Lullaby of my world

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It’s a day late for the deadline of Voltron Bingo, so I won’t @ mention them anymore ^^; But requested by @kitsune1818 . Prompt: AU, which I can actually also combine with Parents.

Ulaz and Regris were busy chatting about the latest upgrades they’ve made to the Blade suit as they entered the conference room, Regris typing down notes, when the sight of Thace halted their conversation. The fellow Blade was sitting there with his chin resting on interlaced fingers, looking very distraught. They frowned when he shook his head, completely oblivious to their presence, and their jaws dropped when he started mumbling to himself.

“This can’t be. He’s still far too young…”

Ulaz felt as if a bucket of ice cold water was poured on him at those words. He hoped with every fibre of his being that he heard Thace wrong. He didn’t know what he would do if something had happened to their littlest Blade.

“Thace, what’s the matter?” Ulaz walked towards him, Regris in tow.

Thace looked at them with a very grave face.

“Keith asked me for advice.”

‘So the young one is safe…’ Ulaz felt relief wash over him. “So then why-“

Before he could finish his question, Thace’s next words sent alarm bells ringing in his head.

“He asked where would be a good dating spot.”

Regris dropped his tablet.

-

Not even two minutes later, the entire Blade population in their headquarters was gathered in the conference room, with Kolivan and his right-hand man Antok standing in front of everyone.

“It has come to our attention that our youngest Marmoran Agent has asked for dating advice.”

Indignant murmurs and cries of opposition erupted in the venue.

“Silence!” Antok bellowed. Everyone noticed his voice faltered. Perhaps there was even a slight whimpering in there.

“We will give him the best advice, as we always do, and help him with the preparations.” Kolivan began, eliciting a collective gasp. Heads began to shake in disapproval. “However, we will be keeping him company, without his knowledge, throughout the whole affair.”

The atmosphere in the room changed from that of mourning to excitement, and the tension rapidly rose.

“I will be assigning teams to follow his fighter when he leaves the base, watch them from strategically positioned tables in the restaurant he’s going to, as well as those who will be right on their tail from the moment they leave the restaurant to follow them wherever they go afterwards- wherever in this universe.”

“Okay but. Can I please sabotage their dinner?” Antok asked, making all (glowy) eyes in the room turn to him.

-

“Agent 002 in position. Keith has been settled in the restaurant for thirty minutes now. The waiter has approached him a few times, and he looks very pleased with the items he has ordered. I’m starting to feel bad now that we planted an agent in the kitchen to ruin their meal.”

“Agent 004 here. I disapprove of his date. Granted, Keith is early, still no one has the right to make him wait.”

“Thace, calm down. Once we know who it is, you can lecture the bastard as much as you want. I’d like to give them a training or two about punctuality. Blade style.”

“Agent 003 here. Quiet, everyone! Or else Keith’s going to notice us.”

“Agent 001 from control room. Agent 003 is right. Be quiet or else Keith might… Wait, he’s standing up.”

“He’s coming this way. No more like, he’s zipping this way? What is going on?”

“Oh no, are we busted?!”

“Shhh! He’s stopping at the table beside mine and… covering his face with The Galra Times? Why?!”

“Is this how humans date?!”

“I don’t know, do I look like a human to you?!”

“I said quiet! I just heard Kolivan slapping his forehead over the comms!”

Keith peeked out of the edge of the newspaper to look, prompting the rest of the Blades scattered in all corners of the restaurant to follow his gaze. Just then, the door opened and the most gorgeous Galra lady sporting the most stunning eyes in the universe walked in, together with a rough looking, but very handsome human with the gentlest smile. They were holding hands, fingers interlaced.

The Blades were all frozen in place for three and a half seconds, until someone broke the silence over the communicators.

“Agent- Oh forget it. Ilun here, reporting from the kitchen. The chef’s ready to serve the meals. I have implanted all the specified ingredients into their corresponding dishes and-“

“No, Ilun! Abort! Abort! Abort!”

“What?!”

“Those are not for Keith’s date! It’s for Krolia and Keith’s father and if we let them eat that we are going to die!”

Seeing the server just in time before taking out the orders, she swiftly did a cartwheel to stop him, causing the trays to topple over and all the luscious food to spill on the floor. The chef, seeing this, turned red and roared.

“Why you, you’re fired!!!”

Beside him, Vrek, dressed in an apron, gave Ilun a thumbs up. She shrugged and left the kitchen.

The chef came out and walked towards Keith, bowing and apologizing profusely about the food. Keith looked disappointed, but quietly nodded to the chef. Seeing the puppy dog eyes, Antok clutched his hand over his chest.

“That’s it. Everyone! Assemble to the kitchen. Now.” Making sure to stay out of Keith, as well as- especially- Krolia’s sight, all the agents spying from their assigned tables reported to the kitchen.

Vrek activated his luxite sword and pointed it towards the chef, before making sign language with his free hand.

“What, what?! I don’t understand, what is he saying?!” The chef whimpered.

Ilun, now back in the kitchen with an army of Marmoran agents, was happy to interpret for him.

“You will let us help you make all those dishes once more, with the best quality and as quickly as possible, or your restaurant will never be heard of again.”

The food was prepared in record time, and as requested by the client, served along with a bouquet of flowers, chilled wine, and a card with a very cute doodle of Keith’s parents. Below it he scribbled the words “Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad! Love, Keith”.

The chef was surprised, and grudgingly pleased, at how good the Blades were at following his instructions. By the time they were done cooking, he was on his knees, begging them to stay and work for him for ten times the salary he normally offered. However, the Blades declined his offer, saying they already had the best job in the universe.

And that was making sure their littlest Blade was always happy.

  The End.  

Awwww! Funny! You can put "The Blade of marmora" and "adorable dorks" in the same sentence. <3

- Voltron S2 - Ah ;_;