This is a short story written for the Hunk's Corner Drabble Challenge. A word or theme is given to use in a story with a 500 word limit about the Voltron universe.
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A Sweet Treat
By Shannon (AKA KittyShan, LancesKitten)
Word: Candy Cane
Word Count: 489
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
Disclaimers: Voltron and all associated characters are owned and copyrighted by WEP. Original/new characters belong to the author.
Proud parents watched their little boy lean close to the plump man in the bright red suit and whisper furiously in his ear. They couldn't hear the exchange, but knew the moment when the jolly old elf asked that age old question, "have you been a good boy this year?"
Their son's bright blue eyes widened and his tiny hand came up to cover the "o" shape his mouth now made.
"You do the same thing when you're about to tell a fib."
"I do not!" Lovely eyes widened as she reached up to hide her lips; she caught herself just in time and playfully slapped her husband's arm while they both laughed.
"Your Highnesses, please, come have your picture taken with us!" Santa gestured, waving the royal couple over to where he sat.
"Did he tell you he's been a little bit naughty, Mr. Claus?" Keith asked as he neared the older gentleman.
"Ho, ho... now what is this? I thought you said you were a good boy?"
"I was!" The lad glared at his father before turning a tearful pout onto Santa. "It was Uncle Lance who threw the ball through the kitchen window... and Uncle Pidge said it was okay to put a thumbtack on Nanny's chair..."
"Well, now... It sounds to me that Lance and Pidge should be getting lumps of coal this Christmas!"
At the little prince's enthusiastic nod, everyone laughed.
"Okay," Santa said, patting the lad's head and handing him a candy cane. "Run along now and be a good boy!"
"See what I got!" As if it were the greatest of treasures, the little boy held the red and white striped confection up for his parents to inspect.
"Wow, look at that!" The King's smile was filled with tenderness as he watched his wife scoop their son into her arms and kiss his rosy cheek.
"Can I have it now?"
"Hmm…" His mother seemed to consider the question in a most serious fashion. "I suppose, but after this, no more sweets today - I know your Uncle Hunk gave you a gingerbread man this morning."
"Okay," the prince nodded, his black curls bouncing about, as unruly as his father's, and his sky colored eyes as bright as his mother's.
Allura giggled, the sound like the tinkling of bells, as Keith wrapped his arms about them both and pretended to take a bite out of their son's peppermint treat.
Only a few feet away, Santa stood, watching the scene unfold. Mrs. Claus stepped in close and spoke in a quiet voice.
"The Prince was the last of the children, Coran. Those hooligans, Lance, Hunk and Pidge, will be helping with-"
A hand placed gently upon her arm stopped her mid-sentence. Looking up, she saw the tears sparkling in Santa's eyes.
"What is it, Coran? What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong," he indicated the royal family. "For the first time in decades, everything is right."
End
