Space boy

Wet spiders

"And that's why I think octopuses are just wet spiders".

"Oh".

Located in the kitchen area of the castle, Y/N laughed to herself as Keith poked at the food goo on their plate.

"So, uh, why is it blue?"

Y/N shrugged in reply and shovelled some more of the blue goo into her mouth. "I don't know, but at least it tastes good".

"I guess, but earth food tasted better". Keith concluded (followed by a very enthusiastic nod from Y/N).

"Oh, hey guys!"

"Hi, Lance". Y/N replied, though most of her attention was now focused on balancing her metal spoon on the tip of her nose.

Lance wiggled his eyebrows at Keith "Getting some alone time with Y/N, very nice".

A swift 'shut up Lance' was thrown the Cubans way.

However, it wasn't long before Hunk entered the kitchen, a timid smile graced his lips as he waved at the three.

" Allura wants you guys in the teladuv room-place - thing."

Half-hearted nods and hums rippled through the small crowd. It was obvious Allura was not very popular between the three at the moment.

Hunk only sighed (though not judgementally as he really didn't blame them) and grabbed a plate of food goo. Until Y/N asked questioningly.

"What did you guys even do whilst I was gone?"

Much to her annoyance, the paladins became silent, their attention focused elsewhere instead of an answer.

"Did you have a massive final fight with Zarkon that fucked you so bad that we all died?"

...

"C'mon, can I at least have a hint?"

Poorly concealing his anxiousness, Hunk turned away in hopes of avoiding the question.

"Hunk, what do you know?"

An intense stare burnt into the poor male, his heart slammed violently at the question. "W-well uh".

"Paladins, an intruder has breached the castle, locate it immediately!"

Y/N scowled at the poorly timed announcement but jumped to her feet all the same. "We are not done talking about this".

*Time skip by Zarkon's hair care products (shoe shiner)*

"Oh, shit".

Instead of grabbing a kitchen knife, fork or anything useful Y/N held a medium-sized alien frying pan in her left/right hand.

With a guarded stance, the altean clenched the cooking instrument with shaky nerves (as well as Corans rather unhelpful commentary booming through the castle).

Suddenly, lasers sounded around a hundred times before Coran screamed something about the runner bounding Y/N's way like a chorfiek in a furious heat.

Okay, maybe the commentary was helpful.

Y/N steadied herself and tightened the already deathly grip on her positioned frying pan. Not much time later, quiet steps pounded before a black and purple figure slid into the hallway.

Immediately, the assumed galran sprinted towards Y/N with such speed that the figure was practically a rich coloured blur.

"Fuck nuggets".

However, the blur skidded to a stop and assumed the role of a statue (to which became scarier every passing second).

"You have de aged significantly. Is this the work of the witch?"

The voice that spoke was masculine and gravelly, dispelling the possibility of this being Haggar's doing. But then again, could this not be her magic?

So, Y/N decided logically, smashing the frying pan into his face was the most rational option.

A sick sounding crack lingered in the air, even Coran recoiled at such an uncomfortable sound. Stunned, the male stumbled back a couple of steps, definitely pissed at Y/N and her weapon.

Now realising that she could be well and truly fucked, Y/N bolted off in the other direction, Coran screaming commentary down his microphone.

I've been gone for almost 3 weeks because me and ✨procarastination✨ have been in a passionate and committed relationship.

Waffle~