“Lance?” Keith called for the third time. The glue on his fake moustache was already giving up its battle with sweat. The hunter costume was warm enough to stay outside for hours on this late October evening. Pacing in a well-heated room? Not so fun.
Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, he tried again. “Tadami’s friends will be waiting.” At that, he heard hurried steps. From the bathroom to their room, from their room to the stairs.
“I’m sorry for trying to look like a wolf and not a tramp, Mr Hunter.” The ears and tail, Keith was used to seeing. His husband had them on often enough while making their costumes. The makeup was new. Keith could probably admire Lance’s handiwork for hours if they weren't already running late.
“We gotta go, Lance.” Lance nodded but headed for the living room, not the front door. If he finds another mirror, they will not be leaving the house any time soon. Keith’s desperate sigh went unnoticed or ignored.
Every few steps he took, Lance would stop to listen. “Oh, little red riding hood?” He was now going in the direction of a giggling pillow fort. “Aren’t you going to ask me about my big, big ears?” He tore off the blanket roof. The little girl shrieked with laughter. With nowhere left to hide, she leapt into Lance’s open arms.
“You ready, Tadami?” The look his daughter gave him reminded him of Keith a lot.
“I was ready before you made yourself pretty,” she answered. Then, silently, just for Lance to hear, she whispered “Run. Daddy has a gun.”
And true to her words, Keith was adjusting his toy gun in a slightly threatening matter. Lance howled and dashed for the door, arms full of red cape, and cheering girl.
“We will get all the candy! You cant catch us, dad!”
Request: Anon; Voltron request: Can you do a story about wolf Lance and his female human s/o? She don't know that she is followed by a big, bad, handsome wolf Lance. XD Please make it fluffy and romance! Thanks!
here it is! I enjoyed writing this, sorry its a bit late.
I couldnt think of another plot I could go off of so I did I cliche with a little twist..................
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“Look out for the Big Bad Wolf!” They say.
“Don’t wander off the path!” They sarcastically warn.
Well let me tell you something; I hate it when people refer to me as Red Riding Hood. I have nothing in common with her. I purposefully go into the forest to pick flowers for my Auntie.
My AUNTIE. Not my Grandmother.
There is no path through the forest, and it’s pretty open as well. It’s right outside my house and a big, populated town is less than a mile away from it. So a residential area next to a forest. NOT a single cottage in the middle of one.
But why is it I’m found restraining myself from hitting someone?
“I’ll see you later tonight then (Y/n). Oh! And remember to stay on the path!”
I cringe as I mentally restrain myself from hitting the man, who unfortunately happens to be my uncle, which only makes it harder to restrain myself.
I force out a small giggle and strain a smile on myself, waving to my uncle. “HaHa, okay. I’ll see you tonight. I’ll be sure to bring an extra special bouquet of flowers for Auntie!”
“I’m sure she will enjoy it. Be sure to watch out for the wolf!” He says, turning around to leave.
I force out a giggle once again, sticking up both my middle fingers at my uncle as he walks away. “Okay, see you later.”
I turn around, dropping my hands to my side. I let out a sigh, the word ‘Asshole’ slipping past my lips. I pick up my basket and walk down towards the woods. It only takes a few minutes to reach the forest’s edge. Like I said, it’s practically outside my house.
I walk past the few trees from the edge, walking a good hundred feet before reaching my destination.
Flowers border and bloom around the tree trunks, all different colours. No tree trunk homes the same flower types, all of them having a difference from each other.
I smile. This place is a particular favourite of mine. It has the perfect amount of sunlight and the perfect amount of shade for all these different flowers to grow. That and it has that natural calming vibe to it.
I lay my basket down in the middle of a small patch of grass, where a single decent stream of sunlight appears.
I then immediately walk over to the nearest tree and lean down, staring at the colourful bed of flowers. I thread my fingers through one of the stems, stroking one of the blue petals with my other hand, before delicately cutting off the stem with a small pair of scissors. I ensure there’s a good length of stem before closing the scissors.
I repeat the same procedures with two others, one purple and the other red, before standing up and walking over to my basket.
I gently lay the flowers in the basket, checking to make sure no damage will occur.
I stand up and head towards a different tree. Before I lean down, I hear a near rustling of leaves.
I pause my movements and snap my attention to my surroundings. I stare at the bushes, eyeing them for any suspicious movement. After a few minutes of nothing but a quiet chill wind, I shake my head and sigh.
“Stupid wind.”
I bend down and inspect a few flowers, grazing my fingers over petals and threading them between stems, before cutting them off and securing them in my careful hold.
I gasp and jump up as the sound of a twig snapping reaches my ears. Panic slowly begins to set in, but I try my best to keep it down.
I let out an annoyed breath and walk over to my basket. “You’re starting to get paranoid (Y/n), stop it.” I mumble to myself as I place the flowers in the basket.
I stand and walk to another tree with yet another different range of flowers. I kneel down and start to pick up a flower. I freeze in fright as a sudden chill runs down my spine. I growl in frustration, picking the flowers away from their stems. “It’s just the wind (Y/n). Nothing else but the wind. Jeez, maybe you are getting paran-“
As I stand up and turn to return to my basket, I come face to face with one creature I never considered to believe to be real.
Standing in front of me, a cross between a wolf and a human, a hybrid you could say. His scruffy brown hair spikes up at the back and just above a brown headband, two furry ears poke out from the side. The face is all human. Tan skin with slightly rough features, his sharp canine teeth being the only in-humane thing on his face. His body is also human apart from the bushy tail. His clothes also appear human, draping over his body, not hugging him as such but still showing definitions of his muscles.
I stare at him, unblinking and still, frozen in place by fear.
The wolf-man, werewolf, hybrid thing, stares at me with a curious gaze. He cocks his head to the side, his lips twitching upwards as if he’s amused.
“Well, well, well,” He speaks slowly, his voice dipping lower with each word. He straightens his neck and begins to circle around me, eyes raking down my body in some sort of interest. “What do we have here?”
I remain still, turning my head towards him, keeping my gaze locked on him as he continues to circle around me. By now he’s almost behind me.
“Seems to me,” He moves in the blink of an eye, disappearing behind me. I gasp and tense up as I feel his hot breath brush against my ear. “that someone like to pick flowers for their grandma, Little Red Riding Hood.” He ends with a smug grin.
Anger boils within me and before I realise it, I’m talking.
“Don’t call me that.” I say firmly, somehow not breaking under his intense gaze.
I watch him as his eyes light up in shock before switching back to amusement. “A back-chatter. I’m beginning to like you a lot more.” He moves in front of me, face insanely close to mine.
I take this moment to properly study his face. Coincidently, he stands in a stream of sunlight. The soft glow of the light outlines every curve and crevice, shining across his cheeks. My eyes scan over his tan features, marvelling at his perfection. Now that I’m thinking about it, he looks really cute up close.
“Thank you.”
I jump slightly and stare at him in confusion. A few seconds go by before I come to a conclusion. “I-I said that out loud?”
He only smirks in response and I’m just about ready to slap myself.
I sigh in defeat and stare into his deep blue eyes. “Well I wasn’t lying.”
His smile only grows.
I avert my gaze to his ears, dazed by the way they peak out above his headband. The perfect way his fur seems to brush around his ears, the smooth looking texture that only compliments them more.
Without realising, I let go of the flowers and begin to reach out towards his ears. I flick my gaze to his eyes which shine with interest and amusement.
“C-Can I-“
Before I can even start, he pushes his head into my hand. Instinct takes over me and without thinking about it, I begin to gently scratch my fingers along his scalp.
I smile at the smooth and delicate feeling of his fur. I move my hand around the back of his ears, watching in awe as he leans heavily into my fingers, his tail slowly picking up speed, wagging back and forth.
“Mmmmm.” He hums. “You have definitely got the magic touch.”
I can’t help but giggle at his compliment. He leans in closer to the point he’s nuzzling into my chest. I thread my other hand through his hair and watch as his tail wags furiously faster.
“(Y/n)?! Are you still there?!” I jump away from the boy as my mother’s voice rings through-out the forest.
I take a quick glance around, frowning when I can’t find the boy.
“I’m here Mother!” I call out, sadness evident in my voice.
“Hurry up now! We’ll be leaving soon.”
“Yes Mother! I’ll be there soon!” I watch and listen closely, seeing no sight of her and hearing nothing close-by.
I sigh and turn back towards my abandoned basket. I walk over to it, inspecting its contents. I turn my head to the tree I had last visited, searching the ground for the flowers I dropped. I furrow my eyes in confusion when I don’t see them.
“Drop something?”
I jump away from the hot breath against my ear. I relax once I see the boy’s face.
A small grin spreads across his face. He steps closer to me, leaning his face in closer with mine. My eyes widen at the feel of his nose brushing against my cheek.
“The name’s Lance.” He whispers to me as his tongue moves across my cheek up to my ear. “I’ll see you tomorrow (Y/n).”
And just like that, he disappears.
I stand there in shock, unable to move or comprehend anything that had just happened. I slowly look down to my hands, noticing the three flowers I had previously dropped, gently clasped in my small grip.
I look back up to where I last saw Lance, and stare into the woods, past the bushes and trees.
Thoughts race through my head, disappearing and reappearing at will, but one thought stays in mind, controlled only by the heart.
