The Missive

Disclaimer: All Voltron characters belong to World Event Productions and Toei Animation. Including myself.

Once upon a time it was late afternoon in planet Arus. It had been a peaceful day where all the personnel of Castle of Lions had been doing their chores while whistling to their favorite Disney tunes like “Heigh Ho” and “Circle of Life”. Princess Allura, dressed pretty in pink had been daydreaming of her knight, protector and love of her life; the handsome captain of the Voltron Force. Oh yes, they had been fighting against Doom side by side for some time and he had never told her about his feelings for her. Actually, he was always so busy lost in his thoughts undoubtedly planning strategies for the next Voltron defensive attack. Yes, Nanny had told her that prince Lotor was such a mean, mean….stalker and rapist…whatever that meant. Allura shook her head. Her darling Keith was not like that at all. He was so responsible and dutiful that she admired him so. She was sighing while the pretty blue birds sang beside her window. Tweet, tweet! It was just the perfect afternoon, she just wished that Keith would be at her side sitting and watching the sunset with her.

But the truth was that he was very busy, as always so she would had to let him know how she felt in a very discreet way. Suddenly she lifted her index finger and giggled when a great idea came to her mind. She would write him a love letter.

“I have a great idea, I will write Keith a love letter. That would be wonderful!” She jumped excited clasping her hands while she happily skipped to her desk.

Then she sat and opened her Vaio laptop; after waiting for the programs to load she started to just look at the white image on her monitor. She thought for awhile of what to type in her love letter and decided to tell him how she fell in love with him. Oh, but what words would she use to make him know how much he meant to her? She shrugged while thinking that she would get inspired as she went along. So Allura typed the following inspiration:

My love,

For a long time you have conquered my heart. I would like to tell you how I feel, but I’m afraid that you will run away from me. This is the only way I can tell you how much you mean to me. You are the love of my life and I will do anything for you. You are strong, brave and everything I need in my life. You calm the storms and give me piece. You are the light of my soul, you are everything.

Allura didn’t put her name in the letter because she planned to hand him the letter in person. She was so happy to let out all of her true life animated cartoon feelings of her heart. So she printed the letter and folded it carefully putting it on top of other papers she had there on her desk.

She heard a knock on her door and Nanny came inside to assist the pretty pink princess to get prepared to go to bed. While Allura was in the bathroom, Nanny asked her about the report papers that Allura had to give Coran. Allura told her that the papers were on her desk, so Nanny took the block of papers she found on the desk and went to where Coran was.

Coran was sitting in front of the huge monitors of castle control touching his half-covered-by-his-huge-mustache chin and looking at the floor. Nanny approached him, and told him while handing him the papers: “Here Coran, I believe you were waiting for this.” Then Nanny smiled at him while bopping her eyes and waved at him leaving the room. He slightly shook his head while he opened the folded paper on top of the reports. Then he started to read:

My love,

For a long time you have conquered my heart. I would like to tell you how I feel, but I’m afraid that you will run away from me. This is the only way I can tell you how much you mean to me. You are the love of my life and I will do anything for you. You are strong, brave and everything I need in my life. You calm the storms and give me piece. You are the light of my soul, you are everything.

By the time he had read the last word, his eyes were as big as egg yolks in a frying pan. He swallowed hard while he thought about how Nanny’s love letter was affecting him. He felt confused of how to tell her how he felt about this. So absentmindedly, he folded the letter again and put it on top of the controls while he started to pace across the room. Just in that moment, Hunk entered the room and asked Coran for the recipe that Pidge had supposedly left him there earlier. Coran signaled to Hunk to get his recipe paper somewhere around the controls.

So Hunk took the first folded paper that he found there and ran off to his room after he visited the castle’s kitchen for his chicken breast sandwich night snack. Sitting on his bed he decided to read his next morning breakfast recipe that Pidge had left him while he kept snacking. The paper said as follows:

My love,

For a long time you have conquered my heart. I would like to tell you how I feel, but I’m afraid that you will run away from me. This is the only way I can tell you how much you mean to me. You are the love of my life and I will do anything for you. You are strong, brave and everything I need in my life. You calm the storms and give me piece. You are the light of my soul, you are everything.

Hunk stopped chewing the food in his mouth when he gasped and suddenly felt like chocking with a piece of bread from the sandwich. His eyes were watering while he fought to get the piece out of his throat. He recovered after he spat all the food from his mouth and went to the bathroom because he suddenly felt sick and needed the toilet services after leaving the folded paper on top of other documents that were on his nightstand.

While Hunk was in the bathroom letting his body manifest, Lance entered his room looking for the documents that he had lent to Hunk earlier during the day. He recognized the documents as the ones on Hunk’s nightstand and as he heard the toilet flushing in Hunk’s bathroom, he shook his head and left before the bathroom’s door opened and those objected odors invaded his nostrils.

While Lance was in his own room, he put the document on the table because he was going to take a bath and then go to watch some porn blu ray with surrounding sound system. But the folded paper on top of the others caught his eyes so he unfolded it and when he did, a little piece of wet lettuce fell from it. Ewww! He frowned at that, but read the paper anyway, which said:

My love,

For a long time you have conquered my heart. I would like to tell you how I feel, but I’m afraid that you will run away from me. This is the only way I can tell you how much you mean to me. You are the love of my life and I will do anything for you. You are strong, brave and everything I need in my life. You calm the storms and give me piece. You are the light of my soul, you are everything.

“What the fuck!” Lance exclaimed. “Hunk? No fucking way!” Lance took the paper and went out of his room and while he was rushing through the castle corridors, he stumbled unto Keith who had some books and documents on his hands. Everything fell to the floor. Lance apologized and with the rushed distress the documents got all mixed up and Lance took a folded paper and went rushing to Hunk’s room. Hunk wasn’t in his room anymore because he had to go to Dr. Gorma; a note on his door stated that he had a rare case of diarrhea seemingly stressed related.

While Lance was heading back to his room obviously upset, Keith had reached his own room. Pidge was waiting for him at the door asking why had Keith called him earlier. Keith handed Pidge the folded document thinking that that was his assignment and told him: “This is yours Pidge, I made it specially for you…ok?”

Pidge took the document and said: “Ok boss”

“I wanted to go easy on you, but I think you’re ready for this one” smiled Keith touching Pidge’s shoulder.

Pidge said his good night and ran to his room. When he was in front of his door, he checked the document that Keith had made specially for him which said:

My love,

For a long time you have conquered my heart. I would like to tell you how I feel, but I’m afraid that you will run away from me. This is the only way I can tell you how much you mean to me. You are the love of my life and I will do anything for you. You are strong, brave and everything I need in my life. You calm the storms and give me piece. You are the light of my soul, you are everything.

Pidge’s glasses fell from his face while he said: “Nothing in this whole fucking planet will make me ready for this shit…” Slowly he entered his room, with a serious sudden attack of migraine.

THE END…?

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8 Responses to “The Missive”

  1. Hello, so I’ve been reading your stories, and re-reading some for a long time now. I’ve always wanted to post and tell you how wonderful I think your writing is. This story for instance, it had me in stitches. Literally. Ha ha… Sorry, bad joke… I’m currently in the hospital and they had to take out some of my stomach, but it is so nice to laugh.

    This story was so brilliantly executed! I can’t believe I’ve never read this one, so I would like to thank you! Oh and I saw my sister’s post… It’s true, I would not only enslave her barbies, but her She-Ra and Jem dolls. Catra was your favorite, as I used to pretend she was me!

    I really do hope you write another story soon, I’m going to get bored! Seriously though, a new story would be wonderful!
    I miss the Prince’s Diary, I hope it makes a resurgence with the new Voltron announcing your entrance, much to my glee!

    Thank you for all the hard work, for entertaining fans of Lotor like
    me , letting us see the good in the bad and the bad in the good. It’s not just fan fiction, it’s a reason for me, personally, to be happy. On behalf of us all, thank you for the brilliant writing and hard work!

    Best wishes,
    –Tidgey

    • Wow! Thank you so much for your words. They mean a lot to me. I haven’t written in a long time….years now. But I think I have a reason now to continue. Of course, I used to have more available time before and now I find myself with less time to dedicate to writing. But don’t worry; spring break and summer is approaching, I may do something for the faithful evil loving fans like yourself. I was re-reading “The Prince’s Diary” and it could’ve been much better written but I always want to achieve greatness, that’s why I will be ruthless with myself. But nevertheless, thank you so much and I really hope that you feel better soon. My thoughts for good health and blessings for you and yours.

      With love and still much evilness,
      Prince Lotor Sincline

      • With those words my prince, you have made me so happy!
        I cannot wait to read a new story from you, please do not be too ruthless upon yourself.
        You have a gift for putting words to parchment, beautifully woven into stories, that many would envy.

        Now with these words, I ask, write me a story?

        With love and love of your evilness,
        Tidgey

      • As soon as I make more time; I’ll come up with something or do you have an idea in mind?

  2. An idea myself? I haven’t the talent you do. If I wrote a story, it would be a tale of decadence, evil, with a hint of sweetness, touching on how fleeting life is, how you affect those you leave behind when you take your final bow. I’ve been thinking of that a lot lately. Most importantly, in my story, I would finally have you all to myself.

    I will wait patiently, for as long as needed. Thank you for your well wishes, it was wickedly kind.
    Stay evil, and brilliant!
    – Tidgey

  3. Of course, I meant to write this in my last reply. I wasn’t insisting on a story now, and the story I would write, well it wouldn’t necessarily be something you may write. And let’s face it every fan-girl of yours would love to have you, Prince Lotor Sincline, to themselves, if just once. You probably get pestered a lot in that way.
    I do thank you for the well wishes and I’m in the I.C. ward so me pondering life?
    Well I had a man across the hall from me , I would smile and wave at him, and he would smile and wave to me… Now he is gone.
    I never knew his name but it bothers me, it’s lonely now. How would it feel to have known this man intimately? Mayhaps, you could draw something from that notion.
    As for me having you, Lotor, to myself?
    Will probably never happen. =D

    Stay evil, brilliant, and be well. Please?
    -Tidgey

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