A Voltron groupchat fanfic. Has a slight loose plot to it and chunks of actual story text in-between the chat logs.
Just a funny and easy fanfiction; acts as a distresser. (NOT a crack fanfic though.)
Sir Lancelot = Lance
Red PowerRanger = Keith
Space Dad = Shiro
smol pigeon = Pidge
Mr. Roundglasses = Matt
The chef = Hunk
Not your princess = Allura
Coconut Coran = Coran
chocolate rolo = Rolo
where are my beads = Nyma
We will rock you = Shay
Space Dad made Chatroom: Time tO GO
Space Dad added Sir Lancelot, Red PowerRanger, Mr. Roundglasses, smol pigeon, and The chefto the chat.
Space Dad: Hello everyone, get ready. We need to go.
Sir Lancelot: I take great pride in the fact Shior added me first b4 his own bf
Red PowerRanger: shut up
Red PowerRanger: also, Shior? Really?
Sir Lancelot: SHUP UP
Sir Lancelot: IT WAS A MISTAKE
smol pigeon: Lance you're a mistake.
Sir Lancelot: Ouch. Thats hurts bae
Sir Lancelot: ...
Sir Lancelot: a PECK ON THE CHEEK DOSENT CUT IY
smol pigeon: Have you ever heard of autocorrect?
smol pigeon: Wow Lance you're such a capitalist.
The chef: #exposed
Red PowerRanger: #thetruthisout
smol pigeon: #iknewit
Space Dad: Guys, knock it off.
Space Dad: Matt, you there buddy?
Mr. Roundglasses: you seriously are space dad.
Mr. Roundglasses: wOULD YOU TWO STOP KISSING I'M RIGHT IN FRONT OF UOU.
smol pigeon: u just mad 'cuz u single
smol pigeon: a single pingel
The chef: a very single pingel
Red PowerRanger: not ready too mingle.
Sir Lancelot: ilmao
Mr. Roundglasses: Hunk you're not one to talk. YOU CAN'T EVEN ASK SHAY OUT.
The chef: IT'S HARDER THAN IT LOOKS!
The chef: I get nervous ok?
smol pigeon: Matt's the epitome of nervous; I think he knows what you mean.
Mr. Roundglasses: Sis, you wound me.
Red PowerRanger: #burned
The chef: #getrektson
Space Dad: alright that's enough
Space Dad: Me and Keith are already done packing, I'm at his place right now.
Space Dad: Lance you're at Matt's and Katie's place; when do you think you guys are going to be dove?
Sir Lancelot: dove?
Space Dad: :(
Sir Lancelot: kk
smol pigeon: Give us 20 mins.
The chef: what about me?
The chef: btw I'm already done
Space Dad: I was getting to you. ^^;
Space Dad: That's great! We'll be there in 20 minutes, we'll get the others in 30.
Red PowerRanger: Alright them it's settled.
Mr. Roundglasses: hey wait
Mr. Roundglasses: are you sure we're all gonna fit in there?
Space Dad: ...
Red PowerRanger: If there's not enough room we can always put Lance on the roof.
Sir Lancelot: HEY
smol pigeon: Don't worry Lance. We're not going to do that.
Sir Lancelot: Awww, see someone cares about me.
smol pigeon: We'll put you in the trunk.
Sir Lancelot: ...
Sir Lancelot: I'm breaking up w/ u
smol pigeon: wait what?
smol pigeon: no
smol pigeon: Matt, Lance is leaving me.
Mr. Roundglasses: well shit
Space Dad: Nobody's going in my trunk or on my roof.
Space Dad: I forbid it.
Space Dad: Matt my van has 8 seats. I think we're covered.
Mr. Roundglasses: but what if we run out of room for our stuff.
The chef: Matt clam down
The chef: we got 2 extra seats for that.
Red PowerRanger: Can we leave? We have to get there in 2 hours.
Space Dad: yeah
Space Dad: We should get going. Alright we're off! Hold my phone baby. 3
Red PowerRanger: k 3
smol pigeon: awww
The chef: Awww!
Mr. Roundglasses: Awww.
Sir Lancelot: Eh.
The chef: wow XD
smol pigeon: #rude
smol pigeon: Why can't you appreciate the gay, Lance?
Sir Lancelot: I don't mind it, I'm just trying ta get bi.
Red PowerRanger: That was a shitty pun and stop it with the Awwws.
Red PowerRanger: THAT's SPA M
Sir Lancelot: Whoa, clam down there Mullet.
Sir Lancelot: also
Sir Lancelot: wtf aren't you in a car and I'll have you know that my puns are fantastic
Sir Lancelot: fite me
Sir Lancelot: (ง'̀-'́)ง
Red PowerRanger: First off, I'm not driving. Shiro is.
Sir Lancelot: lol
Sir Lancelot: He won't even let his own boyfriend drive Black, that's cold.
Red PowerRanger: Shut up.
Mr. Roundglasses: To be fair Lance, he wouldn't even let me, his best friend, drive Black so Keith didn't really have a chance.
smol pigeon: lol it's true
smol pigeon: I remember Matt complaining to me about how Shiro wouldn't let him drive his car when I was younger.
Red PowerRanger: Lance that emoticon was to cute to fight.
Red PowerRanger: it makes you sound like a 12 year old.
Red PowerRanger: BTW Hunk we're outside ur house.
The chef: yeah I can her you guys
The chef: Later!
Red PowerRanger: Great.
Red PowerRanger has left the Chatroom.
The chef has left the Chatroom.
Hunk tapped on the dull red 'Leave Chatroom?' button on his phone. The app booted him from the chat and returned to the past logs screen. He exited out of the application and pocked the device. Looking outside his window he easily spotted the black van rolling into his empty driveway. On any other given day this would be worrisome, if not creepy. But the painted multi-colored wings on either side of the vehicle told him that it was indeed Shiro's car. He remembered Shiro doing so to appear less like a 'free candy' van and more like an 'I'm just a college student, your kids are safe'.
Knock
Knock
Knock
Oh, they're here. "I'm coming!" he called. Grabbing his luggage he reached over, unlocked the door, and gently opened it "'Sup Keith." he greeted his friend.
"Uhhhh...the sky?" Uncertainty laced his voice as he answered. Why did everyone keep asking that? It was weird. Couldn't they just look up? "Anyway...do you have any other bags?"
"Nope! Just this one. I'll carry it." Hunk lifted his bag over head to prove his point and walked out the doorway after Keith. Setting his stuff down he pulled out his keys and locked the door of his mother's home. Yeah, he still lived with his mom. What could he say? He was a mama's boy and their home was pretty close to the college. He placed his luggage into the back of Shiro's van while Keith slipped back into the passenger seat. Hunk sat in the middle row to the right, behind Keith. "I can't believe we're actually going on three day road-trip. I still remember the look on Lance's face when I told him that."
"Me neither, this was kinda all planned last minute and it's for a week. Not three days." Shiro corrected him and pulled out of the driveway and off onto the street; taking a few turns to get back onto the main-road.
Time to head out for the others.
Lance zipped up the large blue suitcase in front of him. Phweee! He was finally done. Thank God. He reached down to garb his medium-sized messenger bag containing his more personal-everyday items. Looking in the direction of the Holt siblings he saw them scuttle around and about, packing up toiletries and hair ties, and stuff like that. Lance was excited, heck, ecstatic even. Not only was he going on a road-trip with his friends and girlfriend, but it was a week-long one at that. Sure this was more-or-less planed last minute. As this came up 2 days ago, but imagine all the shit they could do. Pretty sweet way to spend part of their break if you ask him.
"You finished already?" Matt peered curiously over Lance's shoulder, his arm holding reading material for the car ride. The older one chuckled, a goofy smile plastered on his face. "You're faster than us." Lance opened his mouth to respond but before he could a car honked it's horn outside the house. "Oh, fuck!" Katie cursed. She wasn't done, almost though but not quite there yet.
"Katie! Language!"
Lance could help a laugh escape his lips. Ah, siblings banter. It kinda reminded him of his brothers and sisters back home. But now's not the time to think about that. They gotta go.
