KittyLynne's
Hunk and Allura Romance Novel Buddy
Drabble Series
Hunk and Allura Romance Novel Buddy
Drabble Series
KittyLynne's writing a series short story using her drabble prompts.
Stay tuned for more in the near future!
Stay tuned for more in the near future!
By KittyLynne!
You can find more of KL's fanfics on the following sites:
The Lion's Keep: shanshantlk.weebly.com
FFNet: www.fanfiction.net/u/196519/KittyLynne
Twitter: twitter.com/TheOriginalKL
You can find more of KL's fanfics on the following sites:
The Lion's Keep: shanshantlk.weebly.com
FFNet: www.fanfiction.net/u/196519/KittyLynne
Twitter: twitter.com/TheOriginalKL
Disclaimer: Voltron and all associated characters are owned and copyrighted by WEP. Original/new characters belong to the author.
She entered the solarium, a place of bright light and tranquility, now cloaked in the navy blue mantle of night. Standing to one side of the wall of windows, she listened for movement as pinpoints of light winked at her through the reinforced glass, seeming to give complicit approval to her mission.
After a moment, she cautiously moved forward with feather light steps, memory serving her as well as her eyes in avoiding collisions with a sofa and various groupings of chairs.
Her vision adjusted, and she finally detected a man shaped shadow seated in a corner. Speaking in a soft, low voice she recited the precautionary ritual honed by many such meetings.
"Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move-"
She stopped and waited. Her answer came, spoken in a deep, husky baritone.
"Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love."
She smiled. "Hamlet 2.2," she acknowledged, and swiftly moved forward with barely contained excitement. After several miscues and disappointments, what she had waited for was only seconds from being in her hands.
The man rose from the chair to tower over her as she stopped in front of him and took the work roughed hands he extended to her. "Princess! At last!"
She beamed up at him. "I can't believe we finally connected, Hunk."
He chuckled, and shook his shaggy head. "Me either. You sure you weren't followed?"
"Positive! No one will be looking in on me for at least an hour. You?"
"No problem. The guys think I'm putting some old engine together."
She blinked up at him, the adoration in her voice mirroring her gaze. "You're so wonderful to humor me."
His chest swelled with pride, and his grin was wide and white. "My pleasure, Princess....you know I'd do anything for ya." He released her hands to reach inside his vest. When his hand appeared again, it was holding a book.
He held it out, and she took it into her hands with wide eyed wonder. Though the cover illustration was shadowed, the book jacket's shiny white lettering shone in the darkness.
"A Tryst to Remember." Allura read softly. "Is it really? Was it worth your time and trouble?"
"Oh yeah." Hunk assured her. "It's a must read!"
~FIN?~
After a moment, she cautiously moved forward with feather light steps, memory serving her as well as her eyes in avoiding collisions with a sofa and various groupings of chairs.
Her vision adjusted, and she finally detected a man shaped shadow seated in a corner. Speaking in a soft, low voice she recited the precautionary ritual honed by many such meetings.
"Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move-"
She stopped and waited. Her answer came, spoken in a deep, husky baritone.
"Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love."
She smiled. "Hamlet 2.2," she acknowledged, and swiftly moved forward with barely contained excitement. After several miscues and disappointments, what she had waited for was only seconds from being in her hands.
The man rose from the chair to tower over her as she stopped in front of him and took the work roughed hands he extended to her. "Princess! At last!"
She beamed up at him. "I can't believe we finally connected, Hunk."
He chuckled, and shook his shaggy head. "Me either. You sure you weren't followed?"
"Positive! No one will be looking in on me for at least an hour. You?"
"No problem. The guys think I'm putting some old engine together."
She blinked up at him, the adoration in her voice mirroring her gaze. "You're so wonderful to humor me."
His chest swelled with pride, and his grin was wide and white. "My pleasure, Princess....you know I'd do anything for ya." He released her hands to reach inside his vest. When his hand appeared again, it was holding a book.
He held it out, and she took it into her hands with wide eyed wonder. Though the cover illustration was shadowed, the book jacket's shiny white lettering shone in the darkness.
"A Tryst to Remember." Allura read softly. "Is it really? Was it worth your time and trouble?"
"Oh yeah." Hunk assured her. "It's a must read!"
~FIN?~
Allura, the Crown Princess of Arus, was a virgin as pure as the spring-fed waters of a mountain stream. Her virtuous state was highly valued by nobles seeking matrimony, and passionately defended by her Voltron teammates against one evil prince with a litany of sexual conquests that put galactic pornography films to shame.
Allura was not privy to the details of Prince Lotor's sex life or any one else's, her guardians saw to that. Nor was she versed on the ways of love and romance, save for ceremonial niceties of arranged courtship. She was kept from gossip and compromising situations. Kept in the dark.
It was ironic then, that no one knew that when the lights were turned down in the castle at night, and the virginal future queen of Arus was tucked into her bed, she took her education into her own hands in the form of books.
A secret and voracious reader of romance novels- contraband smuggled in by one Yellow Lion pilot, the unlikeliest of cohorts- Allura imbibed this forbidden literature like a drunken sailor on a bender. They were an escape route into a world filled with what she longed for; love, sweet and intense; romance unfettered. The plots drew her in with encounters fueled by unresolved attraction, thrilled her with furtive, passionate embraces, and brought satisfaction with the discovery of sexual paradise created by true love.
But, as lovely as it was dwelling in a world of romantic delights, her brain did and could not completely shut out reality as she read. Suspension of disbelief oftentimes lagged, and she longed to discuss merits of the novels with someone else, someone who'd debate questions such as the likelihood of virgins having an earth shattering orgasm the first time, and men being able to perform no matter the time lapse between.
With a sigh, Allura picked up the package, delivered by a maid who was known for discretion. Unwrapping the plain brown paper, she drew out a book with a cover showing an embracing couple standing in a beautiful garden.
"Home is Where the Heart Is!" She read. "A lovely if clichéd title."
Opening the cover, she found a sticky note pressed to the title page.
"You're going to like this one, Hunkerdoodle! Steamy, sweet, and a virgin hero! Look forward to hearing your thoughts! Love, Sis (your favorite one)"
Allura closed the book. She was grinning. "So he's been reading them too!"
Was it a mistake the note had been left inside the book, or was it a message? Whatever it was, she had found a comrade for book talk. All she had to do was reach out.
The beginning… :D
Allura was not privy to the details of Prince Lotor's sex life or any one else's, her guardians saw to that. Nor was she versed on the ways of love and romance, save for ceremonial niceties of arranged courtship. She was kept from gossip and compromising situations. Kept in the dark.
It was ironic then, that no one knew that when the lights were turned down in the castle at night, and the virginal future queen of Arus was tucked into her bed, she took her education into her own hands in the form of books.
A secret and voracious reader of romance novels- contraband smuggled in by one Yellow Lion pilot, the unlikeliest of cohorts- Allura imbibed this forbidden literature like a drunken sailor on a bender. They were an escape route into a world filled with what she longed for; love, sweet and intense; romance unfettered. The plots drew her in with encounters fueled by unresolved attraction, thrilled her with furtive, passionate embraces, and brought satisfaction with the discovery of sexual paradise created by true love.
But, as lovely as it was dwelling in a world of romantic delights, her brain did and could not completely shut out reality as she read. Suspension of disbelief oftentimes lagged, and she longed to discuss merits of the novels with someone else, someone who'd debate questions such as the likelihood of virgins having an earth shattering orgasm the first time, and men being able to perform no matter the time lapse between.
With a sigh, Allura picked up the package, delivered by a maid who was known for discretion. Unwrapping the plain brown paper, she drew out a book with a cover showing an embracing couple standing in a beautiful garden.
"Home is Where the Heart Is!" She read. "A lovely if clichéd title."
Opening the cover, she found a sticky note pressed to the title page.
"You're going to like this one, Hunkerdoodle! Steamy, sweet, and a virgin hero! Look forward to hearing your thoughts! Love, Sis (your favorite one)"
Allura closed the book. She was grinning. "So he's been reading them too!"
Was it a mistake the note had been left inside the book, or was it a message? Whatever it was, she had found a comrade for book talk. All she had to do was reach out.
The beginning… :D
A Piece of Cake
By KittyLynne
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
"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?
Hunk pressed himself against the wall of the castle parapet, waiting for his signal.
Of the all the clandestine missions he'd been tasked with, none had carried this particular brand of pleasurable peril. The heart pounding anticipation went far beyond a dare to be sneaking out after curfew, and what felt like a flock of swallows fluttered in his midsection at the thought of what was about to go down.
Forbidden books. A decadent gift of cake. Furtive exchanges of emails.
All of them had built a staircase to a rendezvous with the Princess.
Was it a fool's mission? One slip up would lead to a lifetime of teasing and ill-timed reminders.
He didn't care.
A shared love of books brought its own rewards.
He peered up into the velvety darkness.
A pinpoint of light appeared, flickered, grew stronger. Still he waited, unconsciously holding his breath, his large hands clutching the dog-eared copy of 'Galactic Seduction' that he'd been ready to critique in full for the past month.
And there it was. Twin flames of candlelight, beckoning him to come hither.
A rope descending to his hiding spot, confirming that all systems were go.
Tucking the book inside his vest pocket, Hunk grabbed hold of the rope. Muscles straining, he hauled himself up to her balcony.
When at last he clambered over the rail, he was welcomed by Allura's lovely smile and outstretched hand.
Yep. Totally worth it.
TBC
Of the all the clandestine missions he'd been tasked with, none had carried this particular brand of pleasurable peril. The heart pounding anticipation went far beyond a dare to be sneaking out after curfew, and what felt like a flock of swallows fluttered in his midsection at the thought of what was about to go down.
Forbidden books. A decadent gift of cake. Furtive exchanges of emails.
All of them had built a staircase to a rendezvous with the Princess.
Was it a fool's mission? One slip up would lead to a lifetime of teasing and ill-timed reminders.
He didn't care.
A shared love of books brought its own rewards.
He peered up into the velvety darkness.
A pinpoint of light appeared, flickered, grew stronger. Still he waited, unconsciously holding his breath, his large hands clutching the dog-eared copy of 'Galactic Seduction' that he'd been ready to critique in full for the past month.
And there it was. Twin flames of candlelight, beckoning him to come hither.
A rope descending to his hiding spot, confirming that all systems were go.
Tucking the book inside his vest pocket, Hunk grabbed hold of the rope. Muscles straining, he hauled himself up to her balcony.
When at last he clambered over the rail, he was welcomed by Allura's lovely smile and outstretched hand.
Yep. Totally worth it.
TBC
The above drabbles are all a precursors leading up to the events of Lynne's fanfic,
"Guilty Pleasures"
Which you can read by clicking the above link.
"Guilty Pleasures"
Which you can read by clicking the above link.
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