Drabble Fics
Prompt:
Surrender
(The prompt must appear as a word or theme in the story.)
Surrender
(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.
"Surrender Drabble"
by KittyCaro
"Surrender Drabble"
by Zejan
"Giving Way"
by KittyShan
"Fit of Giggles"
by Paulina Ann
"No Cookies for You"
by KittyLynne
"On the Mend"
by Mylari
"Her Secret"
by Mylari
by KittyCaro
"Surrender Drabble"
by Zejan
"Giving Way"
by KittyShan
"Fit of Giggles"
by Paulina Ann
"No Cookies for You"
by KittyLynne
"On the Mend"
by Mylari
"Her Secret"
by Mylari
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DRABBLE USING "SURRENDER"
Word: Surrender
Word Count: 467
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyCaro
Author's Note: Inspired by the works of Zejan
Warning: Adult/Sexual Content
Word: Surrender
Word Count: 467
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By KittyCaro
Author's Note: Inspired by the works of Zejan
Warning: Adult/Sexual Content
NSFW
Allura liked the way Keith had laughed softly afterward, lying with her tucked into his shoulder, lazily stroking her back while talking about their future.
Smiling, she remembered when he had rose with great effort from the sofa and moved toward the bed of his cabin, drawing her with him.
"Keith, what are you doing?" she murmured. "You should be resting instead of-"
His movements seemed pained as he shed his gloves, and Allura's eyes fasted on the long, suntanned hands that rose to the collar of his armor.
"I'm tired of fighting against my need for you," he confessed. His brown eyes burned into hers, and she could feel the resistance melting within her as he pulled off his armor and undershirt.
"Surrender with me, princess," he pleaded.
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
She began removing her dress, her hands trembling as she watched him unzip his pants. Watching him undress, she let her hands still in their progress.
"Princess?"
She did not miss the slight wince of pain that flickered over his face as he leaned back into the pillows.
"I'm waiting," he said with a smile.
"Sorry," she said blushing beautifully.
Her gown joined his discarded uniform on the floor and Keith held out a hand in invitation which she immediately accepted, kneeling beside him and letting her hands slide lovingly over his throat and chest above the bandages.
"I love you, Keith," she whispered against his lips.
He sighed contently. "And I love you, Allura. Never doubt it."
The princess gasped when he caught her about the waist. He pulled her to him and lifted her easily. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms went around his neck. He thrust heavily into her with a groan.
Opening his eyes, he stared at her. "Okay?" he rasped.
Allura nodded because her throat was clenched too tightly for her to speak.
He guided her hips with his hands as he watched her face for any signs of discomfort. "Relax," he whispered. "Let me take care of you."
Sweet pleasure soon replaced the pain under his tender ministrations. His need, his wanting were now hers and she went willingly, eagerly where he led, shuddering in delight.
"Keith," she said covering his hands with hers and feeling the strength of his grip. She trailed her gaze over his body, pausing at the multiple scars. Some were deep, and she suspected he carried a lot more in his soul.
She held his hand against her cheek. "I wish I could make you feel better."
He sighed as he moved slowly within her. "Believe me, princess, you are."
It was a moment meant to be, a time to surrender to love with the joining of their bodies. The world could fall apart, and they would still be together.
Smiling, she remembered when he had rose with great effort from the sofa and moved toward the bed of his cabin, drawing her with him.
"Keith, what are you doing?" she murmured. "You should be resting instead of-"
His movements seemed pained as he shed his gloves, and Allura's eyes fasted on the long, suntanned hands that rose to the collar of his armor.
"I'm tired of fighting against my need for you," he confessed. His brown eyes burned into hers, and she could feel the resistance melting within her as he pulled off his armor and undershirt.
"Surrender with me, princess," he pleaded.
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
She began removing her dress, her hands trembling as she watched him unzip his pants. Watching him undress, she let her hands still in their progress.
"Princess?"
She did not miss the slight wince of pain that flickered over his face as he leaned back into the pillows.
"I'm waiting," he said with a smile.
"Sorry," she said blushing beautifully.
Her gown joined his discarded uniform on the floor and Keith held out a hand in invitation which she immediately accepted, kneeling beside him and letting her hands slide lovingly over his throat and chest above the bandages.
"I love you, Keith," she whispered against his lips.
He sighed contently. "And I love you, Allura. Never doubt it."
The princess gasped when he caught her about the waist. He pulled her to him and lifted her easily. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms went around his neck. He thrust heavily into her with a groan.
Opening his eyes, he stared at her. "Okay?" he rasped.
Allura nodded because her throat was clenched too tightly for her to speak.
He guided her hips with his hands as he watched her face for any signs of discomfort. "Relax," he whispered. "Let me take care of you."
Sweet pleasure soon replaced the pain under his tender ministrations. His need, his wanting were now hers and she went willingly, eagerly where he led, shuddering in delight.
"Keith," she said covering his hands with hers and feeling the strength of his grip. She trailed her gaze over his body, pausing at the multiple scars. Some were deep, and she suspected he carried a lot more in his soul.
She held his hand against her cheek. "I wish I could make you feel better."
He sighed as he moved slowly within her. "Believe me, princess, you are."
It was a moment meant to be, a time to surrender to love with the joining of their bodies. The world could fall apart, and they would still be together.
~*~
Drabble Fic for Surrender
Word/Theme: Surrender
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Note: Caroline and Alan are original characters from Zejan's fanfic series, "Lion Tales"
Word/Theme: Surrender
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Zejan
Note: Caroline and Alan are original characters from Zejan's fanfic series, "Lion Tales"
"So this is going to be your famous Chocolate cake?" I sit down at the far end of the counter. Caroline gives me a smile as she picks up a large mixing bowl.
"Yes, Alan. But I don't think it's all that famous, really."
"Of course it is. It was the main subject of discussion for days after the picnic last month. Even Princess Allura claimed it was as good as Nanny's, and that's saying something."
Caro smiles and begins to stir a bowl of batter. Right then Hunk strolls into the kitchen. He glances at me, eyes the pans and spoons lying on the counter, looks at Caroline.
"Heya, Li'l Gal - makin' some more cake?" His gaze lands on a bowl full of creamy icing. He waits until her back is turned to pick it up and steal a fingerful. He looks my way and secures my silence with a steady gaze which promises pain if I tattle.
"Yes, I am baking a cake, querido...and I hope you aren't eating all of the icing." Caroline glances over her shoulder. Hunk isn't fast enough with putting the bowl down. She gives him a pretty pout. He rubs at the back of his head and grins. Caro resumes mixing batter and Hunk reaches for the bowl again.
"Hunk..." she says, as if she has eyes in the back of her head. Hunk freezes like a mouse inches from the cheese. Caro begins dusting a pan with flour. Hunk picks up a spoon and tries for the bowl again. She turns to look and he hides the spoon behind his back. She plants her hands on her hips and taps a foot.
"I will save you whatever is left over, but you can't eat any more until then. You know you don't know when to stop."
"Aww, c'mon - just one more taste, puh-leeeze...?" He gives her a pleading look. She sighs and rolls her eyes, then nods. Hunk takes a healthy spoonful and pops it into his mouth. Caroline goes back to preparing the pans. Hunk waits until she's busy pouring batter before he makes another attempt at the icing.
Caroline stops, turns and frowns, then she comes right up behind Hunk to tickle his ribs. He gives a cry of alarm that trails off into a high squeal I didn't think he was capable of making and drops the spoon. Caroline continues with her assault until he moves away from the counter and raises both hands, palms out.
"Okay, okay, you win!" He gasps. "I surrender! But, umm...you don't really wanna use that icing after I've had my fingers all through it, do ya?"
Caro looks at the bowl, then up at Hunk. He gives her a cheesy grin. She hands the bowl to him. He plants an icing-covered kiss on her cheek and flees the room. Caroline looks my way and shrugs.
"Just like a little boy," she says, and collects ingredients for a fresh bowl of icing.
"Yes, Alan. But I don't think it's all that famous, really."
"Of course it is. It was the main subject of discussion for days after the picnic last month. Even Princess Allura claimed it was as good as Nanny's, and that's saying something."
Caro smiles and begins to stir a bowl of batter. Right then Hunk strolls into the kitchen. He glances at me, eyes the pans and spoons lying on the counter, looks at Caroline.
"Heya, Li'l Gal - makin' some more cake?" His gaze lands on a bowl full of creamy icing. He waits until her back is turned to pick it up and steal a fingerful. He looks my way and secures my silence with a steady gaze which promises pain if I tattle.
"Yes, I am baking a cake, querido...and I hope you aren't eating all of the icing." Caroline glances over her shoulder. Hunk isn't fast enough with putting the bowl down. She gives him a pretty pout. He rubs at the back of his head and grins. Caro resumes mixing batter and Hunk reaches for the bowl again.
"Hunk..." she says, as if she has eyes in the back of her head. Hunk freezes like a mouse inches from the cheese. Caro begins dusting a pan with flour. Hunk picks up a spoon and tries for the bowl again. She turns to look and he hides the spoon behind his back. She plants her hands on her hips and taps a foot.
"I will save you whatever is left over, but you can't eat any more until then. You know you don't know when to stop."
"Aww, c'mon - just one more taste, puh-leeeze...?" He gives her a pleading look. She sighs and rolls her eyes, then nods. Hunk takes a healthy spoonful and pops it into his mouth. Caroline goes back to preparing the pans. Hunk waits until she's busy pouring batter before he makes another attempt at the icing.
Caroline stops, turns and frowns, then she comes right up behind Hunk to tickle his ribs. He gives a cry of alarm that trails off into a high squeal I didn't think he was capable of making and drops the spoon. Caroline continues with her assault until he moves away from the counter and raises both hands, palms out.
"Okay, okay, you win!" He gasps. "I surrender! But, umm...you don't really wanna use that icing after I've had my fingers all through it, do ya?"
Caro looks at the bowl, then up at Hunk. He gives her a cheesy grin. She hands the bowl to him. He plants an icing-covered kiss on her cheek and flees the room. Caroline looks my way and shrugs.
"Just like a little boy," she says, and collects ingredients for a fresh bowl of icing.
~*~
Keith stood at the window, watching as the sky began to lighten, signaling the dawn of a new day.
'Of a new era...'
Zarkon was dead, Lotor captured. It seemed so surreal.
Finally they would have peace... But what did that mean for him?
'No more excuses - time to move forward.'
So he waited, knowing she should arrive soon...
'Of a new era...'
Zarkon was dead, Lotor captured. It seemed so surreal.
Finally they would have peace... But what did that mean for him?
'No more excuses - time to move forward.'
So he waited, knowing she should arrive soon...
~*~*~*~
As soon as the door opened, Allura saw him, his lean form silhouetted against the backdrop of the sunrise.
Galaxy Garrison had lost no time ordering their pilots return to Terra and immediately received resignations from Hunk, Lance and Pidge.
'The others are staying, but will he?' Once more, she wondered what would stop him from going now that the war was won.
"Keith?" Anxiety filled her voice as she made her way to his side. "I got your message - you said it was urgent."
Galaxy Garrison had lost no time ordering their pilots return to Terra and immediately received resignations from Hunk, Lance and Pidge.
'The others are staying, but will he?' Once more, she wondered what would stop him from going now that the war was won.
"Keith?" Anxiety filled her voice as she made her way to his side. "I got your message - you said it was urgent."
~*~*~*~
Keith felt an icy knot form where his stomach should be. He hesitated, praying he wouldn't lose his nerve; this was the most difficult thing he would ever do.
"Princess-"
"Allura."
He turned to face her, a slight smile tugging up the corner of his mouth. "Allura, I..."
She didn't wait, instead reaching out to take his hands. "No matter what it is, you can tell me."
The breath slipped past his lips and his shoulders sagged; she saw this as his attempt at goodbye and wanted to ease his heart.
"Keith, it's all right," her words were spoken evenly, but her tone revealed her pain. "We won and now it's time for us to return to...to...our former..." she sighed, trying again. "I know how much your work means to you and I understand that you must leave-"
"No!"
His ferocity took her aback.
"No?"
"Allura I don't want to leave- I won't!" He extracted his hands from her grasp, running them through his hair. "I can't go- don't you see?"
"I...I'm not sure..." She had never known him to be uncertain, never seen him so seemingly lost.
Looking down into her wide blue eyes, Keith saw a mix of confusion and fear. 'It's now or never!'
He pulled her against his chest, smiling at the way her mouth formed a tiny "o" in surprise. Wrapping one arm around her waist and resting a hand on the small of her back, he used his free hand to caress her cheek.
"I have loved you since I first saw you," he tucked an errant curl behind her ear, tracing the delicate pink shell with his finger. "I've wanted to tell you, to surrender to you, since the moment I knelt before you and offered my oath. Allura, if only you'll have me, I will stay forever."
"Keith..." Her tears fell freely. "Oh Keith, I love you, too!"
And so, he kissed her senseless as the sun rose up to greet their new love.
END
"Princess-"
"Allura."
He turned to face her, a slight smile tugging up the corner of his mouth. "Allura, I..."
She didn't wait, instead reaching out to take his hands. "No matter what it is, you can tell me."
The breath slipped past his lips and his shoulders sagged; she saw this as his attempt at goodbye and wanted to ease his heart.
"Keith, it's all right," her words were spoken evenly, but her tone revealed her pain. "We won and now it's time for us to return to...to...our former..." she sighed, trying again. "I know how much your work means to you and I understand that you must leave-"
"No!"
His ferocity took her aback.
"No?"
"Allura I don't want to leave- I won't!" He extracted his hands from her grasp, running them through his hair. "I can't go- don't you see?"
"I...I'm not sure..." She had never known him to be uncertain, never seen him so seemingly lost.
Looking down into her wide blue eyes, Keith saw a mix of confusion and fear. 'It's now or never!'
He pulled her against his chest, smiling at the way her mouth formed a tiny "o" in surprise. Wrapping one arm around her waist and resting a hand on the small of her back, he used his free hand to caress her cheek.
"I have loved you since I first saw you," he tucked an errant curl behind her ear, tracing the delicate pink shell with his finger. "I've wanted to tell you, to surrender to you, since the moment I knelt before you and offered my oath. Allura, if only you'll have me, I will stay forever."
"Keith..." Her tears fell freely. "Oh Keith, I love you, too!"
And so, he kissed her senseless as the sun rose up to greet their new love.
END
~*~
Fit of Giggles
Word: Surrender
Word Count: 499
Voltron: Legendary Defender
By Paulina Ann
Author's Notes:
Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron or any of its characters.
Rating/Setting: Rating is K. Setting is VLD.
Word: Surrender
Word Count: 499
Voltron: Legendary Defender
By Paulina Ann
Author's Notes:
Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron or any of its characters.
Rating/Setting: Rating is K. Setting is VLD.
Keith eyed the princess as they circled each other. Each held a sword and was breathing heavily. Keith cautiously used the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow and to get the hair from his eyes. "So, never give up, never surrender. That's your motto?"
Laughter drifted across to him. "In this battle against Zarkon, it has to be my motto. OUR motto."
Keith saw the tension in her stance. She was carrying a heavy burden. He had hoped some time sparring together would give her a chance to let go and give her an outlet to talk. The need to defeat Zarkon was fueling her attacks and while it was good to get that out, he didn't want that to be the sole thing that she took away from this session.
It would be difficult as the princess had a keen eye for battle tactics and was more than his match in this arena, but he felt that he could get her off-balance. A smile formed on his face as he closed the distance between them. Their swords clashed and slid against each other until they were both pointed up to the ceiling, the hilts pressed close between them. "Allura?" he asked with his teeth gritted.
"Yes," came her equally strained reply.
"Have you ever been kissed?" It was only a moment that her concentration faltered but it was enough for him to disarm her which had been his intention with the question.
She looked at him with anger in her eyes. "That was unfair!"
"Maybe, maybe not," he countered as he tossed his sword to the side. Getting into a fighting stance he asked, "Want to keep going?"
A fire sparked in Allura's eyes. "Remember the motto?"
He laughed. Of course he hadn't forgotten, he had just heard it. But he planned on getting a surrender from her before they were finished.
Twenty minutes later Keith was starting to have some doubts as his body ached and his breath came in gasps at times. But then Allura lunged and Keith grabbed her arm and pulled her around bringing her back into hard contact with his chest. Gripping her tightly with one arm he softly whispered, "Never surrender, Princess?"
"Never," she said after a moment's hesitation.
He wasn't sure why, but she seemed slightly less aggressive as he held her. The smile crept back on his face. "Never say never, Allura."
"What-" she began to ask and then stopped as she burst into a fit of giggles.
With his free hand, Keith continued to tickle her.
Allura gasped out, "Stop it, Keith! Stop! I give up!"
Keith stopped the giggle inducing motions and wrapped both arms around her, "Sometimes it's okay to surrender." He squeezed a little tighter finding that he liked the feel of her in his arms. "When it's to the right person."
"Princess Allura and Paladins to the bridge!" As they rushed from the room each had something to think about.
Laughter drifted across to him. "In this battle against Zarkon, it has to be my motto. OUR motto."
Keith saw the tension in her stance. She was carrying a heavy burden. He had hoped some time sparring together would give her a chance to let go and give her an outlet to talk. The need to defeat Zarkon was fueling her attacks and while it was good to get that out, he didn't want that to be the sole thing that she took away from this session.
It would be difficult as the princess had a keen eye for battle tactics and was more than his match in this arena, but he felt that he could get her off-balance. A smile formed on his face as he closed the distance between them. Their swords clashed and slid against each other until they were both pointed up to the ceiling, the hilts pressed close between them. "Allura?" he asked with his teeth gritted.
"Yes," came her equally strained reply.
"Have you ever been kissed?" It was only a moment that her concentration faltered but it was enough for him to disarm her which had been his intention with the question.
She looked at him with anger in her eyes. "That was unfair!"
"Maybe, maybe not," he countered as he tossed his sword to the side. Getting into a fighting stance he asked, "Want to keep going?"
A fire sparked in Allura's eyes. "Remember the motto?"
He laughed. Of course he hadn't forgotten, he had just heard it. But he planned on getting a surrender from her before they were finished.
Twenty minutes later Keith was starting to have some doubts as his body ached and his breath came in gasps at times. But then Allura lunged and Keith grabbed her arm and pulled her around bringing her back into hard contact with his chest. Gripping her tightly with one arm he softly whispered, "Never surrender, Princess?"
"Never," she said after a moment's hesitation.
He wasn't sure why, but she seemed slightly less aggressive as he held her. The smile crept back on his face. "Never say never, Allura."
"What-" she began to ask and then stopped as she burst into a fit of giggles.
With his free hand, Keith continued to tickle her.
Allura gasped out, "Stop it, Keith! Stop! I give up!"
Keith stopped the giggle inducing motions and wrapped both arms around her, "Sometimes it's okay to surrender." He squeezed a little tighter finding that he liked the feel of her in his arms. "When it's to the right person."
"Princess Allura and Paladins to the bridge!" As they rushed from the room each had something to think about.
~*~
"Way to go, Hunk. You had one job, making sure Hurricane Nanny wasn't on duty, and you blew it!"
"At least I knew a great place to hide out until the storm dies down."
"Wouldn't call a cleaning supply closet a great place- it's dark and cramped. And cluttered! Tried to sit down, and I almost had a broom handle up my butt!"
"Here, I'll move 'em. Take these big sponges to sit on, it'll give ya some cushion from the concrete floor."
"Thanks a heap."
"Would it help your attitude if I told you there's a cooler of beverages and a stash of premium fresh cookies already in here?"
"Would this be your private stash?"
"Yep. And since it's my fault we're here, I'm willing to share."
"What kind of cookies?"
"Double chocolate chip."
"Excellent. Beverage?"
"Iced coffee in a can. Caramel Swirl."
"Alright, that'll be sufficient. Your transgression is forgiven."
"Thanks. And you can drink with confidence knowing we have access to a bucket, antibacterial soap and disinfectant for emergencies. "
"What a comfort. You think we'll be in here that long?"
"Nah. Just gotta wait for her to give up and go back to bed. I give it half hour tops. She's not a night owl. "
"Huh. This might turn out okay! Hey, hand me a couple cookies and a can of Joe and ...I'll..ugh..."
"What's wrong?"
"What's that smell?"
"Er...what smell?"
"Don't give me that! It's rank, and you're shaking, which means you're laughing!"
"Heh heh. Whoopsie daisy!"
"So you're directly responsible for that godawful stench?"
"Um...I may have had a few extra baked beans at supper."
"Oh my God, another one! And worse!"
"Sorry! But my mom always said, it's not healthy to keep things bottled up-"
"I'm gagging! Where's the air freshener and face masks?"
"None in this closet."
"Fine! Hand me that white towel behind you!"
"Gonna use it for a gas mask? Ha ha..."
"No! It's my white flag. No cookie is worth suffering a barrage of your SBDs*!"
"What? Hey wait, Lance! Stop! I'm sorry! Don't open that door-"
"HEY NANNY! I SURRENDER!"
The End. :D
*Silent But Deadlies
"At least I knew a great place to hide out until the storm dies down."
"Wouldn't call a cleaning supply closet a great place- it's dark and cramped. And cluttered! Tried to sit down, and I almost had a broom handle up my butt!"
"Here, I'll move 'em. Take these big sponges to sit on, it'll give ya some cushion from the concrete floor."
"Thanks a heap."
"Would it help your attitude if I told you there's a cooler of beverages and a stash of premium fresh cookies already in here?"
"Would this be your private stash?"
"Yep. And since it's my fault we're here, I'm willing to share."
"What kind of cookies?"
"Double chocolate chip."
"Excellent. Beverage?"
"Iced coffee in a can. Caramel Swirl."
"Alright, that'll be sufficient. Your transgression is forgiven."
"Thanks. And you can drink with confidence knowing we have access to a bucket, antibacterial soap and disinfectant for emergencies. "
"What a comfort. You think we'll be in here that long?"
"Nah. Just gotta wait for her to give up and go back to bed. I give it half hour tops. She's not a night owl. "
"Huh. This might turn out okay! Hey, hand me a couple cookies and a can of Joe and ...I'll..ugh..."
"What's wrong?"
"What's that smell?"
"Er...what smell?"
"Don't give me that! It's rank, and you're shaking, which means you're laughing!"
"Heh heh. Whoopsie daisy!"
"So you're directly responsible for that godawful stench?"
"Um...I may have had a few extra baked beans at supper."
"Oh my God, another one! And worse!"
"Sorry! But my mom always said, it's not healthy to keep things bottled up-"
"I'm gagging! Where's the air freshener and face masks?"
"None in this closet."
"Fine! Hand me that white towel behind you!"
"Gonna use it for a gas mask? Ha ha..."
"No! It's my white flag. No cookie is worth suffering a barrage of your SBDs*!"
"What? Hey wait, Lance! Stop! I'm sorry! Don't open that door-"
"HEY NANNY! I SURRENDER!"
The End. :D
*Silent But Deadlies
~*~
On the Mend
(Submission #1)
Word: Surrender
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
(Submission #1)
Word: Surrender
Word Count: 500
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
By Mylari
I close my eyes; focus on breathing steadily and evenly. The others berate Allura, pointing out the selfishness of her actions, the dangers of her impulsiveness. I try to tune them out. I need more time to think things through, to figure out how to handle the situation. Unfortunately, the princess has other ideas, pushes me to say something. I snap at her, my words sharper, more hurtful than I intended. She flees in tears, but I'm too angry to follow her and try to salvage the situation.
Hours later I sit before the control console keeping an eye on Lotor, trying to figure out what he's up to now, when I hear soft footsteps in the hallway. The air currents carry the slightest hint of her scent to me. I wait for her to approach, search for the right words to clear the air and undo the hurt I've caused her. But she turns and leaves, her footsteps growing fainter as she makes her way down the corridor.
Evening falls and I gather with the rest of the guys in the lounge, listen to them complain about Sven's continued absence, Allura's rash behavior, the very future of the team itself. I stand quietly, hearing them out, not commenting; simply letting them vent their frustrations. They need the safety and freedom to be honest, to process the situation on their own. But we're unaware that the princess is standing right outside the door eavesdropping on our conversation.
By the time the team finishes talking out their concerns, it's decided that Allura simply needs more guidance, more support, more training in team dynamics. We head to her room to clear the air, but we're too late. She's gone.
We race to Castle Control. Coran tells us that she's gone to surrender herself to Lotor. I blame myself. I shouldn't have said what I did to her, should have worked harder to keep things from escalating this far. I order the team to the lions, hoping we're in time to rescue the princess. Arriving, we find her already in Lotor's clutches. Within moments, we exit our ships; their keys resting in my palm. My slow approach to the prince is a signal to Coran; he sends smokescreen missiles. The keys fly through the air, landing in the outstretched hands of the other pilots. I race to Allura, urge her to seek safety in the Blue Lion. Fire races through my shoulder, Lotor's sword biting into my flesh. But he's too late, Allura's in her lion and we make short work of his robeast.
Foe thwarted, we head back to the castle. Lance and Allura insist on helping me make my way to the control room. I don't need the assistance, but don't stop them; the gesture refocuses the team, erases the resentment that had begun to take hold. And now, I sit enduring Nanny's ministrations, knowing that both my shoulder and the team are well on their way to a full recovery.
Hours later I sit before the control console keeping an eye on Lotor, trying to figure out what he's up to now, when I hear soft footsteps in the hallway. The air currents carry the slightest hint of her scent to me. I wait for her to approach, search for the right words to clear the air and undo the hurt I've caused her. But she turns and leaves, her footsteps growing fainter as she makes her way down the corridor.
Evening falls and I gather with the rest of the guys in the lounge, listen to them complain about Sven's continued absence, Allura's rash behavior, the very future of the team itself. I stand quietly, hearing them out, not commenting; simply letting them vent their frustrations. They need the safety and freedom to be honest, to process the situation on their own. But we're unaware that the princess is standing right outside the door eavesdropping on our conversation.
By the time the team finishes talking out their concerns, it's decided that Allura simply needs more guidance, more support, more training in team dynamics. We head to her room to clear the air, but we're too late. She's gone.
We race to Castle Control. Coran tells us that she's gone to surrender herself to Lotor. I blame myself. I shouldn't have said what I did to her, should have worked harder to keep things from escalating this far. I order the team to the lions, hoping we're in time to rescue the princess. Arriving, we find her already in Lotor's clutches. Within moments, we exit our ships; their keys resting in my palm. My slow approach to the prince is a signal to Coran; he sends smokescreen missiles. The keys fly through the air, landing in the outstretched hands of the other pilots. I race to Allura, urge her to seek safety in the Blue Lion. Fire races through my shoulder, Lotor's sword biting into my flesh. But he's too late, Allura's in her lion and we make short work of his robeast.
Foe thwarted, we head back to the castle. Lance and Allura insist on helping me make my way to the control room. I don't need the assistance, but don't stop them; the gesture refocuses the team, erases the resentment that had begun to take hold. And now, I sit enduring Nanny's ministrations, knowing that both my shoulder and the team are well on their way to a full recovery.
~*~
It was a typical day on Planet Arus; sun shining, flowers blooming, Lotor demanding we surrender the princess to him, Keith vowing to die before that happened. All in all, pretty typical. But it stands out in my mind for another reason; it was the first time I really saw Allura's attraction to our captain.
Sure, I have a habit of teasing Keith in private about his feelings for Allura. He does his best to deny it, but after all these years, I know him too well to fall for his attempts at deception. I know what 'Keith in love' looks like, and for those of us aware of his tells, it's been on display almost since the day we met Allura. I try to be careful not to push him too far, also being quite familiar with the look, and feel, of his anger. When our conversations grow more serious and he seems on the verge of opening up, I try to interject reassurances that she returns his feelings. Of course those have always just been the words of a best friend, not necessarily based on observed facts or inside information. Keith is always so focused on his job, his responsibilities, that I've made it my personal goal to loosen him up, try to get him to stop denying himself the things his heart so deeply desires.
On that day, I just happened to be standing in the right spot to watch Allura as Keith confronted Lotor. Normally, I'd have been right beside him, shoulder to shoulder, my body language reinforcing every word he said. But that day I was on the other side of the console, talking to him about something or other when the Prince decided it was time for his daily demand call. Allura just happened to walk into Castle Control then, fortunately remaining out of range of the viewscreen. She made her way around the perimeter of the room, quietly listening to the clash of wills taking place over her freedom. That was when I saw it. The look that she turned on Keith when she thought she was safely hidden from view a few yards behind his left shoulder was one of pure desire.
She came to a stop, her eyes running along his form, her expression one of appreciation, and I couldn't help but smile at the utter joy on her face. The call ended and Keith turned to identify the newcomer in the room. Allura quickly averted her eyes, no doubt trying to keep him from seeing any hint of what I'd witnessed. But instead of landing on a console or some other neutral item, her eyes met mine. In that instant she knew she'd been observed. I winked and smiled reassuringly at her, an unspoken promise to keep her secret, much like the one I made to Keith. Of course that doesn't mean that I can't work to get them to admit their feelings to each other...
Sure, I have a habit of teasing Keith in private about his feelings for Allura. He does his best to deny it, but after all these years, I know him too well to fall for his attempts at deception. I know what 'Keith in love' looks like, and for those of us aware of his tells, it's been on display almost since the day we met Allura. I try to be careful not to push him too far, also being quite familiar with the look, and feel, of his anger. When our conversations grow more serious and he seems on the verge of opening up, I try to interject reassurances that she returns his feelings. Of course those have always just been the words of a best friend, not necessarily based on observed facts or inside information. Keith is always so focused on his job, his responsibilities, that I've made it my personal goal to loosen him up, try to get him to stop denying himself the things his heart so deeply desires.
On that day, I just happened to be standing in the right spot to watch Allura as Keith confronted Lotor. Normally, I'd have been right beside him, shoulder to shoulder, my body language reinforcing every word he said. But that day I was on the other side of the console, talking to him about something or other when the Prince decided it was time for his daily demand call. Allura just happened to walk into Castle Control then, fortunately remaining out of range of the viewscreen. She made her way around the perimeter of the room, quietly listening to the clash of wills taking place over her freedom. That was when I saw it. The look that she turned on Keith when she thought she was safely hidden from view a few yards behind his left shoulder was one of pure desire.
She came to a stop, her eyes running along his form, her expression one of appreciation, and I couldn't help but smile at the utter joy on her face. The call ended and Keith turned to identify the newcomer in the room. Allura quickly averted her eyes, no doubt trying to keep him from seeing any hint of what I'd witnessed. But instead of landing on a console or some other neutral item, her eyes met mine. In that instant she knew she'd been observed. I winked and smiled reassuringly at her, an unspoken promise to keep her secret, much like the one I made to Keith. Of course that doesn't mean that I can't work to get them to admit their feelings to each other...
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