Angel Cakes
•Hunk + Reader
•warnings: anxiety, fluff
•contains cuddles and comfort time with this gentle boi. If you’re anxious or depressed, I highly recommend reading this!
•word count: 2,154 words
BUT LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS MAN I CANT BREATHE AHDKFHAHA
(I wanted my first fanfic I’m posting here of someone who is I feel is totally under appreciated in this fandom. He’s such a sweetheart☺️)
Also the gif doesn’t belong to me, I just found it!
Enjoy!
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You shiver in your thin jacket as you stroll through the empty hallways of the Castle of Lions. With each step you take, the click of your heels echoes and fills the void of sound that’s slowly driving you crazy.
You realize that when Voltron isn’t fighting, the castle gets to be a little too quiet.
Every sound of a machine whirring makes you flinch. Paranoid, you would stop mid-step to at least check if it was a threat or just your imagination pulling a prank on you. You would resume walking each time, but you became more tense with every passing dobosh.
You hugged your arms tight to your chest, ignoring the shivering crawling up your spine.
Maybe I should go to Hunk’s room, you thought.
You met Hunk back in your Garrison days, but your friendship only existed because Lance dared him to ask for your phone number because he didn’t think Hunk had the guts to do it.
Lance was proven wrong, and now your in space with aliens flying robotic cats to fight against an intergalactic dictatorship.
Funny how life works.
Back at the Garrison, you hung out with Hunk and Lance, later on adding Pidge to the friend group. Since Lance and Pidge were always quarreling or getting on each other’s nerves, so you and Hunk often stood in the background or tried to break the two up and create the peace again.
Due to this, the bond you both created was unavoidable.
You couldn’t help but be comforted by his welcoming, warm presence. Since you sometimes struggled with anxiety at the Garrison and missed your family dearly, his encouraging words would instantly put you at ease.
He was just a ball of fluff that instantly brought a smile to your face.
Even after being dragged into this mess of a war, he would try his best to provide comfort when you would be visibly stressed and upset. You tried your best to mask your anxiety, but Hunk knew you well and knew just how to help you.
Hunk would force you into the kitchen and help him cook, even if your cooking skills paled in comparison to his. He would occasionally play games with you: any Altean or Earth games that took your mind off things and made you laugh again.
But your personal favorite is when he would pull you into a bear hug. You would melt into the embrace, and bask in the warmth of his arms holding you.
You were no paladin of Voltron like him. You were just a simple mechanic that just knew some basic medical and fighting skills, but he still made you feel like a part of Voltron.
And, to be honest, he made you feel other things too.
Whenever he flashed you with a endearing smile, your heart skipped a beat. When his hand would land on your shoulder after checking up on you after an intense battle, your face’s color rivaled that of the Red Lion. When he complemented you, it made you either stutter out a small ‘thank you’ or completely speechless.
Picturing his round cheeks, soft black hair and even softer caramel eyes made your heart beat even harder.
At first when you felt these things, you went to Allura because you thought there was something wrong with you. It took a while for her to figure it out, since humans were still so foreign to her, but after sharing your thoughts on Hunk she quickly put the pieces together.
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“You have feelings for Hunk!” She exclaimed, clapping once really loudly and making the nearby mice squeak in fright.
God bless your oblivious nature, because you responded with a “Allura, I’ve been telling you the whole time that I’m feeling weird feelings around him.”
She stopped cheering at your confusion. “Do you still not understand?”
You shake your head no, so Allura strides over to you and takes your shoulders in her hands.
“You’re in love with Hunk!”
Your brain short circuited, clearly unable to process her bizarre conclusion.
Love?!
Watching you spiral, Allura shakes you a little. “Are you still with me? Did I say something wrong?”
You open your mouth to correct her but you found yourself unable to speak.
Do I...love him?
You mind travels back in time and replays all the memories you’ve shared with Hunk. All the times he laughed with you, cried with you, fought with you, and held you.
You felt inexplicably warm, like your heart was waltzing with the sun.
You unconsciously smile.
“You might be right, Allura.”
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“Hey, are you alri—“
“AAH!”
A voice startled you out of your thoughts, and you instinctively throw your arm to punch the owner of said voice in the face.
With your eyes screwed shut, you blindly aim to strike the perpetrator.
“Woah- wait, (y/n), it’s just me!”
You would recognize that voice anywhere.
Immediately shooting your eyes open and stopping your fist midair before making contact with his face, Hunk sighs in relief and takes a step back.
His brows are drawn in with concern. “Are you okay?”
You fret. “Am I okay?! I almost just punched you!”
“Your hands are shaking.” Hunk points to your hands that are holding each other tightly. I try to relax and make them stop, but still feeling spooked out I can’t seem to control it.
“W-What?” Feeling on edge, you stutter, “Uh, what are you talking about? You’re talking crazy, Hunk! Who said I’m not okay?! Y-You’re the one that’s obviously the crazy one here! You might wanna check with doctor Coran to see if you’ve bonked your head or whatever! Hehe...”
You shut your mouth tight, feeling hot with embarrassment.
I must look like an idiot. In front of my crush too!
You internally scream.
Hunk sweat drops at your nervous breakdown: having a hard time deciding between bursting out into laughter or wrapping you up in a big hug.
He decides on neither of those, but instead takes both your shaking hands in his bigger ones.
The unexpected gesture makes you still and listen this time.
“Wanna come to my room?” Hunk gently proposes, “I’ve got some tasty snacks and we can do whatever you want. How does that sound?”
Your cheeks are dusted a light pink, and your heart speeds at the thought of going to Hunk’s room and spending time with him. You feel like you’re on cloud 9, and without thinking you nod your head. Hunk chuckles at your cute reaction and holds one of your hands in his, leading you down the vast, ornate hallways to his room.
After walking for a moment, you both arrive at his room, and his door slides open to a rather neat living area with only a few things out of place. It looks just as cozy and homelike as before, which makes you sigh in content just being in this safe space. Hunk has you sit on his bed, then he grabs a blanket and throws the blanket over your shoulders.
You widen your eyes at him as he sits next to you.
“I noticed you were shivering earlier in the hallway, so I figured you were cold.” Hunk answers your unspoken question, and you melt even more at how considerate he is.
“Is there something you wanna eat?” Your sweet friend asks you, “You know that food always makes me feel better when I’m down, and I can whip something up if you want.”
You shyly shake your head. “Thank you, Hunk, but I don’t need food. I’m not hungry.”
He grabs his chin in thought. “Hmm...do you wanna play some Altean games?”
“I don’t think I’m in the mood for games right now.” You admit, snuggling further into the blanket that smells like cinnamon rolls.
He tilts his head to the side and gives you an adorable puzzled look. “Oh, okay then! Well, is there anything else that will help you calm down?”
Cuddles, you immediately think.
You spin to face him and blush hard.
No, you reason with yourself, that would be too much to ask for. Is that even something friends do?
As your thoughts run wild, you eyes glance to every part of the room except for him.
Taking notice of your awkward reaction to his question, he places his hand on your head so that you would look at him. It works, and you gape at him because he’s never done that with you before.
But it feels...nice.
“You can tell me. All I wanna do is help you.”
You can tell that his voice is full of sincerity, and you can’t possibly refuse after witnessing him flash you the biggest smile of the century.
You open your mouth, then close it. You open your mouth to try again but hesitate for a second.
Just bite the bullet and ask him! It’s not like your confessing to him! All your doing is ask for some cuddles, that’s it! Your mind begs you.
But you blurt it all out.
“I LIKE YOU AND I THINK CUDDLES WILL MAKE ME FEEL BETTER!”
Hunk stares at you in shock: eyes wide and jaw on the floor.
Your heart stops and your face burns a bright red.
Did--Did I just say that out loud!!
Feeling the life getting sucked out of you at the sheer horror of confessing your feelings for Hunk by yelling at him, you just wordlessly stand up and slowly shrug off the blanket and shakily fold it. After placing it on the bed with an unmistakable trembling, you avoid him by turning your back to him to leave the room with your whole body tensed up.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna throw myself into an airlock and hurl myself into the vacuum of space.”
You eerily proclaim this, only partially sarcastic since you wanted to be swallowed by a hole and forgotten by the universe.
Before you get the chance to take a step towards the door, arms quickly catch you by the waist and drag you backwards. You squeak in surprise, bracing yourself to land harshly but you hit something soft. You instinctively hold your arms tightly to your chest and curl up your body, but dare to peek through one eye to find out what just happened.
Hunk’s face is a few inches from yours, and your bodies lay so close to each other. Hunk’s arms are still rested on your hips, and that’s when you realize that he dragged you onto the bed and put you so close to him.
You both blush profusely at being in such close proximity, but Hunk takes action first and throws the orange blanket that was previously on you over the both of you now. He pulls you towards himself, and he wraps both of his bulky arms around your waist to hold you tight.
You blink, astounded that Hunk is actually cuddling you.
He rests his head on top of yours. “I...I like you too, and I would love nothing more than to cuddle you right now, angel cakes.”
“Angel cakes?” You question his nickname for you.
“Um, I like Angel Food Cake.” He admits, a little flustered, “I don’t know if you’ve ever had it, but its this soft, chewy cake that just melts in your mouth and is so sweet it takes like heaven! And that’s without the fancy frosting and all that!”
Hunk sighs in bliss. “It might be a little simple-looking in people’s eyes, but food isn’t about how presentable or how delicious-looking it is. Food needs to be good in order to win people’s heart over.”
He pulls you in for your favorite bear hug.
“And you won my heart over, angel cakes.”
You absolutely melt, falling in love with the sweet nickname he created for you. How could someone make you feel so loved and safe?
Your eyes start to droop, your exhaustion from the busy day finally catching up with you. Feeling so comfortable, you snuggle into him.
“Thank you, Hunk.”
He hums, smiling to himself as he feels you relax in his arms. He succeeded in calming you down and he managed to confess to you too in one go!
After silently cheering in victory, he hears your soft snores and realizes you fell asleep. He chuckles to himself and kisses your forehead with adoration, completely soaking in the glorious moment and wishing it would never end.
“After this war,” he whispers so quietly to not disturb your sleep, “I promise I’ll give you a home full of warm food and warm cuddles, if you’ll let me. Just wait for me, okay?”
Only hearing subtle snores in response, he kisses your hair and lays his head on yours again and lets himself drift off to dreamland filled with food and family, obviously with you happily smiling at him in his arms.
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If you’re feeling lonely, depressed or anxious, feel free to reach out to me! Trust me when I say that reaching out to people - even if they’re strangers - is better than carrying your burdens alone. Know that you can use me as a source of encouragement if you need it. Love you guys!