@panickypaladin from ask
“Pidge? Don’t you think you are taking things a little bit too far? This wasn’t what we came here to do. We had a plan. We got to stick to the plan or the others might be in trouble.” He whispered as they swept through the corridors and gently waved and smiled and greeted people. “Before people start looking?”
She wrinkled her nose. Yes. Yes, she was taking it a bit fat. But she was posing as his wife for this mission on this planet and she was already pretty pretective over Hunk to begin with. Pidge let herself be escorted though the banquet hall, tucked next to his side, she tried not to wobble in the hells she had been forced in to. God… how long had it been since she’d worn heels? Four years? Five years? She didn’t remember.
“Fine. Plan follow the plan.”
He could feel her wobble and held her steady along with guiding her. These aliens were dressed so poshly it was distracting. But their attitudes were leaving things wanting. “I’ll be fine. Fake married or not, that was very sweet of you. Thank you.” Though the danger was still present. They would have to be on high alert during this whole ball. “Now… how do we prevent things from going haywire? And look sophisticated and unfaced at the same time?”
“That kinda sucks… Sorry they treat you like that, bro.” Wasn’t his memories his brother’s memories too? Of their friends? “Seems like they should be able to get over that. They know where you came from and where I found you.”
“Oh! It’s not like that! They don’t disapprove of me as a person! No. They don’t like the way I deal with our enemies is all.”
“And by that, I mean. Punching their faces in or throwing them around to get them to talk. Uh—It’s not a pretty sight and sometimes their looks kinda make me feel bad. Not by much. Still. I try not to hurt anyone while the Paladins are around to not scare them.
“I guess…” It still sounded very awkward and it honestly made Hunk kind of sad. Though he had issues with how his brother was dealing with his problems too. And found excuses to make trouble too. And went very violent when he did so. And usually it all ended with hunk getting into trouble while trying to get Malosi out of trouble. It was a complicated living to suddenly get a clone brother. “You seriously wouldn’t have to toss anyone around for information if you were fighting in a ring. And you would actually meet opponents that wouldn’t just go down in one swing or suddenly pull a weapon or something.”
Hunk didn’t really believe that the others were scared when dealing with Malos. Hunk had known him long enough now to know that he was making himself seem more dangerous than he was. Well… dangerous to those he didn’t like. Fiercely loyal to those he cared about. Why else would he so passionately defend Voltron when some drunkard in a bar badmouthed one of the paladins? “So… what do we do now? You still want to go to the mall?”
Firing up the car and hearing the engine finally rumble was like music to his ear. It had not been an easy job! There had been a lot on this old girl that needed tuning and some proper cleaning. Now it was finally running! Hunk sat back in the driver’s seat and did a little happy dance. He turned the key and the engine went quiet.
Making his way out of the car he finally noticed that there was a man standing outside the open garage doors and peering in. Hunk frowned for a moment. Where was his partner? Why was a customer wandering around the back of the shop? Had that lazy coworker of his snuck of for a smoke break again?
Shoving all of his frustrated thoughts about Rollo far down for now, hunk plastered on his best customer service smile and quickly wiped his hands on a rag before going out the doors of the garage to greet the stranger. “Hello! Welcome to The Wrench King. Is there anything I can help you with?”
♛: Reincarnated Soulmates who remember their past lives the first time they touch allergictotheoutdoors
“Hey, I’m Hunk.” He said casually as Lance introduced himself proudly as a fighter pilot. Stretching out his hand to great their team communications officer. Must be new here, Hunk had never heard of Pidge Gunderson before.
The moment that their hands touched Hunk felt like an electric bolt went through his whole body. Like he had gotten the bad end of her weapon of choice from so many times before. The memories swelling in his head as he saw her face, her smile, her eyes. Old as he was and young as him as well. New and old and so many lives lived out with each others. As friends, as lovers, as partners. Lost lives where they had not found each other and others were they lost each other too early.
“Bro, you okay?” Hunk startled awake again as Lance spoke in his ear.
“Huh!?” Hunk twitched and his eyes darted to Lance and then back to Pidge and then to Lance again and then down to his own hand who was still holding on to Pidge’s. And in that split second he realized that he had to know what the hell was going on before he busted his soulmate’s identity wide open just like that. “Oh!” He let go of Pidge’s hand and looked sheepish. “Sorry! spaced out there for a bit.” He quickly looked to Pidge as Lance started going on about the three of them having pizza and getting to know each other and chatting about girls.
When he had asked he had not really known what to expect. Keith was kind of an awkward guy. Stuttering at times and shy, while at the same time not really giving a fuck what anyone thought. He was a decent roommate too.
The only problem was this.
The stealing of clothes. And other items. Like those glasses. Which Hunk needed if he was to work for a long time on the computer. The big guy huffed and rolled his eyes. “How else am I going to get you out of my clothes faster?” Asking him to take them off had not worked so far. “Might as well tear them off you and get something back for all the trouble.”
((We’re planting a little garden in Pidge’s heart!))
♔ : Everyone’s world is black and white until you meet your soulmate, who brings color with them
♕: The first words your soulmate will say to you are tattoo’d on your body
♖: Soulmates can feel each other’s emotions
♗: Everyone has a timer on their wrist that counts down to the moment of meeting your soulmate
♘: Soulmates have matching birthmarks
♙: Everyone has their soulmates names tattoo’d on their wrist
♚: Soulmates have birthmarks that signify where their soulmate will first touch them
♛: Reincarnated Soulmates who remember their past lives the first time they touch
“In fact! I think you did such a good job that you deserve a sticker!” He put away the first aid kit and then opened his hand for Baby to take.
Baby kept himself quiet as his poppa worked, a tiny smile curving his lips. Hunk looked like he was going as fast as he could, was he hungry too? Or was he worried he was hurting him? Either way, he was happy for his poppa and his company. “Bandaid time!” he squeals when the bandages were retrieved, excitement visible on his face when they’re placed so carefully on him.
“Snack! Snack!” hands are thrown into the air, his shirt going flying from his sudden burst of energy, “Snack with poppa! Snack with poppa!” His excitement, however, is wiped away by the mention of a ‘sticker’. Confusion comes to his face and Baby tilts his head a little. “Poppa, what’s a… Sticker?” he grabs his shirt, hugging it with one arm while using his free hand to grasp Hunk’s, “Is it a real yummy yummy?”
They are heading to the kitchen as they talk. Hunk leading the way but not too fast so baby could walk beside him. “No no! Stickers aren’t for eating. They are…” Hunk had to think for a moment to figure out how to describe stickers so they sounded fun. “Like little bandaids! With cool pictures on them and a lot of colours. But instead of putting them on someone when they are hurt you use them to decorate things. Like your datapad, your toys, your books and folders and maybe even mirrors and doors. You can put them anywhere really.” He paused by the kitchen door for a moment. “That is why they are called tickers. They stick to things!”
Now they just had to find something tasty to eat and busy themselves with. As the door to the kitchen opened Hunk stepped through. “Do you want me to teach you to do a really tasty treat that you can make? We could make enough for all of us. Your momma and all the others too. Even something for shiro when he wakes back up?”
“Or is it because she isn’t here at the moment? Wouldn’t you like… I don’t know, Shiro to do this instead? I can go get him?”
‘‘I did, past tense, mind you. But no it’s not her. And I don’t see Shiro around now, do you?’‘ He quietly spoke. ‘‘Pretty please?’‘ He asked then, holding his hand out to him.
Did he and his ex split on good terms? Sort of. But Matt didn’t want to seem lonely. Or to have his ex rub it in that he did have another lover while Matt was still all alone.
“Did he already leave?” How many partners had Matt gone through while being out in space? How many partners did you have time for while also organizing and running a rebellion? “Okay, okay! I’m game. but I don’t know how to treat you right.” It was easier with his friend who he was closer too. Hunk knew what they liked and what they didn’t. Matt was a blank canvas. Though Hunk did know one thing. Matt had gone heads over heels the first time he had seen Allura. “Should I put on some fancy and pretty clothes for this?”
Hunk has already prepared a breakfast of eggs, toast, fruits and veggies!
Shiro? Shiro’s got sparkles in his eyes. Shiro’s smoothing his hands together very rapidly.
That’s excitement! Good job, Hunk.
There is water and tea and some juice too. And Hunk is ready by the stove in case Shiro want’s to ask for something else that hasn’t been cooked yet.
((Why am I still up.))