Voltron x Reader imagines

Hunk X| 5 minutes

Setting: You walk into the kitchen for a late night snack, due to you not being able to sleep. The next day you and Hunk are left alone and one thing leads to another.

Your P.O.V

"Hey, Hunk!" I smiled slipping into the kitchen and jumping on the counter, sitting on it.

Hunk glanced up from the dessert he had been making to smile over to me. "What are you doing up so late?" He asked, sprinkling something over whatever he's making.

"I couldn't sleep." I muttered, moving my eyes to the ground thinking about the nightmare I previously had. It was about my life when I was captured by the Galra. I guess it wasn't a dream but just me reliving the awful things that happened to me while I was their captive.

Until the Paladins came to save me, I hadn't ever been happy. I was born on some planet that I don't even know the name of, born to parents I have never laid eyes on. I know nothing about who I am or where I came from; all I do know is that as long as I can remember, I had been a prisoner of the Galra. I was their best fighter, them forcing me to train every second of everyday. I have scars all over my body to remind me everyday of everything that happened to me back there.

"Y/n?" Hunk asked getting my attention back to him. I knew I had spaced out for some time because when he brought me back he was already on another batch and frosting it. "Are you sure you're alright?" He asked, a concerned look in his eyes.

I quickly gave him a quick smile, though it didn't seem to be as real as I had hoped. "Perfectly. Anyway, what are you doing up so late?"

"Sometimes I find it hard to sleep and baking helps me. Call it my glass of warm milk." He smiled over at me as he finished up, sprinkling whatever he had before he put the bottle down and turned towards me. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, moving over to me. Hunk could always tell the different between me being genuinely happy and me pretending to be. "You look upset."

I sighed, leaning towards him. "It happened again." He knew exactly what I meant since it has happened since I arrived here, though since I have gotten here they have been much less frequent.

He sighed walking closer to me, placing himself between my legs. He wraps his arms around me and pulled me to him as he embraced me, rubbing my back softly as I started crying. "You're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you again." He whispered, then kissed the side of my head.

He just held me for as long as needed, as he always has. Something about being in his arms made me feel completely and utterly safe, like nothing could ever hurt me again.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" I asked softly, sniffling as my nose was running.

"Of course, sweetheart." He replied, leaning back to look at me. His expression dropped when he saw how red and puffy my face was. He lifted up a hand and tucked some loose hair behind my ear. "Let me clean this up and I'll be right in there." He said, pulling my head down to place a kiss on my forehead.

I nodded and pulled away from him completely to get off the counter to go back to my room.

I slipped back into my blankets and curled into a ball waiting for Hunk to come wrap me in his arms. Every time I see my scars all I can do is cry at the memory of how I got them. Every cut, every dissections, and every amputation they did to replace with some high tech thing they made, is just another reminder of how the Galra ruined my life.

I couldn't help but cry silently, afraid to go to sleep with the chance of reliving the memories once again. The only person who knows what I'm going through is Shiro, even though he wasn't there as long. He's the only who has a glimpse of what I went through. Even so, Hunk is the only one who can calm me down and make me feel comforted.