Drabble Fics
Prompt:
Howl
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
Howl
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
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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.
"Wolf Moon"
by Yoshi
"Latenight Chat"
by Mylari
"Howl Drabble"
by Zejan
"The Howling"
by KittyLynne
"Howl Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"A Tale of Two Tacos"
by KittyShan
by Yoshi
"Latenight Chat"
by Mylari
"Howl Drabble"
by Zejan
"The Howling"
by KittyLynne
"Howl Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"A Tale of Two Tacos"
by KittyShan
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Friends and Contributors
~*~
Wolf Moon
Word/Theme: Howl
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Yoshi, Secret Space Mouse
Word/Theme: Howl
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Yoshi, Secret Space Mouse
The Pit of Skulls was a dark, desolate place.
Skulls stared soullessly from their graves. The husks of long-dead trees jutting out at gruesome angles from the gray ash the twisted remains of the a verdant past. Proud but sorrowful ruins of stone that were once the crowning glory of civilization that once lived were now home to all sorts of beasts and barely-human creatures.
Of those, the most feared was the Wolf. He would protect the escaped slaves and those most need of help but to those who would harm others, he was a cunning and formidable enemy. Stealthy and silent, he was the living embodiment of death and vengeance.
From the shadows, the Wolf listened to the tales being spun around the communal campfire. These humans were a source of wonder. He had once been human but he was different now. For the man to survive, the Wolf had to take over.
Driven by instinct, he began to patrol the territory that he claimed as his. The best vantage point in the area was an enormous rib, undoubtedly a remnant from one of Haggar's monstrous experiments.
He searched the wind, detecting the approach of a platoon of Zarkon's soldiers. His eyes flashed with violent anticipation. The Wolf was a predator and Doom troops were his favourite prey. The man within him stirred and the Wolf felt the man's desire for vengeance- to use fangs and claws to hurt Zarkon the way he had been hurt...
The Wolf lifted his snout and howled. In his native land, he would have howled to communicate with others of his kind but in this distant, desolate world, his howl conveyed what words could not. Anger. Hopelessness. Yearning. A warning to his enemies and a promise to those under his protection.
His lip curled with a snarl. After hearing his howl, Zarkon's soldiers - the cowards! - refused to descend into the Pit, choosing instead to position themselves safely on a cliff. They struggled with a slight figure, with a distinctively feminine scent.
Political prisoner, the man within the Wolf observed. Too many soldiers for a mere slave, not enough to guard an enemy of the empire. Obeying the man's suggestion, the Wolf edged closer to the bottom of the cliff, using the sound of the struggle to mask his approach.
Man and Wolf looked up at the sound of a scream. The Doom soldiers had succeeded in throwing the girl off the cliff. Everything changed in the space of a heartbeat. Driven by a desperate urgency he could not explain, the Wolf leaped forward, dissolved in a scattered shower of light and became Man.
He didn't know how, but he somehow managed to catch her and break her fall. He cradled her closer driven by his inexplicable need to protect and cherish. She smelled luscious and intoxicating and human. Familiar, but not. "You're not Princess Allura," he said softly.
Thick blonde lashes fluttered, then rose, revealing lavender blue eyes, "No... I'm Romelle."
Skulls stared soullessly from their graves. The husks of long-dead trees jutting out at gruesome angles from the gray ash the twisted remains of the a verdant past. Proud but sorrowful ruins of stone that were once the crowning glory of civilization that once lived were now home to all sorts of beasts and barely-human creatures.
Of those, the most feared was the Wolf. He would protect the escaped slaves and those most need of help but to those who would harm others, he was a cunning and formidable enemy. Stealthy and silent, he was the living embodiment of death and vengeance.
From the shadows, the Wolf listened to the tales being spun around the communal campfire. These humans were a source of wonder. He had once been human but he was different now. For the man to survive, the Wolf had to take over.
Driven by instinct, he began to patrol the territory that he claimed as his. The best vantage point in the area was an enormous rib, undoubtedly a remnant from one of Haggar's monstrous experiments.
He searched the wind, detecting the approach of a platoon of Zarkon's soldiers. His eyes flashed with violent anticipation. The Wolf was a predator and Doom troops were his favourite prey. The man within him stirred and the Wolf felt the man's desire for vengeance- to use fangs and claws to hurt Zarkon the way he had been hurt...
The Wolf lifted his snout and howled. In his native land, he would have howled to communicate with others of his kind but in this distant, desolate world, his howl conveyed what words could not. Anger. Hopelessness. Yearning. A warning to his enemies and a promise to those under his protection.
His lip curled with a snarl. After hearing his howl, Zarkon's soldiers - the cowards! - refused to descend into the Pit, choosing instead to position themselves safely on a cliff. They struggled with a slight figure, with a distinctively feminine scent.
Political prisoner, the man within the Wolf observed. Too many soldiers for a mere slave, not enough to guard an enemy of the empire. Obeying the man's suggestion, the Wolf edged closer to the bottom of the cliff, using the sound of the struggle to mask his approach.
Man and Wolf looked up at the sound of a scream. The Doom soldiers had succeeded in throwing the girl off the cliff. Everything changed in the space of a heartbeat. Driven by a desperate urgency he could not explain, the Wolf leaped forward, dissolved in a scattered shower of light and became Man.
He didn't know how, but he somehow managed to catch her and break her fall. He cradled her closer driven by his inexplicable need to protect and cherish. She smelled luscious and intoxicating and human. Familiar, but not. "You're not Princess Allura," he said softly.
Thick blonde lashes fluttered, then rose, revealing lavender blue eyes, "No... I'm Romelle."
~*~
I open my eyes and fumble for the timepiece on the nightstand. Three in the morning. I sigh and flip over again, unable to find a comfortable position. We've been on this planet for a week now and frankly, I'm starting to wonder what we've gotten ourselves into. I roll onto my back and let the images play out on the ceiling above me. Robeasts, people living in caves, a crumbling ruin of a castle, a beautiful princess... So much has happened since we arrived in Arus's airspace that it feels like more than seven days have gone by.
A cold draft blows across the room and I turn onto my side, curling under the threadbare blanket as much as I can. I try not to shiver as I pull my legs up in an attempt to conserve as much of my body heat as possible. I close my eyes hoping to fall asleep again, but it's no use, my mind moves at a million miles an hour, refusing to settle down and rest. Noises distract me, Hunk's snores from across the room, the howl of the wind as it blows across the back of my neck. I shiver despite myself, for the first time in my life, envying Keith's long hair and the added warmth it would provide.
My eyes drift over to our captain's bed and I'm not surprised to see his eyes open, glittering in the dim light of the moon that slants through the window. He's not looking at me, just staring off into space and I can only imagine what he's thinking about. If I'm worried about our future here, he must be terrified. Keith takes his responsibility to keep his team safe seriously, so I know he must be sleeping even worse than I am. He shifts slightly, chewing his bottom lip absently.
Impulsively, I get out of my bed, pulling the blanket close around me, and make my way across the room. Keith watches me approach wordlessly, sits up to make space for me, his own tattered covers wrapped tightly around his hunched form. I take the place offered and just sit next to him, shoulder to shoulder, trying to offer support through my presence. He sighs heavily, eyes glued to the floor. A few moments pass quietly before he starts speaking. "Have I made a mistake committing the team to this cause, Lance?" His voice is soft, his gaze still lowered.
"To be honest, I have no idea. But I like to think that if it does prove to be a mistake; at least we'll go down fighting for the right cause. If I can keep even one person from suffering at Zarkon's hands, any sacrifice I make will be worth it."
Three voices join mine in agreement and Keith's head lifts, his confidence buoyed. We know our path won't be easy, success not guaranteed. But this is where we belong, this cause worth dying for. For we are the Voltron Force.
A cold draft blows across the room and I turn onto my side, curling under the threadbare blanket as much as I can. I try not to shiver as I pull my legs up in an attempt to conserve as much of my body heat as possible. I close my eyes hoping to fall asleep again, but it's no use, my mind moves at a million miles an hour, refusing to settle down and rest. Noises distract me, Hunk's snores from across the room, the howl of the wind as it blows across the back of my neck. I shiver despite myself, for the first time in my life, envying Keith's long hair and the added warmth it would provide.
My eyes drift over to our captain's bed and I'm not surprised to see his eyes open, glittering in the dim light of the moon that slants through the window. He's not looking at me, just staring off into space and I can only imagine what he's thinking about. If I'm worried about our future here, he must be terrified. Keith takes his responsibility to keep his team safe seriously, so I know he must be sleeping even worse than I am. He shifts slightly, chewing his bottom lip absently.
Impulsively, I get out of my bed, pulling the blanket close around me, and make my way across the room. Keith watches me approach wordlessly, sits up to make space for me, his own tattered covers wrapped tightly around his hunched form. I take the place offered and just sit next to him, shoulder to shoulder, trying to offer support through my presence. He sighs heavily, eyes glued to the floor. A few moments pass quietly before he starts speaking. "Have I made a mistake committing the team to this cause, Lance?" His voice is soft, his gaze still lowered.
"To be honest, I have no idea. But I like to think that if it does prove to be a mistake; at least we'll go down fighting for the right cause. If I can keep even one person from suffering at Zarkon's hands, any sacrifice I make will be worth it."
Three voices join mine in agreement and Keith's head lifts, his confidence buoyed. We know our path won't be easy, success not guaranteed. But this is where we belong, this cause worth dying for. For we are the Voltron Force.
~*~
Drabble Fic for Howl
Word/Theme: Howl
Word Count: 387
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Word/Theme: Howl
Word Count: 387
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
"There, listen...!" Hunk held up a hand for silence as he held perfectly still, head cocked. "Did you hear it that time?"
"No," Pidge replied. "I didn't."
"Keep quiet and you will." Hunk turned to his left, froze in place again. "There. It's coming from that way. Come on." He started off for the tree line without waiting for Pidge's reply. Pidge brought up the rear, trying hard to pick up on the sound Hunk heard. At last he did; it was a sad, plaintive wail, drifting toward them from the trees of the dense forest ahead. Hunk strode forward with purpose, honing in on the high-pitched howl, until he rounded a fallen log. A tiny ball of fur bounded toward him immediately, tail wagging as it came. He stooped to pick up the puppy and tuck it into the crook of his arm. Pidge came even and studied the squirming dog as it twisted about for the best access to Hunk's face to lick at it with gusto. Hunk laughed and held the miniature Husky at arm's length.
"Heh, Samson, ya little bum. What's with the wandering off? You ain't big enough to be going on excursions like this yet."
"I told you we shouldn't have brought him on this camping trip," Pidge said with a disgruntled sigh. "This is the third time we've had to chase after him."
"He's learning. It's nature and all."
Pidge's frown deepened. "'Nature' is going to get us all lost one of these days."
"Nahh. Cook up some hot dogs and he'll find his way back."
"Why does that sound familiar?"
"I dunno, why?"
Pidge rolled his eyes. "Never mind."
"Speaking of which...ya wanna hot dog, boy? Whatcha think?" The response was a fresh round of face-licking. "I take it that's a yes. C'mon, Pidge, let's get back to base camp." Hunk stuffed the puppy into his jacket and zipped it up so only the dog's head poked out.
"You sure he'll be okay like that?"
"Yeah, he'll be fine. He ain't that big, you know," Hunk replied with a grin. "He's just...a little Husky."
"Ouch," Pidge replied.
Hunk's smile widened. "Got it, didja?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Can we go now?"
"Sure."
Pidge led the way back to camp, promising himself to burn Hunk's joke book the moment he found it.
"No," Pidge replied. "I didn't."
"Keep quiet and you will." Hunk turned to his left, froze in place again. "There. It's coming from that way. Come on." He started off for the tree line without waiting for Pidge's reply. Pidge brought up the rear, trying hard to pick up on the sound Hunk heard. At last he did; it was a sad, plaintive wail, drifting toward them from the trees of the dense forest ahead. Hunk strode forward with purpose, honing in on the high-pitched howl, until he rounded a fallen log. A tiny ball of fur bounded toward him immediately, tail wagging as it came. He stooped to pick up the puppy and tuck it into the crook of his arm. Pidge came even and studied the squirming dog as it twisted about for the best access to Hunk's face to lick at it with gusto. Hunk laughed and held the miniature Husky at arm's length.
"Heh, Samson, ya little bum. What's with the wandering off? You ain't big enough to be going on excursions like this yet."
"I told you we shouldn't have brought him on this camping trip," Pidge said with a disgruntled sigh. "This is the third time we've had to chase after him."
"He's learning. It's nature and all."
Pidge's frown deepened. "'Nature' is going to get us all lost one of these days."
"Nahh. Cook up some hot dogs and he'll find his way back."
"Why does that sound familiar?"
"I dunno, why?"
Pidge rolled his eyes. "Never mind."
"Speaking of which...ya wanna hot dog, boy? Whatcha think?" The response was a fresh round of face-licking. "I take it that's a yes. C'mon, Pidge, let's get back to base camp." Hunk stuffed the puppy into his jacket and zipped it up so only the dog's head poked out.
"You sure he'll be okay like that?"
"Yeah, he'll be fine. He ain't that big, you know," Hunk replied with a grin. "He's just...a little Husky."
"Ouch," Pidge replied.
Hunk's smile widened. "Got it, didja?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Can we go now?"
"Sure."
Pidge led the way back to camp, promising himself to burn Hunk's joke book the moment he found it.
~*~
It'd been a rough week for the Voltron Force. Not in terms of battles or sneak attacks from the enemy, or surprise enemy raids on their sister planets, but because they were getting on each others' nerves.
Not just a little.
A lot.
Team exercises weren't successful. Team meetings only stirred the pot more. Slogans like 'there's no 'I' in team' and 'all for one, one for all' only brought eye rolls and snark. Bickering was out of hand, had gone from simple teasing to borderline nasty.
Hunk, the pilot of Yellow Lion, finally had had enough. One cold, cloudy, windy day, with the aid of some trickery, he gathered the team in one of Arus's biggest caverns. Ignoring their complaints, he laid down the law.
"All this griping is tearing us apart. My dad always said, to be able to work together, you gotta find a constructive way to let out the anger. In nature, a wolf's howling is a social bond, the glue that keeps a pack together. Which is why we're gonna do a primal howl, one by one, and then together. Who's first?"
Muttering ensued, but no volunteers. Hunk's glare brought silence. "Fine! I'll go first."
His howl, a deep, long and mournful echo of pent up frustration, reverberated through the cavern, widening Pidge and Allura's eyes, wiping the smirk off Lance, and uncrossing Keith's arms. Glances were exchanged that held surprise and mutual awe.
"I'm next." The Black Lion Pilot declared, before unleashing a howl unrestrained in its fury.
Not to be outdone, Lance stepped forward, emitting a blood curdling howl.
Pidge was next; what his howl lacked in pitch, it made up for in sustained force.
Allura's howl sent a thrill through them all. Sorrow, longing and fervent desire were clearly evident.
As the last echo faded, silence reigned.
"And now, together." Hunk said. "Stand in a circle, join hands. On the count of three, let's howl! One, two...three!"
Heads thrown back, they did. The primal chorus of voices rose, a perfect blending of harmony and dissonance, a drawn out cleansing of souls. It ebbed, strengthened, then slowly faded to peace and a contemplative quiet.
Hunk sighed and smiled into the stillness.
"Well, I feel better." He said. "Howl you all doin'?"
Not just a little.
A lot.
Team exercises weren't successful. Team meetings only stirred the pot more. Slogans like 'there's no 'I' in team' and 'all for one, one for all' only brought eye rolls and snark. Bickering was out of hand, had gone from simple teasing to borderline nasty.
Hunk, the pilot of Yellow Lion, finally had had enough. One cold, cloudy, windy day, with the aid of some trickery, he gathered the team in one of Arus's biggest caverns. Ignoring their complaints, he laid down the law.
"All this griping is tearing us apart. My dad always said, to be able to work together, you gotta find a constructive way to let out the anger. In nature, a wolf's howling is a social bond, the glue that keeps a pack together. Which is why we're gonna do a primal howl, one by one, and then together. Who's first?"
Muttering ensued, but no volunteers. Hunk's glare brought silence. "Fine! I'll go first."
His howl, a deep, long and mournful echo of pent up frustration, reverberated through the cavern, widening Pidge and Allura's eyes, wiping the smirk off Lance, and uncrossing Keith's arms. Glances were exchanged that held surprise and mutual awe.
"I'm next." The Black Lion Pilot declared, before unleashing a howl unrestrained in its fury.
Not to be outdone, Lance stepped forward, emitting a blood curdling howl.
Pidge was next; what his howl lacked in pitch, it made up for in sustained force.
Allura's howl sent a thrill through them all. Sorrow, longing and fervent desire were clearly evident.
As the last echo faded, silence reigned.
"And now, together." Hunk said. "Stand in a circle, join hands. On the count of three, let's howl! One, two...three!"
Heads thrown back, they did. The primal chorus of voices rose, a perfect blending of harmony and dissonance, a drawn out cleansing of souls. It ebbed, strengthened, then slowly faded to peace and a contemplative quiet.
Hunk sighed and smiled into the stillness.
"Well, I feel better." He said. "Howl you all doin'?"
~*~
DRABBLE USING "HOWL"
Word/Theme: Howl
Word Count: 491
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyCaro
Please Note: KC has written a short series through her drabbles.
If you'd like to read KittyCaro's "Wolf" drabble series,
the following is a list of the reading order.
Drabble for Howl
Drabble for Lonely Walk
Drabble for Sleigh
Drabble for Starlight
Drabble for Coran Got Run Over By a Reindeer #1
Drabble for Coran Got Run Over By a Reindeer #2
Word/Theme: Howl
Word Count: 491
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyCaro
Please Note: KC has written a short series through her drabbles.
If you'd like to read KittyCaro's "Wolf" drabble series,
the following is a list of the reading order.
Drabble for Howl
Drabble for Lonely Walk
Drabble for Sleigh
Drabble for Starlight
Drabble for Coran Got Run Over By a Reindeer #1
Drabble for Coran Got Run Over By a Reindeer #2
Princess Allura awoke with an immediate sense of danger. Cold air drifted through the window she had left open in her bedroom. She sat up and came face to face with a huge wolf. Her heart went to her throat. A pair of gleaming eyes stared directly into hers.
Her laser gun was in the drawer of her nightstand. There was nothing she could do but stare back at the wolf and silently beg for it to leave. The beast leaned forward, sniffing her hair. It sneezed, and she nearly jumped from the bed.
What did it want? She had no food; the space mice always did away with the munchies she hid in her bedroom. She swallowed convulsively. Of course, she was food. Keith said last winter had been terrible for forest animals, especially the wolves. They were hungry and that was the reason they attacked the livestock. The princess and the Voltron Force met with her subjects to talk about the matter.
Keith proved to be a wealth of information about the wolves, declaring they only kill those animals that are sick or weak, helping to maintain the balance of nature. Allura agreed, ordering the villagers to stop their illegal hunting and promising to have some packs relocated.
But it was Keith who held her attention. The proud look on his face made her entire body hot.
The wolf stared down into her eyes. His hot breath fanned her face. Allura was terrified and fascinated at the same time.
The animal snorted, and then sniffed at her neck. She closed her eyes, waiting for its teeth to break the skin.
Then a wet tongue touched her throat. The animal licked her cheek. She opened her eyes.
Dawn was approaching, and she saw him more clearly. He was large and beautiful, and black as midnight. And his eyes- they were a gorgeous dark brown. She felt there was intelligence behind that gaze.
She blinked, and in an instant he was gone.
Allura tried to control the racing of her heart, the ragged sound of her breathing. Had she imagined it all?
A distant howl raised the hackles on the back of her neck. She scrambled to the window and tried to close it. Her hands shook badly. Once she completed the task, she leaned back and took deep gulps of air.
There was sadness in that howl. Was he calling to his mate?
Back in bed, she tried to calm down. What she needed was a distraction from her encounter with the wolf.
Keith's face immediately appeared, with his handsome features and his magnificent body. She growled softly. She certainly didn't want to think how good he had looked in those red swimming trunks.
Gradually, she drifted off to sleep. She dreamed of the wolf, and of Keith, but the dream became blurry, and somewhere along the way, she had trouble distinguishing between the two, the wolf and the man.
Her laser gun was in the drawer of her nightstand. There was nothing she could do but stare back at the wolf and silently beg for it to leave. The beast leaned forward, sniffing her hair. It sneezed, and she nearly jumped from the bed.
What did it want? She had no food; the space mice always did away with the munchies she hid in her bedroom. She swallowed convulsively. Of course, she was food. Keith said last winter had been terrible for forest animals, especially the wolves. They were hungry and that was the reason they attacked the livestock. The princess and the Voltron Force met with her subjects to talk about the matter.
Keith proved to be a wealth of information about the wolves, declaring they only kill those animals that are sick or weak, helping to maintain the balance of nature. Allura agreed, ordering the villagers to stop their illegal hunting and promising to have some packs relocated.
But it was Keith who held her attention. The proud look on his face made her entire body hot.
The wolf stared down into her eyes. His hot breath fanned her face. Allura was terrified and fascinated at the same time.
The animal snorted, and then sniffed at her neck. She closed her eyes, waiting for its teeth to break the skin.
Then a wet tongue touched her throat. The animal licked her cheek. She opened her eyes.
Dawn was approaching, and she saw him more clearly. He was large and beautiful, and black as midnight. And his eyes- they were a gorgeous dark brown. She felt there was intelligence behind that gaze.
She blinked, and in an instant he was gone.
Allura tried to control the racing of her heart, the ragged sound of her breathing. Had she imagined it all?
A distant howl raised the hackles on the back of her neck. She scrambled to the window and tried to close it. Her hands shook badly. Once she completed the task, she leaned back and took deep gulps of air.
There was sadness in that howl. Was he calling to his mate?
Back in bed, she tried to calm down. What she needed was a distraction from her encounter with the wolf.
Keith's face immediately appeared, with his handsome features and his magnificent body. She growled softly. She certainly didn't want to think how good he had looked in those red swimming trunks.
Gradually, she drifted off to sleep. She dreamed of the wolf, and of Keith, but the dream became blurry, and somewhere along the way, she had trouble distinguishing between the two, the wolf and the man.
~*~
A Tale of Two Tacos
Word/Theme: Howl
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyShan
Author's Note: Inspired by a few late night conversations with some terrific friends.
I said I'd find a way to work "taco" into my drabble and here it is!
@SeanMontgom @Skechek @raelee514 @ZWMonkey @TheOriginalKL @AmarilloKC
Thank you all for making me hungry - and helping the taco shop down the street get rich. ;)
Warning: Innuendo
Word/Theme: Howl
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyShan
Author's Note: Inspired by a few late night conversations with some terrific friends.
I said I'd find a way to work "taco" into my drabble and here it is!
@SeanMontgom @Skechek @raelee514 @ZWMonkey @TheOriginalKL @AmarilloKC
Thank you all for making me hungry - and helping the taco shop down the street get rich. ;)
Warning: Innuendo
NSFW
"That was so much fun!" Allura glanced back at Lance, who followed her through the door Hunk was holding open for their little group.
"Halloween parties rock," Lance grinned. "All the girls in sexy costumes!"
"It's been a while since we did this!" Hunk stepped through the door, nodding toward Keith and Pidge who were considering a menu mounted above a long counter.
Pidge turned and said something to the newcomers.
"You gotta take that parrot mask off, Little Buddy," Hunk explained. "Can't understand a word you said."
The youngster pulled off the plush bird head. "Why do you guys get to be pirates and I get stuck in a bird suit?"
Lance ruffled Pidge's hair. "Because you're the only one Hunk can carry on his shoulders!"
"Can I take your order?" A voice was heard over the ruckus, and everyone turned their attention to choosing their meals.
Within a few minutes the Voltron Force were seating themselves around a table, each with a tray of delicious-smelling food.
"Mmmm," Hunk delighted in the rich, spicy tastes. "Mexican food is my favorite!"
"I thought all food was your favorite," Pidge teased as the group laughed.
"This is delicious!" Allura exclaimed, exceedingly pleased with her choice.
"What'd you get, Princess?" Keith smiled.
"Tacos - would you like to taste my taco?"
"Sure!" Keith smiled and leaned in for a nibble of Allura's tasty taco. "It's fishy...is it cod?"
The THWACK of Lance's hand hitting the tabletop stilled any reply Allura might've made, and Red Lion's pilot howled with laughter. Next to him, Hunk sat with his mouth ajar, quickly reaching over to cover Pidge's ears.
The Princess surveyed her teammates. "Lance?! Are you all right? H-Hunk...?"
Eyes wide with confusion, Allura turned to find Keith red-faced, glaring hotly at Lance.
From the size of his grin, this didn't seem to bother Lance. "So, Princess, can I have a taste of your taco? Or is it just for Keith?"
"Lance!" Keith growled.
"I might've shared my taco with you, too," Allura stared icily at Lance, "but you've upset Keith and ruined our fun! I don't understand why, but it's obvious he doesn't want me letting anyone else taste my taco. So, he'll be the only one getting any."
Her declaration created even more howls of laughter; Lance pausing as he wiped away tears.
"Oh Princess, I'm sorry if I upset you," he was doing his best to look defeated, only the crinkle at the corner of his eyes giving him away. "What if I offered to give you my burrito for a taste of your taco?"
"We're leaving. Now." Keith shot out of his seat.
The group rose and began to silently file out of the small restaurant, each pausing by the door to throw away their trash and stack their trays on a nearby table.
When only Lance and Allura were left inside, she quickly slipped a twenty dollar bill into his hand and winked. "Worth. Every. Penny."
END
"Halloween parties rock," Lance grinned. "All the girls in sexy costumes!"
"It's been a while since we did this!" Hunk stepped through the door, nodding toward Keith and Pidge who were considering a menu mounted above a long counter.
Pidge turned and said something to the newcomers.
"You gotta take that parrot mask off, Little Buddy," Hunk explained. "Can't understand a word you said."
The youngster pulled off the plush bird head. "Why do you guys get to be pirates and I get stuck in a bird suit?"
Lance ruffled Pidge's hair. "Because you're the only one Hunk can carry on his shoulders!"
"Can I take your order?" A voice was heard over the ruckus, and everyone turned their attention to choosing their meals.
Within a few minutes the Voltron Force were seating themselves around a table, each with a tray of delicious-smelling food.
"Mmmm," Hunk delighted in the rich, spicy tastes. "Mexican food is my favorite!"
"I thought all food was your favorite," Pidge teased as the group laughed.
"This is delicious!" Allura exclaimed, exceedingly pleased with her choice.
"What'd you get, Princess?" Keith smiled.
"Tacos - would you like to taste my taco?"
"Sure!" Keith smiled and leaned in for a nibble of Allura's tasty taco. "It's fishy...is it cod?"
The THWACK of Lance's hand hitting the tabletop stilled any reply Allura might've made, and Red Lion's pilot howled with laughter. Next to him, Hunk sat with his mouth ajar, quickly reaching over to cover Pidge's ears.
The Princess surveyed her teammates. "Lance?! Are you all right? H-Hunk...?"
Eyes wide with confusion, Allura turned to find Keith red-faced, glaring hotly at Lance.
From the size of his grin, this didn't seem to bother Lance. "So, Princess, can I have a taste of your taco? Or is it just for Keith?"
"Lance!" Keith growled.
"I might've shared my taco with you, too," Allura stared icily at Lance, "but you've upset Keith and ruined our fun! I don't understand why, but it's obvious he doesn't want me letting anyone else taste my taco. So, he'll be the only one getting any."
Her declaration created even more howls of laughter; Lance pausing as he wiped away tears.
"Oh Princess, I'm sorry if I upset you," he was doing his best to look defeated, only the crinkle at the corner of his eyes giving him away. "What if I offered to give you my burrito for a taste of your taco?"
"We're leaving. Now." Keith shot out of his seat.
The group rose and began to silently file out of the small restaurant, each pausing by the door to throw away their trash and stack their trays on a nearby table.
When only Lance and Allura were left inside, she quickly slipped a twenty dollar bill into his hand and winked. "Worth. Every. Penny."
END
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