I wanted to write a whole fic for this but never got around to it. So here are some headcanons instead!
As soon as Hunk got any downtime on the Castle, his first thing was to head to the kitchen to try to bake something.
They had only been launched into space a few days ago, and he was definitely feeling the homesickness set in, not to mention the anxiety.
Baking always helps him feel calmer. Besides, everyone would really be comforted by tasting food from home.
So he makes he rounds to the other Paladins and takes a survey: which comfort foods from Earth would they most like him to recreate?
Once he acquires his data, he begins making a comprehensive list of ingredients he will need to make each thing and begins keeping a look out for these ingredients whenever they stop for supplies
He thinks it will be easy, but hoo boy is he ever wrong
It’s nearly impossible to find anything even remotely familiar. Or it’s close, but there’s always something wrong with it.
Like he finds a fruit that looks and feels exactly like a plantain but tastes like raw ground hamburger meat. Or a type of flour that tastes.... kind of like chocolate? But there’s this weird, unidentifiable aftertaste that all the rest of the Paladins agree is not chocolate-like at all and shouldn’t be counted. It takes him forever to find a rising agent but when he does it tastes strongly of lime and taints everything he puts it in with a bitter citrus flavor
As time goes on he gets more frustrated and discouraged. All he wanted was to cook something nice, take the edge off his nerves and give everyone a taste of home.
But nothing is working.
Until one day he’s making a last attempt to produce a red bean flavored something for Shiro when he realizes that citrusy rising agent tastes works really well with this.... other fruit he found. The flavors actually complement each other a little bit.
Until then it had been so hard to say anything in space tasted good. Before everything they had tasted fell into the category: might have been tasty if it wasn’t so damn weird
But he can’t deny this is a good flavor combo.
So after a few hours of Science, he winds up with a finished product: a loaf of bread.
It’s really good bread.
The texture isn’t quite like any kind of Earth bread he’s had before, but not bad at all.
Once he stops trying to compare the flavor to something from Earth it’s actually really nice: fresh and a little tangy with a sweet finish.
Completely unidentifiable, but undoubtedly good.
He calls the others in for a taste test
They agree with him
He’s so excited by this victory he throws himself back into baking something else, fooling around with different flavors and textures. This time, he’s not aiming for an exact replica of Earth food. Trying to identify the flavors he’s working with is, frankly, impossible. They’re in a whole other galaxy, there’s no way he’s going to be able to recreate anything from Earth.
But he can make something that taste’s good. Something new.
And that’s what cooking is all about, he realizes.
Tradition and comfort are all well and good, but when those traditions are out of reach, you make new ones. If you only bake familiar things, you will never become a better baker. Reaching beyond your comfort zone is what makes you improve your skills.
And Hunk’s so far out of his comfort zone already he thinks it would be a shame to waste the opportunity.
So, with apologies to his friends, he discards the list of Earth foods he’s trying to make
Team Voltron throws Hunk the biggest birthday party in the whole universe. They invited the whole universe and the birthday party lasted for days.
Lance was the one who was in charge of the birthday party. He decided the decorations with the help of Nadia.
Allura and Coran was in charge of the invitations. Whatever they said, they made sure the whole universe came and with gifts.
Hunk´s mom, Vrepit Sal, Romelle and Shay was the ones who made the food. The food tasted so good that it had Gordon Ramsey in shock from the grave. Hunk was so proud of his mom and his friends. Shiro wanted to help to but was denied immediately.
Kinkade´s job was to film the whole party. He made a whole documentary video of Hunk´s birthday party and he even won awards for it.
Shiro´s task was the security. He, with the help of the BoM and Galaxy Garrison, made sure no serious fight broke out and everyone was safe.
Keith was actually going to help Shiro with the security, but he decided he would take the job as a live event drawer (this wasn’t a task that Lance assigned to someone, but Keith decided he wanted to do this). His drawing was amazing, and everyone loved it.
Pidge and Matt took the job as DJ. The party had amazing songs and light effects. Everyone was actually shock at Pidge, they didn’t know she was an amazing DJ.
Cosmo and BaeBae was the ones who guarded Hunk on the birthday party. Even though Hunk didn’t need guards, Lance still assigned them as guards.
When it was speech time, Lance leaded Hunk to a throne (yes throne) in the middle of the room. A video was shown of Hunk´s family, friends and people had met Hunk a couple of times. They all said amazing and touching things of Hunk that made Hunk bawl in tears.
Hunk´s birthday party was remembered for centuries.
It's here! Many thanks to @arwenride for the editing and design.
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Summary: It felt like he had found something that had been missing without him knowing, but the bond weakened as the days passed.
Okay, so it is the first day of Hunk Month! I am following the calendar prompt made by @hunkmonth2k19 . Today’s prompt is the Yellow Lion so I wrote a little fic about it. I hope people will like it <33 (if the link doesn’t work, search up the username “Sunshine_Hunk” on ao3 and you can find my work)
Okay so for Pidge day of Hunk month I wrote a two-part fic exploring their friendship through height differences so... yeah. Under the cut.
“Why the hell did Coran put them up there?”
“Beats me,” Hunk replied. “I think he did it on purpose.”
“Definitely,” Pidge agreed. “Fuck Zarkon, the real enemy was Coran all along.”
The pair of them stood in the official Paladin dining room, staring forlornly at a small crock on a high, high shelf. A crock which they knew was full of xilpharous tarts, a delicious treat the team had picked up from the space mall on their last visit. They were probably Hunk’s favorite thing he had eaten so far in space. Sweet, crumbly pastry shaped like a hexagonal hamentash surrounding a clear mouse that tasted like the milk at the bottom of a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch once the cereal was all gone. Well, it did and it didn’t. That was one thing about space food: no matter how much it reminded Hunk of anything he ate back home, there was always something fundamentally different about that defied familiarity. He learned a while ago that it was best not to think about it too hard.
But whatever it was they tasted like, those xilpharous tarts were fucking amazing. And Coran had decided it was a good idea to store them on a ten-foot tall shelf, with no evident way of retrieving them.
Hunk constantly appreciated everything Coran did for the team. Whether it was keeping the castle in shape or tending to their injuries or helping them through their emotional troubles or advising them with his endless supply of knowledge, Coran came through for them time after time.
But right now?
Hunk was less than appreciative.
But right now they needed a solution
“I guess we could find a chair?”
Pidge hummed in response. “Could you boost me up?”
Hunk thought about it for a second. “I don’t know how high up I could get you. Unless…”
Pidge cocked an eyebrow.
“Do you think if I lifted you up you could stand on my shoulder?”
“Yeah. You have really wide shoulders, it’ll be easy. How do I get up there?”
Um…
He could tell Pidge was thinking the same thing.
“What if-” he started, but Pidge beat him to it.
“Spread your legs.”
Hunk blinked.
“... No?”
“What? No no no no no, Jesus Christ, stand like this.” She demonstrated, moving her stance so her feet were wider than shoulder-width and bending her knees. “I’ll stand on your thighs and then I can climb on your shoulders from there. Is that good?”
“Oh yeah, sure.” He squated down a bit, and after a second he felt Pidge’s small hands pull on his shoulders and the pressure of her feet on his hips. PIdge didn’t weigh much at all, so it wasn’t that uncomfortable. He held his hands out for Pidge to take and she grasped them for balance as she shakily placed one foot after the other on his shoulders.
Slowly, he felt her straighten up.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” came her voice from above him. “Just give me a second…”
One at a time, Hunk felt her release his hands as she gained her balance and he slowly moved his hands so he was gripping her calves to stabilize her.
“Okay, step forward a little?”
He complied, inching forward oh-so carefully until he was close enough to the shelf for Pidge to reach.
Barely a tick went by before he heard a triumphant cheer from above.
“I got 'em!”
“Nice job, Pidge!”
“Sweet! So uh, Hunk?”
“Yeah, Pidge?”
“Um… how am I going to get down?”
Oh.
Shit.
“You fucking bastard!”
Pidge's hands were balled into fists and her voice was shrill.
“You useless piece of shit!” She shoved her chair back and stood abruptly.
The alien her rage was directed at didn't seem bothered in the slightest, however.
“Come now. I run a business, not a charity. Spending my private resources to raid a mining colony on the off-chance your brother might be there is, frankly, ridiculous.”
Pidge was hearing none of it.
“You're a selfish motherfu-”
“And another thing,” he interrupted her, “since your brother has been in Galra captivity for so long, well, you know how those prisoners come out of those places. Damaged. He won't be one bit the same person you knew.”
Hunk winced with sympathy. That was a low blow. Pidge had gone impossibly pale. He wanted to go to her, to comfort her, but she was in too much of a rage at the moment.
“Why you-” she began, voice trembling with anger, but she was interrupted again by the alien.
“Besides, he's most likely dead already. Accept his loss and move on. You're only wasting my time, I don’t normally entertain over-emotional little girls.”
Hunk's mouth dropped open.
He did not just go there.
With a wild yell, Pidge launched herself out of her seat and was about to race over to throttle that asshole herself, but Hunk beat her to the punch.
He managed to snag her wrist before she got too far, pulling her into him and keeping her from killing the guy on the spot.
Although, to be fair, he definitely had it coming.
“No, let me go!” She struggled against his hold even as he pulled her closer. Then, “I'll tear your fucking head off!”
The alien only smiled primly, smugness oozing from his expression.
Before Pidge could antagonize him further, Hunk decided he should intervene.
“Thank you for your time, but we had better be getting back now. I apologize on behalf of my fellow Paladin.”
“No! Don't apologize to him, he has it coming to him and you know it, Hunk!”
He sighed deeply. “No, Pidge. Now come on, let's go home.”
Pidge didn't seem to stop fighting him, so he decided it wasn't safe to let go yet. So with no other option, he simply lifted her feet off the floor and carried her out of the meeting.
Pidge stopped wiggling after there was a bit of distance between them and the building, but Hunk still wasn't sure he should let go.
“Can I put you down now, Pidge?”
Her voice was sullen and distant. “Yes.”
“You're not going to keep fighting, are you?”
“No, now put me down.”
He obliged, lowering her feet to the floor.
As soon as she was free, she strode off ahead of him, power-walking as quickly as her shorter legs would allow.
This was nonverbal Pidge-speak for “leave me alone” so Hunk trailed behind slowly, deciding to give her some space.
By the time he got back to the Yellow Lion, she was already inside, leaning against the back of the pilot seat. Her eyes were fixed hard on the floor, but Hunk didn't miss the glisten in her eyes.
He didn't know what to say. God, he never knew what to say. But Pidge didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to be missing her family only to have it rubbed in her face by some asshole alien.
So he spread his arms and stepped forward, encasing her in a hug as she wrapped her arms around his waist and began to cry quietly against his shirt.
“Aww, Pidge, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, that guy was a dick.”
“What if he's right though?” Pidge's voice shouldn't sound so weak. Pidge was courageous and brash and resourceful, it felt so wrong for her to sound so scared.
“Pidge, of course you're gonna find them. You're the smartest person I know and we're all gonna help you. You'll get them back, I know you will.”
“Thank you,” she whispered and squeezed him tighter.
He squeezed back, not too hard to crush her but hard enough to pull her flush against him, completely wrapping her up in his arms. He liked hugging Pidge. He liked the feeling of being able to fully hold her in his arms.
It made him feel like he was keeping her safe, like he could protect her from anything.
He knew it wasn't true, but it still felt nice.
He hoped it felt nice for Pidge too, and as she relaxed against him, he felt more and more certain that it did.
Yeah again, I was suppose to write fic but I didn’t happen lmao. I just love to imagine my ships slow dancing and I guess I decided to make a short edit of Punk.
