I groaned as I face-planted into the floor, my rear sticking up into the air. I looked around the place I was in. Why is it blue? Where is my kitchen? My home? The palace? I let out a large wail as I panicked and ran around the room. I heard a large bang near the door. I whipped my head around to see brightly dressed humans with two Alteans. I sniffed and wiped my eyes, then bowed.
"Greetings and Salutations, odd beings and Princess Allura. May I ask who and what am I in the comfort of?" I grinned sheepishly, "I didn't mean to disturb you, however, I may have... quite the dilemma." The Altean princess smiled and waved to me.
"Thank you for being so humble and sweet, as you may know, I am Princess Allura, and these are the paladins of Voltron," she introduced, sweeping her hand to reveal the paladins, smiling. I smiled and waved at them.
"It's an honor, really," I said, grinning, "But, pardon if I come off as rude, but... who are you?" The group nodded and came up to greet me. The blue one came up first.
"Hi, I'm Lance, the pilot of the blue lion, but you can call me the man of your dreams," he said flirtatiously, bringing my hand to his mouth and lightly kissing it. I blushed and retracted my hand.
"N-Nice to meet you t-too..." I mumbled, looking away. Well, at least that's a new way to greet people. The red one stepped up next.
"I'm Keith, pilot of the red lion, nice to meet you," he said curtly, shaking my hand. I nodded back.
"As to you, human," I replied, keeping a straight face. I like this one. Forward and always ready for business. Almost like my commander, the king. He was a fair ruler, with plenty of time for his subjects. I admired him so! A small, petite, green one smiled at me.
"I'm Pidge, pilot of the green lion, great to meet you!" she said happily, and shook my hand.
"As to you as well," I smiled back. I could sense this one was as smart as Trigel herself. An important asset to the team. Second to last, a tall, muscular human wearing black armor approached me.
"I'm Shiro, head of Voltron and pilot of the black lion, it's a pleasure meeting you." I smiled and shook his hand, looking at his white tuft of hair. Mari Antoinette syndrome... That was rare, even in space. The big, yellow one was to be introduced to me last.
"I'm Hunk, the paladin of the yellow lion." I smiled happily at his gleaming demeanor. Once I knew everyone on this ship, I stepped back and snapped my fingers, changing my outfit to its usual form. A white t-shirt and black shorts, with an over-sized cargo jacket.
"I'm (Y/N), the head chef of the planet Tuliapin, at your service!" I said, bowing at a 90 degree angle. I looked at the clock.
"DEAR THE ANCIENTS it's almost time for lunch! I'll find some suitable ingredients as you wait at the table, my dear paladins!" I giggled as I ran off.
(Third POV)
(Y/N) popped back into the room a few seconds later.
"Uhh... Where's the kitchen?"
(Timeskip)
(Reader's POV)
I smiled as I whizzed the plates into the dining room.
"Here they are! My special dishes!" I said, "Try it!" It was a sauteed meat and chicken slice with garnishing and sauce drizzled on the top. Hints of spices were placed on the top and shreds of chicken and garlic were also on the top.
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