Drabble Fics
Prompt:
Hunk of Cake
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
Hunk of Cake
(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.
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.
"Food Fight"
by KittyShan
"Hunk of Cake Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"A Piece of Cake"
by KittyLynne
"For the Love of Friends"
by Mylari
"Take a Bite"
by Mylari
"Hunk of Cake Drabble"
by Zejan
by KittyShan
"Hunk of Cake Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"A Piece of Cake"
by KittyLynne
"For the Love of Friends"
by Mylari
"Take a Bite"
by Mylari
"Hunk of Cake Drabble"
by Zejan
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~*~
Nanny sat at her desk, carefully writing out a list of baking supplies needed to restock the castle's pantry. She paused, tapping the pen against her cheek as she looked over her notes and smiled. . . 'so far so good,' she thought.
Just as suddenly as it had appeared, the smile vanished, her silent contemplation rudely interrupted by raucous laughter that sounded suspiciously as if it were coming from the dining hall - the royal dining hall.
Lickety split she was on her feet and headed toward the noise-makers.
"Those boys, always corrupting my precious posy with their wild shenanigans!" She grumbled, but there was no one to hear. "I'm going to teach them a lesson they won't soon forget!"
When she reached the dining hall, she paused only long enough to roll up her sleeves and take a deep breath before hitting the button that forced the doors apart. She stormed in, fist raised high in the air, but slowed when she surveyed the room.
"What in the-"
SPLAT!
The governess stood completely motionless as a hush fell over the room.
"Nanny!" Allura gasped, a look of sheer horror on her face.
"Uh-oh," Lance looked to Keith, who stood with his mouth agape. "Um, I think we're up that famous creek without a paddle, Cap'n."
"Let's get outta here!" Pidge whispered to Hunk, who simply shook his head.
The older woman reached up and wiped frosting from her eyes as the giant hunk of cake that had hit her in the face slid from her nose, dripped into her cleavage and finally plopped onto the floor at her feet.
The Voltron Force watched, seemingly paralyzed, caught somewhere between absolute terror and hysterical laughter.
"Who did this?" Nanny demanded.
The group looked around at one another. Everyone was covered in cake from their impromptu food fight, so it could be anyone, but Allura was the guilty party. And they all knew she'd never see the light of day if her governess found out.
"It was-" the Princess began.
Hunk stepped to Allura's side and placed a restraining hand on her arm. "No need to cover for-"
"What on Arus is going on in here?" Coran spoke as he walked into the room, slowly looking from one person to the next until his eyes found the older woman. "Nanny? What-?"
But the Royal Advisor wouldn't get to finish that thought. Klaxons began to sound throughout the castle, a warning that once again, Zarkon's force were attempting to wreak havoc on the peaceful planet.
"Saved by the bell," Lance muttered as the team ran from the room, hurrying to reach their Lions.
Just as suddenly as it had appeared, the smile vanished, her silent contemplation rudely interrupted by raucous laughter that sounded suspiciously as if it were coming from the dining hall - the royal dining hall.
Lickety split she was on her feet and headed toward the noise-makers.
"Those boys, always corrupting my precious posy with their wild shenanigans!" She grumbled, but there was no one to hear. "I'm going to teach them a lesson they won't soon forget!"
When she reached the dining hall, she paused only long enough to roll up her sleeves and take a deep breath before hitting the button that forced the doors apart. She stormed in, fist raised high in the air, but slowed when she surveyed the room.
"What in the-"
SPLAT!
The governess stood completely motionless as a hush fell over the room.
"Nanny!" Allura gasped, a look of sheer horror on her face.
"Uh-oh," Lance looked to Keith, who stood with his mouth agape. "Um, I think we're up that famous creek without a paddle, Cap'n."
"Let's get outta here!" Pidge whispered to Hunk, who simply shook his head.
The older woman reached up and wiped frosting from her eyes as the giant hunk of cake that had hit her in the face slid from her nose, dripped into her cleavage and finally plopped onto the floor at her feet.
The Voltron Force watched, seemingly paralyzed, caught somewhere between absolute terror and hysterical laughter.
"Who did this?" Nanny demanded.
The group looked around at one another. Everyone was covered in cake from their impromptu food fight, so it could be anyone, but Allura was the guilty party. And they all knew she'd never see the light of day if her governess found out.
"It was-" the Princess began.
Hunk stepped to Allura's side and placed a restraining hand on her arm. "No need to cover for-"
"What on Arus is going on in here?" Coran spoke as he walked into the room, slowly looking from one person to the next until his eyes found the older woman. "Nanny? What-?"
But the Royal Advisor wouldn't get to finish that thought. Klaxons began to sound throughout the castle, a warning that once again, Zarkon's force were attempting to wreak havoc on the peaceful planet.
"Saved by the bell," Lance muttered as the team ran from the room, hurrying to reach their Lions.
~*~
DRABBLE USING "HUNK OF CAKE"
Word/Theme: Hunk of Cake
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe/Vehicle Voltron
By KittyCaro
Word/Theme: Hunk of Cake
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe/Vehicle Voltron
By KittyCaro
"I can't believe it!"
Keith threw Lance an irritated glance. If his schoolmate hadn't been holding a cup of coffee and a cupcake, he would have hit him in the head. "I know, Lance… you have been saying that for the past two hours. I get it. Stop saying it."
"Damn," Lance shook his head. "I don't get it."
"Hunk is selling his cakes… pardon the expression, like hotcakes," Pidge said.
Sven returned from the coffee booth with two coffees. "He's using a secret ingredient," he said, stopping beside Keith and giving him a cup.
"Which ingredient?" Pidge asked.
Sven smiled enigmatically. "Better ask him yourself."
Lance grunted. "Well, I'm not going to stand here without knowing his secret."
Keith rolled his eyes. "Leave him alone."
"Yes," Pidge said. "We need the money for the Seize a Dream Foundation."
Lance glowered, and then forced himself back to relax back against the fence. The four cadets continued their vigil at the fair entrance, asking themselves about the secret ingredient that made their female schoolmates return to Hunk's cake booth, and the dreamy look in their faces afterwards.
Later that evening, when they were cleaning up the kitchen, a knock at the door had Hunk frowning and glancing toward it. He set the broom aside and moved to open the door, revealing their friend Ginger.
"Hunk, I need to speak with you," she said nervously, her blue eyes slipping from Keith and Sven, then away.
"Of course," he murmured, ushering her inside. He then turned to look at his friends. "If you'll excuse us?"
After a brief hesitation they left the kitchen. Lance pulled the door closed, but rather than return to the dormitories, stayed to listen through the door.
"So…" Hunk said. "How did it go with Hawkins?"
She sighed. "Better than I expected, but I need something…"
"Sweet?" he said with a grin.
"Oh, yes." Ginger blushed. "The girls can't stop talking about your cakes."
Hunk went to the table stacked with clear boxes of freshly baked cakes. She gazed at the selection: chocolate, carrot, lemon, red velvet, lemon-"
"Strawberries and cream," he said opening the box and cutting a slice.
"Yes," she whispered, taking the plate. She raised it to her nose and sniffed delicately. "It smells so good." She inhaled more deeply.
"Try it," he cajoled softly offering her a fork.
Ginger cut a piece and lifted it to her lips, closed her eyes, and took a bite. Her eyes immediately opened with delight. Oh God, it was like an oral orgasm! The cake was sinfully delicious!
"Good?"
"Hmmmm," she answered on a long moan.
He chuckled. "Glad you like it."
"The girls are right, you're the Hunk of Cake," Ginger whispered, moving slowly forward and closing her lips over his in a hot kiss.
Lance blinked at that. Hunk of Cake?
"I want more of your… cakes."
"Of course," he growled.
Lance stood there staring at the door and then grimaced. "Some guys have all the luck."
Keith threw Lance an irritated glance. If his schoolmate hadn't been holding a cup of coffee and a cupcake, he would have hit him in the head. "I know, Lance… you have been saying that for the past two hours. I get it. Stop saying it."
"Damn," Lance shook his head. "I don't get it."
"Hunk is selling his cakes… pardon the expression, like hotcakes," Pidge said.
Sven returned from the coffee booth with two coffees. "He's using a secret ingredient," he said, stopping beside Keith and giving him a cup.
"Which ingredient?" Pidge asked.
Sven smiled enigmatically. "Better ask him yourself."
Lance grunted. "Well, I'm not going to stand here without knowing his secret."
Keith rolled his eyes. "Leave him alone."
"Yes," Pidge said. "We need the money for the Seize a Dream Foundation."
Lance glowered, and then forced himself back to relax back against the fence. The four cadets continued their vigil at the fair entrance, asking themselves about the secret ingredient that made their female schoolmates return to Hunk's cake booth, and the dreamy look in their faces afterwards.
Later that evening, when they were cleaning up the kitchen, a knock at the door had Hunk frowning and glancing toward it. He set the broom aside and moved to open the door, revealing their friend Ginger.
"Hunk, I need to speak with you," she said nervously, her blue eyes slipping from Keith and Sven, then away.
"Of course," he murmured, ushering her inside. He then turned to look at his friends. "If you'll excuse us?"
After a brief hesitation they left the kitchen. Lance pulled the door closed, but rather than return to the dormitories, stayed to listen through the door.
"So…" Hunk said. "How did it go with Hawkins?"
She sighed. "Better than I expected, but I need something…"
"Sweet?" he said with a grin.
"Oh, yes." Ginger blushed. "The girls can't stop talking about your cakes."
Hunk went to the table stacked with clear boxes of freshly baked cakes. She gazed at the selection: chocolate, carrot, lemon, red velvet, lemon-"
"Strawberries and cream," he said opening the box and cutting a slice.
"Yes," she whispered, taking the plate. She raised it to her nose and sniffed delicately. "It smells so good." She inhaled more deeply.
"Try it," he cajoled softly offering her a fork.
Ginger cut a piece and lifted it to her lips, closed her eyes, and took a bite. Her eyes immediately opened with delight. Oh God, it was like an oral orgasm! The cake was sinfully delicious!
"Good?"
"Hmmmm," she answered on a long moan.
He chuckled. "Glad you like it."
"The girls are right, you're the Hunk of Cake," Ginger whispered, moving slowly forward and closing her lips over his in a hot kiss.
Lance blinked at that. Hunk of Cake?
"I want more of your… cakes."
"Of course," he growled.
Lance stood there staring at the door and then grimaced. "Some guys have all the luck."
~*~
A Piece of Cake
Word/Theme: Hunk of Cake
Word Count: 487
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyLynne
Word/Theme: Hunk of Cake
Word Count: 487
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyLynne
"Thank you so much, Chef Adrian." Princess Allura said as she set down her fork. "Your Hawaiian Delight cake tastes as wonderful as it looks!"
"I'm honored that my Princess would choose me for this task." After carefully packing the confection into a signature box, the pastry chef presented it to her with a bow. "Whomever has earned Her Majesty's favor is worthy of my best effort."
Allura smiled at the implicit question. "A hunk of cake for Hunk... I can't think of a more fitting treat."
"I'm honored that my Princess would choose me for this task." After carefully packing the confection into a signature box, the pastry chef presented it to her with a bow. "Whomever has earned Her Majesty's favor is worthy of my best effort."
Allura smiled at the implicit question. "A hunk of cake for Hunk... I can't think of a more fitting treat."
~*~*~*~
The mysterious box sitting on the doorstop to his quarters was white, perfectly square and topped with a fitted lid bearing the stamp of the royal baker. Despite its classy appearance, Hunk eyed it warily, From shaving cream pies to gummy spiders in his cobbler, he'd been burned before.
But this had a different vibe. Not only was it an official box, something the guys would never get their hands on, there was a note taped to the outside with his name written in an elegant, flowing script on expensive paper stock.
He edged closer, looked around, quickly bent and detached the note from the box. The royal wax seal of the Princess was affixed to the back, and he relaxed; Allura took the symbol of her high office seriously and would never use the seal for a prank.
Smiling and pocketing the letter, he picked up the box and tucked it under one arm while he entered his pass code into the keypad and stepped inside his room. He set the box down on his dresser as the seductive, mouth watering aromas of lemon, coconut and buttercream wafted from it.
He tossed back the lid, and stared in amazement. A work of culinary art...all for him?
Remembering the letter, he took it out, broke the seal, unfolded it and read:
Dear Hunk,
Please accept and enjoy this custom made cake as a thank you for the wonderful books you've gotten for me. You are a sweetheart, and they've been a godsend.
With gratitude,
Allura
P.S. Your sister was right about the latest one. Hope you did enjoy reading it, maybe we could discuss it sometime?
P.S.S. Please?
Hunk read the letter again, then closed his eyes in resignation.
She knew.
Ever the optimist, he began counting the positives. He'd curried favor with the Princess and scored a scrumptious treat. She was a good egg, wouldn't use it against him. And she wanted to have a book talk, something he'd been dying to do, but obviously couldn't with the other guys.
It was pretty neat they shared a secret. It shouldn't be hard to figure out how to have discussions...heck, he'd smuggled the books in with no one the wiser. He'd think of something, and when he did, it'd be a piece of cake.
Hunk grinned. Time to start eating or face an inquisition from the guys.
The End?
But this had a different vibe. Not only was it an official box, something the guys would never get their hands on, there was a note taped to the outside with his name written in an elegant, flowing script on expensive paper stock.
He edged closer, looked around, quickly bent and detached the note from the box. The royal wax seal of the Princess was affixed to the back, and he relaxed; Allura took the symbol of her high office seriously and would never use the seal for a prank.
Smiling and pocketing the letter, he picked up the box and tucked it under one arm while he entered his pass code into the keypad and stepped inside his room. He set the box down on his dresser as the seductive, mouth watering aromas of lemon, coconut and buttercream wafted from it.
He tossed back the lid, and stared in amazement. A work of culinary art...all for him?
Remembering the letter, he took it out, broke the seal, unfolded it and read:
Dear Hunk,
Please accept and enjoy this custom made cake as a thank you for the wonderful books you've gotten for me. You are a sweetheart, and they've been a godsend.
With gratitude,
Allura
P.S. Your sister was right about the latest one. Hope you did enjoy reading it, maybe we could discuss it sometime?
P.S.S. Please?
Hunk read the letter again, then closed his eyes in resignation.
She knew.
Ever the optimist, he began counting the positives. He'd curried favor with the Princess and scored a scrumptious treat. She was a good egg, wouldn't use it against him. And she wanted to have a book talk, something he'd been dying to do, but obviously couldn't with the other guys.
It was pretty neat they shared a secret. It shouldn't be hard to figure out how to have discussions...heck, he'd smuggled the books in with no one the wiser. He'd think of something, and when he did, it'd be a piece of cake.
Hunk grinned. Time to start eating or face an inquisition from the guys.
The End?
~*~
For the Love of Friends
(Drabble #1)
Word/Theme: Hunk of Cake
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
(Drabble #1)
Word/Theme: Hunk of Cake
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
Lance shuffled uncomfortably from foot to foot, tugging his collar irritably. Coran cleared his throat and the Red Lion pilot stilled with a sigh. His hazel eyes swept the room, instinctually searching for signs of trouble. Seeing nothing of concern, he turned his attention to the reason that he was dressed in such confining formal attire to begin with. Gliding across the dance floor, the newlyweds had eyes only for each other. It was their first dance, a slow, romantic excuse to ignore the throngs of guests milling around the ballroom.
Lance's gaze softened as he watched them swaying to the melody. He smiled joyfully, maybe even a little pridefully if truth be told, thinking about the part he played in bringing his friends together. At a quiet sound beside him, he turned to find Pidge and Hunk returning from their circuit of the room.
"Don't they look radiant?" Pidge whispered taking off his glasses, rubbing the lenses with a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. "I don't think I've ever seen Keith so happy before."
His teammates nodded silently, all three caught up in the emotion of the scene before them. They watched, misty eyed, as Keith led Allura tenderly around the dance floor, their heads inches apart, sharing a private conversation that left them both grinning and blushing. The song came to an end and the couple reluctantly broke their embrace, turning to face the throng of well-wishers gathered for their nuptials.
Lance didn't envy them this part of the evening. Crowds of people milled about, wanting a chance to rub elbows with the newly married couple. As he watched, a small grin playing at his lips, Keith pulled Allura against his side, one arm looped around her narrow waist, and they made their way through the greetings quickly and efficiently.
"I wish they'd hurry up and cut the cake already," Hunk whined plaintively, eying the large confection on display in the corner.
Lance chuckled, knowing the only thing preventing his husky teammate from sneaking a fingerful of icing was Nanny's vigilant gaze. As he watched, she shifted her eyes, glaring in their direction, challenging them to approach the cake she guarded. "Relax Hunk, you know Allura promised you'd get the first slice of cake. She won't let you down."
"Hunk of cake," the Yellow Lion pilot corrected. Lance slowly turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Hunk met his eyes evenly and continued, "She promised me a hunk of cake, not a slice. Her exact words were 'a hunk of cake for Hunk'."
Lance rolled his eyes, shook his head. "Whatever," he muttered. His collar constricted around his throat, threatening to strangle him. He sighed, shifting from foot to foot, shoes tight, toes pinched. As much as he loved his friends and didn't begrudge them this day, he for one was ready for the event to end. His leather jacket and turtleneck were calling him and he fully intended to answer that call as soon as possible.
Lance's gaze softened as he watched them swaying to the melody. He smiled joyfully, maybe even a little pridefully if truth be told, thinking about the part he played in bringing his friends together. At a quiet sound beside him, he turned to find Pidge and Hunk returning from their circuit of the room.
"Don't they look radiant?" Pidge whispered taking off his glasses, rubbing the lenses with a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. "I don't think I've ever seen Keith so happy before."
His teammates nodded silently, all three caught up in the emotion of the scene before them. They watched, misty eyed, as Keith led Allura tenderly around the dance floor, their heads inches apart, sharing a private conversation that left them both grinning and blushing. The song came to an end and the couple reluctantly broke their embrace, turning to face the throng of well-wishers gathered for their nuptials.
Lance didn't envy them this part of the evening. Crowds of people milled about, wanting a chance to rub elbows with the newly married couple. As he watched, a small grin playing at his lips, Keith pulled Allura against his side, one arm looped around her narrow waist, and they made their way through the greetings quickly and efficiently.
"I wish they'd hurry up and cut the cake already," Hunk whined plaintively, eying the large confection on display in the corner.
Lance chuckled, knowing the only thing preventing his husky teammate from sneaking a fingerful of icing was Nanny's vigilant gaze. As he watched, she shifted her eyes, glaring in their direction, challenging them to approach the cake she guarded. "Relax Hunk, you know Allura promised you'd get the first slice of cake. She won't let you down."
"Hunk of cake," the Yellow Lion pilot corrected. Lance slowly turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Hunk met his eyes evenly and continued, "She promised me a hunk of cake, not a slice. Her exact words were 'a hunk of cake for Hunk'."
Lance rolled his eyes, shook his head. "Whatever," he muttered. His collar constricted around his throat, threatening to strangle him. He sighed, shifting from foot to foot, shoes tight, toes pinched. As much as he loved his friends and didn't begrudge them this day, he for one was ready for the event to end. His leather jacket and turtleneck were calling him and he fully intended to answer that call as soon as possible.
~*~
Take a Bite
(Drabble #2)
Word/Theme: Hunk of Cake
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
(Drabble #2)
Word/Theme: Hunk of Cake
Word Count: 498
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
"Hunk of cake!" Allura laughs gleefully. "We can use the Lions and be done in no time at all."
"Piece of cake," Keith corrects her offhandedly, not bothering to look up from his book. I doubt he was really listening to the conversation, but even so, he never seems to miss anything the princess says. He turns the page and continues reading, oblivious to the gaze Allura is now turning on him.
"What, Keith?" she asks blinking, her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"The phrase is 'piece of cake' not 'hunk of cake', Princess," he explains gently, setting the book down beside him on the couch and turning to face her, an apologetic smile on his face.
"Oh," she looks a little crestfallen and it tugs at my heartstrings. She's been trying so hard to fit in with us, using our expressions, learning our quirks and she gets so disappointed when she gets it wrong.
"It's an understandable mistake, Princess," I reassure her, "especially when Hunk always insists on huge slabs of cake instead of human sized pieces."
"Hey," the Yellow Lion pilot protests, "some of us just have appetites larger than that of a Space Mouse. It's not my fault you're not much bigger than they are."
I roll my eyes at him, sighing, but otherwise ignoring the comment.
"It's okay, Pidge, I think you're just the right size," Allura says with a comforting smile, reaching out and pulling me into a hug.
I beam at her, leaning in closer and enjoying her embrace. But as much as I live for moments like these, feeling safe and warm pressed against her soft body, her light floral scent enveloping me, I know they are nothing more than small, fleeting gestures of friendship. Deep down inside I know who really turns her head. Heck we all know she's beyond infatuated with Keith, except maybe Keith himself. Her hold on me loosens and I reluctantly sit back up. Glancing past her, I manage to catch a quick glimpse of Keith in a rare unguarded moment. For the briefest of seconds, I see past his carefully maintained façade to find a look of envy lurking behind it. Keith, jealous of me? The concept boggles my mind until I realize that despite her obvious attraction for him, she's never shown it to him outright. She never hugs him, never kisses him, not even on the cheek. Even as these thoughts race through my head, I watch as he schools his expression, once more the stoic captain we all know so well.
Before I can begin to formulate a plan to bring them together and get them to admit to their mutual attraction, the alarm claxon sounds and we all race to meet Lance in castle control. Plotting their romance will have to wait; Voltron's got work to do! But when we get back maybe Lance and Hunk will help me to get Keith and the princess see what's right before their eyes.
"Piece of cake," Keith corrects her offhandedly, not bothering to look up from his book. I doubt he was really listening to the conversation, but even so, he never seems to miss anything the princess says. He turns the page and continues reading, oblivious to the gaze Allura is now turning on him.
"What, Keith?" she asks blinking, her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"The phrase is 'piece of cake' not 'hunk of cake', Princess," he explains gently, setting the book down beside him on the couch and turning to face her, an apologetic smile on his face.
"Oh," she looks a little crestfallen and it tugs at my heartstrings. She's been trying so hard to fit in with us, using our expressions, learning our quirks and she gets so disappointed when she gets it wrong.
"It's an understandable mistake, Princess," I reassure her, "especially when Hunk always insists on huge slabs of cake instead of human sized pieces."
"Hey," the Yellow Lion pilot protests, "some of us just have appetites larger than that of a Space Mouse. It's not my fault you're not much bigger than they are."
I roll my eyes at him, sighing, but otherwise ignoring the comment.
"It's okay, Pidge, I think you're just the right size," Allura says with a comforting smile, reaching out and pulling me into a hug.
I beam at her, leaning in closer and enjoying her embrace. But as much as I live for moments like these, feeling safe and warm pressed against her soft body, her light floral scent enveloping me, I know they are nothing more than small, fleeting gestures of friendship. Deep down inside I know who really turns her head. Heck we all know she's beyond infatuated with Keith, except maybe Keith himself. Her hold on me loosens and I reluctantly sit back up. Glancing past her, I manage to catch a quick glimpse of Keith in a rare unguarded moment. For the briefest of seconds, I see past his carefully maintained façade to find a look of envy lurking behind it. Keith, jealous of me? The concept boggles my mind until I realize that despite her obvious attraction for him, she's never shown it to him outright. She never hugs him, never kisses him, not even on the cheek. Even as these thoughts race through my head, I watch as he schools his expression, once more the stoic captain we all know so well.
Before I can begin to formulate a plan to bring them together and get them to admit to their mutual attraction, the alarm claxon sounds and we all race to meet Lance in castle control. Plotting their romance will have to wait; Voltron's got work to do! But when we get back maybe Lance and Hunk will help me to get Keith and the princess see what's right before their eyes.
~*~
Drabble Fic for Hunk of Cake
Word/Theme: Hunk of Cake
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Note: Tasia and Caroline are original characters from Zejan's fanfic series, "Lion Tales"
Word/Theme: Hunk of Cake
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Note: Tasia and Caroline are original characters from Zejan's fanfic series, "Lion Tales"
"Hunk, that's too much!" Tasia plants her hands on her hips and frowns. Pretty obvious she and I have different ideas about decorating a cake.
"It's okay. Caroline likes lots of icing."
"Come on, now. How many roses do you need?"
"I thought girls liked roses." I set the newest flower in place. When I was a kid, Mom always let me make the flowers for a cake. I was that good at it.
"Yeah, but there's no room to write 'Happy Birthday' on it!"
"You can bake another one, right?"
"Fine. That's all yours, then." She heads for the stove. I start on a fresh rose. I think Caroline is really going to like this...
"It's okay. Caroline likes lots of icing."
"Come on, now. How many roses do you need?"
"I thought girls liked roses." I set the newest flower in place. When I was a kid, Mom always let me make the flowers for a cake. I was that good at it.
"Yeah, but there's no room to write 'Happy Birthday' on it!"
"You can bake another one, right?"
"Fine. That's all yours, then." She heads for the stove. I start on a fresh rose. I think Caroline is really going to like this...
~*~*~*~
"Why are we wrapping gifts, Keith? Where's Hunk?" Lance tapes the flap I'm holding down with a finger.
"He's decorating Caroline's cake. That's more important to him."
"Big deal. I could decorate a cake just as well."
"Maybe, but you're not Caroline's sweetheart, are you?"
Lance sets the tape aside. "I'll show you what I can do with icing."
"Lance, there's a time for competition, but -"
Lance doesn't reply as he departs with a sense of purpose. I can clearly see disaster on the horizon.
"He's decorating Caroline's cake. That's more important to him."
"Big deal. I could decorate a cake just as well."
"Maybe, but you're not Caroline's sweetheart, are you?"
Lance sets the tape aside. "I'll show you what I can do with icing."
"Lance, there's a time for competition, but -"
Lance doesn't reply as he departs with a sense of purpose. I can clearly see disaster on the horizon.
~*~*~*~
"Hey, Tasia. Where's Hunk?"
"Over there, Lance." I wave a hand in Hunk's general direction. "But I wouldn't bother him if I were you."
"Maybe, but you're not me."
He passes by and I shrug to myself as I pick up the blender. From behind me I hear Lance demand Hunk's icing bag. Hunk tells Lance to get lost, then I hear him cuss. I turn just in time to see Hunk chasing Lance. Lance has Hunk's bag of icing. Hunk grabs for it and fumbles as his hand grips the bag. Icing shoots everywhere, including a spot on the floor he's about to step onto. His feet go flying. He grabs at the countertop to steady himself and slaps the tray his cake is resting on. Down he goes, the cake landing squarely on his head, then tumbling into his lap.
Lance bursts into laughter. I'm sure Hunk will get up and skin him alive, but he does the last thing I expect. He studies the mess and his lower lip wobbles. Huge tears well up in his eyes. Just then, Caroline enters the room.
"Tasia, donde esta mi querido? I wanted to -"
A sob from the floor catches her attention. She looks down, gasps and drops to her knees beside her crestfallen boyfriend. Hunk gives her a lopsided smile.
"Made you a cake, hon. Happy birthday." He offers the largest chunk of icing-coated disaster. Caroline smiles warmly and breaks off a bit.
"Oh, a hunk of cake. How sweet." She kisses his forehead and gets icing all over her face. He chuckles. She giggles. I approach Lance and nudge him toward the door.
"Let's let them clean up, why don't we?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah..." he takes my cue and we leave the room.
"Over there, Lance." I wave a hand in Hunk's general direction. "But I wouldn't bother him if I were you."
"Maybe, but you're not me."
He passes by and I shrug to myself as I pick up the blender. From behind me I hear Lance demand Hunk's icing bag. Hunk tells Lance to get lost, then I hear him cuss. I turn just in time to see Hunk chasing Lance. Lance has Hunk's bag of icing. Hunk grabs for it and fumbles as his hand grips the bag. Icing shoots everywhere, including a spot on the floor he's about to step onto. His feet go flying. He grabs at the countertop to steady himself and slaps the tray his cake is resting on. Down he goes, the cake landing squarely on his head, then tumbling into his lap.
Lance bursts into laughter. I'm sure Hunk will get up and skin him alive, but he does the last thing I expect. He studies the mess and his lower lip wobbles. Huge tears well up in his eyes. Just then, Caroline enters the room.
"Tasia, donde esta mi querido? I wanted to -"
A sob from the floor catches her attention. She looks down, gasps and drops to her knees beside her crestfallen boyfriend. Hunk gives her a lopsided smile.
"Made you a cake, hon. Happy birthday." He offers the largest chunk of icing-coated disaster. Caroline smiles warmly and breaks off a bit.
"Oh, a hunk of cake. How sweet." She kisses his forehead and gets icing all over her face. He chuckles. She giggles. I approach Lance and nudge him toward the door.
"Let's let them clean up, why don't we?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah..." he takes my cue and we leave the room.
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