Nothing is Good in War Except it's Ending-Voltron x Reader

Chapter Thirty-Four: Discussing Smoothies

"WHOAH!"

My brother and I were training together, to test if we'd grown rusty with our moves as a pair.

It wasn't going well. He's just been tripped by a robot. To be fair, it was on training level seven.

Still, I yelled at him. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS!"

"Well, sorry!" He huffed, scrambling away before the robot could kill him.

I kicked the robot in the back, forcing it to stumble forwards. It even lost its balance and fell on its face. I took that time to help my brother to his feet, and we regrouped back to the other side of the arena.

"Let's go for the oldest trick in the book." He suggested.

"Right." I said with a nod, and we split up. Him taking left, me taking right. Because I'm always right. :)

The robot stood up, and went for the stronger looking of us, my brother. I was secretly offended, but I understood its tactics. Go for the strongest first, then once they're done for take out the weak.

Well, I wasn't weak, first of all. Five years in the Galra ship made a point of that. Second of all, my brother was only there for a year. The only thing that made him look stronger was that he was taller than me.

I ran at the robot, and jumped on it, clinging onto its shoulders. (B/n) jumped out of its way as it stumbled forwards from the amount of force is put in.

"Take his legs!" I called in a strained voice, pulling myself higher onto the robot so I could get it in a headlock. I lifted my feet so they wouldn't get butchered.

Bro ducked down, luckily missing a punch the robot desperately threw at him. He slashed at the robots shiny legs with the wooden blade if given him, successfully cutting through the metal and sending off sparks.

I quickly kicked my foot and the inside of its knee, and jumped off before the robot face planted. It remained still.

"Woohoo!" I cheered, and (B/n) and I shared a high five.

"Not too shabby." He said, putting his hands on his hips to study the work we'd done.

"You know what we really need right now?" I told him, standing next to the robot with my arms folded.

"What?"

"One of those smoothies. Y'know, the sweet ones." I said, reminding him of the smoothies I'd been craving for a long while now.

"Oh my gods, the strawberry ones." He recalled. "Those were the famous ones. And the orange and raspberry ones!"

"Oh my god, and the veggie ones!" I giggled, bouncing on my feet like a giddy two year old.

"They made a broccoli one." He said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "I mean, broccoli is fine, but not in a smoothie."

"Who even does that?" I exclaimed.

"I know. I'm surprised that you still remember them." He laughed. "When you were taken, they named a smoothie after you, made of your favourite fruit."

I gave him the most serious of looks. "No way."

He nodded. "Way way."

"That's my legacy. A fruit smoothie." I said with a laugh. "Not 'The One Who Survived On A Galra Ship For Five Years,' or, 'The One Who Was Saved By The Paladins Of Voltron,' no. It's gonna be 'That Girl Who Had A Smoothie Named After Her'."

"Are you complaining?" He asked with a grin.

"Uh, no. I love smoothies." I said, giving him a look.

"You need to sort out your priorities." He pointed out.

"I think I do." I agreed, rubbing the back of my neck.

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"Pidge, what are they talking about?" Keith hissed.

The entire team, including Allura and Coran, were all piled outside the entrance to the training area.

"They're discussing smoothies."

This was one of my favourites to write I don't know about you all lol

And I just want to remind you guys that I love you all very much thank you and good night.