Author's Note:

Hello everyone and welcome to another chapter. This one uses the blanket forts as put on Pidge and Hunk's list in chapter four and is just general silliness. Thank you for your continued support and chapter suggestions, and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter 8

When Allura entered the lounge, she was rather taken aback by what she saw.

The main couch was completely covered by a complex construction of pillows, cushions and blankets, arranged like some sort of fortified tent, and while she couldn't see who was responsible, she had a good idea as to the culprits.

"Paladins, what are you doing?"

"Halt, who goes there!?"

The very familiar voice of Pidge confirmed one of those involved, though it did little to answer Allura's question.

"Princess Allura."

"What's the password!?"

The Altean blinked, then frowned in confusion, "The password?"

"No password, no entry!"

Pidge's response carried a note of finality, and the princess raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." The Green Paladin answered, "If you do not know the password, then you are clearly an enemy of the Grand Kingdom of the Left Arm!"

"I thought it was the Grand Kingdom of the Left Leg?"

Hunk's slightly indignant voice emerged from the pile of blankets, then there was a momentary pause before he spoke again, "Lance voted for it being the Grand Kingdom of the Blue-Yellow Alliance."

"But I was the one who designed the fort, surely I can choose the name of our great coalition!" Pidge protested, "Besides, Lance's idea only includes him and you in it, Hunk."

Another pause, then Hunk answered, "That's a great idea Lance, we can call ourselves the Grand Kingdom of the Voltron Non-Adults."

"Agreed." Pidge's voice then addressed Allura, "Okay then, since you don't know the password, Princess Allura, you are likely an enemy of the Grand Kingdom of the Voltron Non-Adults!"

The princess sighed, and left the room, deciding to let Shiro handle whatever nonsense the three paladins were doing.

Inside the fort, Hunk listened for a moment then shrugged.

"I think she's gone."

Pidge, tapping away at her laptop, nodded firmly, "Good, if she'd attempted an assault upon us, we would've been forced to take drastic measures, right High King Lance?"

Lance, currently sat cross-legged with a paper crown sat regally upon his head, smiled in assent as he folded two paper hats for his compatriots. One finished, he handed it to Hunk as Pidge spoke to the Yellow Paladin, "How are our munitions, First-Knight Hunk?"

Hunk carefully put on the hat, "Very good, Chief Advisor Pidge. We have twenty pillows, fifteen cushions, nearly a hundred bits of scrunched up paper and one rolled up duvet as last resort heavy artillery."

The Green Paladin nodded in approval, "Excellent, do you not agree High King Lance?"

Lance grinned and handed Pidge her finished paper hat, which she put on at a jaunty angle.

"Guys, what are you doing."

Keith's voice came in from outside, and this time, Hunk called out to him.

"Halt, who approaches the capital of the Grand Kingdom of the Voltron Non-Adults!?"

There was a long silence, probably as Keith tried to work out how to answer, "Umm…Keith, the Red Paladin."

Hunk faced Lance, his face etched with seriousness, "High King Lance, this Keith is technically a non-adult, shall we grant him passage into our realm?"

Lance frowned, his face creased in thought. Eventually, he gave a nod of assent, and Hunk addressed Keith once more, "Sir Keith, High King Lance has graciously granted the chance of asylum within our realm. You may shelter here from our great foe, the Ancient Empire of the Voltron Adults."

With dramatic flair, he opened a gap between two cushions, creating a space for Keith to crawl through. The boy did so, though he was clearly slightly confused as to what was going on.

"Seriously guys, what are you doing?"

Pidge gazed upon him seriously, "Sir Keith, this is the capital of the Grand Kingdom of the Voltron Non-Adults. From here we are holding out against the tyranny of the Ancient Empire of the Voltron Adults, who have long held this beautiful Country of Lions under their oppressive rule."

The Red Paladin just stared, "Really guys?"

Hunk looked to Lance, "High King, our newest ally requires a title, perhaps you would wish to bestow one upon him?"

Once again, Lance looked thoughtful for a while, then he smiled again and quickly scribbled something on the third paper hat he'd just finished folding before holding it out to them. The handwriting was awful, and most of it was spelt wrong, but it was legible enough for Pidge twitch her glasses in approval, "An excellent idea High King, the title suits our new friend perfectly."

She looked to Keith, "High King Lance has granted you a most honourable position, from now on, you shall be known as Spymaster Keith, please accept this noble garb as a sign of your new position."

With a ceremonial air, Lance placed the paper hat upon Keith's head, as Pidge and Hunk applauded the appointment.

With the formalities over with, Lance gave Keith his first instructions as Spymaster.

"Wait, you want me to sneak into the kitchen and steal the cookie like things Hunk made this morning?"

Lance nodded firmly and grinned as Hunk smiled eagerly, "It's a great idea, we need supplies if we're to outlast the Ancient Empire of the Voltron Adults."

Pidge twitched her glasses, "I agree, supplies are vital if we are to be victorious."

Looking between them disbelievingly, Keith eventually sighed.

"Fine, I'll see what I can do."

Much later, Shiro came into the lounge.

He'd realised that he hadn't seen the other Paladins that day, except for a training session with Keith that morning, and he was curious as to what they were up to.

This wasn't quite what he expected, though at the same time, it kind of was.

True, he hadn't expected to find a large blanket fort gracing the main lounge right at that particular moment, but he had expected to find the kids up to something. In all honesty, this was precisely something they would do when bored, especially since 'blanket forts' had been an item on the list three of them had written.

"Halt and identify yourself!"

At Hunk's commanding voice, Shiro stopped and answered with a smile, "Shiro, Paladin of the Black Lion."

There followed a discussion within the fort, which Shiro listened to with amusement.

"High King Lance, do we allow passage?"

Hunk's question was followed by silence, probably because Lance was answering, and Keith's voice came next, "C'mon, why not? Its Shiro!"

"But he is part of the Ancient Empire of the Voltron Adults." Pidge argued, "Therefore we cannot allow him into our stronghold."

"Really guys, don't you think this is getting a little ridiculous?" Keith responded.

As the argument continued, Shiro heard someone else enter the lounge and turned to see Coran heading his way, "Ah, Shiro. Do you know what happened to those cookies Hunk had in the kitchen...?"

The Altean trailed off as he saw the construction before him, "Erm…what is going on?"

Shiro shrugged, "They've just made a blanket fort, it's a pretty common thing for young humans to do from time to time."

Coran twirled his moustache thoughtfully, "I see." He then turned back to Shiro, "Anyway, the cookies have vanished from the kitchen."

The Black Paladin raised an eyebrow, "Have they now?" He threw a knowing glance to the, now silent, blanket fort, "I wonder where they went?"

Coran quickly caught on, and faced the fort, his arms on his hips, "Right you scallywags! Relinquish those cookies!"

"Never!" Hunk yelled back defiantly, "We'll never give in to the Ancient Empire of the Voltron Adults!"

Coran narrowed his eyes, "If that's how you want it." He spun to Shiro, "Number one, we must go and gather supplies. Our assault upon our foes must be a success!"

Slightly taken aback by how quickly the Altean had joined the game, but not wanting to be the one to ruin it, Shiro nodded, "Whatever you say."

When Allura returned to the lounge, she found it looking more like…well…a warzone was an apt description.

As well as the original blanket creation, a second one had appeared at the opposite end of the room, though it was more akin to a blanket barricade than a tent. Peering over it was Coran and Shiro, and between their barricade and the other Paladin's tent, was a mess of pillows, cushions and rolled up paper.

She looked to her aide and the leader of Voltron, "What is going on here?"

"Princess." Coran gestured at her frantically, "Quickly, you need to join us in our bid to reclaim the cookies stolen by the Kingdom of the Voltron Non-Adults!"

"That's Grand Kingdom of the Voltron Non-Adults!" Pidge corrected him loudly, "And we will prevail against the tyranny of the Ancient Empire of the Voltron Adults!"

At this point, she should have tried to bring a halt to this childishness, or simply turned around and left them to it. However, Coran had said cookies, and having tasted the wonderous creations of Hunk for herself, she knew they were worth it.

As such she faced the other fort, "Rebels of the Kingdom of the Voltron Non-Adults. I am Princess Allura of the Ancient Empire of the Voltron Adults, and we shall reclaim the cookies you have so heinously stolen from us!"

Her piece said, she swiftly shot across to join Shiro and Coran, gathering as many pillows and cushions as possible on her way.

Thus, the war between the Grand Kingdom of the Voltron Non-Adults and the Ancient Empire of the Voltron Adults over the great treasure known as 'cookies', lasted for some time…until they realised that the Alliance of Voltron Mice had snuck into the room and stolen them while everyone else was distracted by the war.

PS-And so, the mice are the true winners. Please let me know what you thought, as well as anymore chapter suggestions.