped back to the here and now when Allura stepped out of the dressing room, wearing a neon pink bikini and matching flip-flops, the sheerest scrap of black fabric tied around her waist in what seemed to be some sort of attempt at modesty. It failed. Miserably. All it did was draw attention to the sensual curve of her hips.
"What do you think?" She giggled gleefully as she went to work pulling her golden locks into a ponytail high atop her head. "I don't mind this shade of pink!"
"You look great," Keith swallowed around the lump in his throat, trying desperately not to stare at the way her breasts bounced each time she pulled her hair through the rubber band. If he didn't know better, he'd swear she was doing it on purpose.
"Dang, Princess!" Hunk stepped out of the dressing room behind Keith. "You look just like any other Terran beach babe!"
"You're so sweet, Hunk!" She blew him a kiss. "But remember, you have to call me 'Allura' while we're here or my cover will be blown and no more fun outings!"
"Right!" The Big Guy grinned. "You're just Allura."
"All right, let's go!" As she sashayed by she winked playfully. "This is going to be so much fun!"
Hunk glanced at Keith, noting his flushed cheeks. "You good, Chief? You look like you're already feelin' the heat."
Keith's cheeks deepened even further as he flashed Hunk a look that said more than any number of words ever could before hurrying after Allura.
"Good thing the water's cold this time of year, eh Chief?"
Allura called the extended stay a course in "Terran Cultural Studies."
Keith called it "Allura's excuse to do whatever she wanted without Coran or Nanny's supervision."
The Captain of the Voltron Force ran a hand through his jet black hair before crossing his arms over his chest. There was nothing to be done but enjoy the break, unless he tattled and he would never betray her like that.
His attention was snapped back to the here and now when Allura stepped out of the dressing room, wearing a neon pink bikini and matching flip-flops, the sheerest scrap of black fabric tied around her waist in what seemed to be some sort of attempt at modesty. It failed. Miserably. All it did was draw attention to the sensual curve of her hips.
"What do you think?" She giggled gleefully as she went to work pulling her golden locks into a ponytail high atop her head. "I don't mind this shade of pink!"
"You look great," Keith swallowed around the lump in his throat, trying desperately not to stare at the way her breasts bounced each time she pulled her hair through the rubber band. If he didn't know better, he'd swear she was doing it on purpose.
"Dang, Princess!" Hunk stepped out of the dressing room behind Keith. "You look just like any other Terran beach babe!"
"You're so sweet, Hunk!" She blew him a kiss. "But remember, you have to call me 'Allura' while we're here or my cover will be blown and no more fun outings!"
"Right!" The Big Guy grinned. "You're just Allura."
"All right, let's go!" As she sashayed by she winked playfully. "This is going to be so much fun!"
Hunk glanced at Keith, noting his flushed cheeks. "You good, Chief? You look like you're already feelin' the heat."
Keith's cheeks deepened even further as he flashed Hunk a look that said more than any number of words ever could before hurrying after Allura.
"Good thing the water's cold this time of year, eh Chief?"
~*~
The three friends sat around a concrete table, sheltered from the day's final rays of sunshine by an oversized umbrella.
"That was delicious!" Allura pushed her plate toward the middle of the table and patted her stomach. "I'm so full!"
"You didn't eat all your fries!" Hunk accused.
"You can have the rest, I'm saving room for dessert!"
Hunk reached for the plate but hesitated. "Chief? You wanna share?"
"Go ahead," Keith took a drink of his beer. It was the one guilty pleasure he allowed himself on these trips. "I'm good."
"Suit yourself!" The Big Guy shrugged. "You know," he said around a mouthful of fried potato wedges, "me and Lance used to come here for fish and chips when we were cadets."
"Chips?" Allura looked uncertain.
"That's how fried fish and french fries are usually referred to," Keith answered.
"Oh," she smiled before taking a sip of soda. "So, where do we get a popsicle?"
"Right over there," Hunk pointed with a french fry. "Can you grab me one, too? Grape?"
"Sure. What about you, Keith?"
"No thanks."
"That was delicious!" Allura pushed her plate toward the middle of the table and patted her stomach. "I'm so full!"
"You didn't eat all your fries!" Hunk accused.
"You can have the rest, I'm saving room for dessert!"
Hunk reached for the plate but hesitated. "Chief? You wanna share?"
"Go ahead," Keith took a drink of his beer. It was the one guilty pleasure he allowed himself on these trips. "I'm good."
"Suit yourself!" The Big Guy shrugged. "You know," he said around a mouthful of fried potato wedges, "me and Lance used to come here for fish and chips when we were cadets."
"Chips?" Allura looked uncertain.
"That's how fried fish and french fries are usually referred to," Keith answered.
"Oh," she smiled before taking a sip of soda. "So, where do we get a popsicle?"
"Right over there," Hunk pointed with a french fry. "Can you grab me one, too? Grape?"
"Sure. What about you, Keith?"
"No thanks."
~*~*~*~
When the Princess returned, she handed a purple popsicle to Hunk before settling down with her own dark red treat. Keith watched as she removed the plastic wrapper and took her first taste, enjoying the way her eyes widened in delight.
"Yum!! It's sweet and tart at once!" Allura exclaimed before sliding it into her mouth then slowly pulling it out as she sucked away the melting liquid. "It tastes so good!"
Hunk laughed loudly and started to nudge Keith with his elbow, but stopped midway when he saw the dark red flush had returned to his captain's cheeks, and this time it was accompanied by his mouth gaping open.
"Chief, you're gunna catch flies in there."
Keith's mouth closed with an audible snap as he jerked his head in Hunk's direction. But his attention was quickly drawn back to the Princess when his friend spoke.
"Hey! It's about to drip all over you!"
Allura looked from Hunk to her popsicle, where little rivulets of cherry flavored delight had begun to pool and run down the sides. With the quickness of a cat, her tongue darted out and she lapped the liquid up, her eyes meeting Keith's just as she reached the tip.
Without a word, the Captain of the Voltron Force stood, headed across the sand and directly into the chilled water of the ocean.
"Is he all right?" Allura asked.
Hunk laughed, grinning at the Princess. "He's just a little over-heated."
"Yum!! It's sweet and tart at once!" Allura exclaimed before sliding it into her mouth then slowly pulling it out as she sucked away the melting liquid. "It tastes so good!"
Hunk laughed loudly and started to nudge Keith with his elbow, but stopped midway when he saw the dark red flush had returned to his captain's cheeks, and this time it was accompanied by his mouth gaping open.
"Chief, you're gunna catch flies in there."
Keith's mouth closed with an audible snap as he jerked his head in Hunk's direction. But his attention was quickly drawn back to the Princess when his friend spoke.
"Hey! It's about to drip all over you!"
Allura looked from Hunk to her popsicle, where little rivulets of cherry flavored delight had begun to pool and run down the sides. With the quickness of a cat, her tongue darted out and she lapped the liquid up, her eyes meeting Keith's just as she reached the tip.
Without a word, the Captain of the Voltron Force stood, headed across the sand and directly into the chilled water of the ocean.
"Is he all right?" Allura asked.
Hunk laughed, grinning at the Princess. "He's just a little over-heated."
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