Voltron x reader one-shots

Hunk | Master Chef

Obsessed with Voltron.

I should be doing the TONS of homework I have. But I'm doing this instead.

Your POV

Today was the big day. It was the day that could change Hunks life forever. Today, he could become a master chef.

Hunk has been dreaming about this is whole life. Food is his passion, cooking is his passion. And when he found out that he would have the chance to cook for Gordon Ramsey he almost passed out.

He's been so nervous, yet excited for the past few weeks now. He hasn't been sleeping well because of it.

But I was there to comfort him the entire time. Which is why I'm here with him right now, as the competition was about to start.

Hunk was currently pacing back and forth, sweating in his anxiety. "(Y/n) I can't do this!" He pulled on his hair.

I smiled sadly at the sight of seeing him so scared. But I calmly walked up to him and grabbed his hands.

"Hunk, you can do this, I know you can" I smiled.

"But I can't. What if I mess up? What if I give them food poisoning? What if they think my food is the worst thing that they've ever had?!"

I shut Hunk up by placing a quick kiss to his lips.

"It's going to be all right, I promise. You're going to do great, amazing even. I don't know many cooks that can make a meal out of alien ingredients" I said.

He seemed to get more confident at that statement. "I can do this. I can do this!" He said happily.

I smiled and hugged him. "You're going to get that apron, Hunk, I can feel it".

He hugged me back. "I will, I'll do it for you (y/n)" he looked into my eyes.

"Contestants, please" a women said, opening the door.

"That my cue. See you soon (y/n), I love you" He said pressing a quick kiss to my lips, which I happily accepted.

"Good luck, Hunk" I smiled.

And he walked off into the building.
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The competition would take almost an hour. A few minutes of the chef showing them what they're making, and how to do it. 30 minutes to cook a meal. And a few of the judges trying the food. The winner becomes a master chef and gets an apron. There would be two winners out of the four contestants, and let me say they were some tricky competition. But I knew Hunk could do this.

I sat on a bench outside, waiting for Hunks return. I too started feeling nervous. This is how Hunk must have felt the past few weeks.

But I knew he was doing what he loved. And that's what got me through the long wait.
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It was time. The first winner would be walking through the door any second now. My heart was pounding. My palms were seating. I had the nauseas feeling of nervousness taking over, threatening to make me spill my lunch.

The door opened. And Hunk walked out of it, wearing a master chef apron.

The crowd cheered wildly, me cheering the loudest.

I swear Hunk was crying when he waved to the crowd. But once he zeroed in on me I knew he was. He ran towards me.

I smiled and held my arms open wide, waiting for his embrace.

But as he collided with me he picked me up into the air and spun me around. "(Y/n), I did it! I won!" He cried out.

"Yes you did, Hunk. And I'm so proud of you" I laughed as he set me down.

It didn't take long for his lips to meet mine, and when they did I gladly accepted them. As I pulled away my (e/c) eyes met his brown teary ones.

"I love you so much, (y/n)".

I smiled so big it hurt. "And I love you more".
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I'm ded. I hope you liked it