Voltron AUs

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"You all have your lists right?" Shiro asks as him and four others step into the store.
"Got mine right here!" Lance yells, victoriously holding up a crumpled piece of paper.
"We can either spend 3 hours here or 30 minutes. It all depends on your efficiency," Shiro continues, grabbing a shopping basket from the stack.
"You four should pair up, split the work," he suggests.
"I got Hunk," Pidge calls, as Hunk unsticks a cart from the row.
"What!? I wanted Hunk!" Lance huffs.
"Sorry Lance," Pidge laughs.
"Hunk probably knows where all the ingredients are already. I just want to get my part done."

Lance continues pouting.
"I don't want to be with Keith!" he whines.
"Think about how I feel," Keith mutters.
"Hey! Shiro!" Lance cries, turning to him.
"Knock it off you two," Shiro distractedly orders, studying the store's weekly ad. Maybe there were some good deals going on.

Lance huffs, armed crossed. Keith raises an eyebrow, and turns away, his usual frown displayed on his face.
"Why don't we make it a game?" Hunk pipes up.
"A game?" Keith rolls his eyes.
"Yeah. Whoever collects all their ingredients first wins," Hunk explains.
"Oh. You mean a competition." Hunk'a proposal had sparked Keith's interest.
"Well, in that case, you are so on," Keith smirks, "What are the rules?"
"Gather all your ingredients before the other team. You have to stay together, no running off alone. And it's simple as that, dude," Hunk states.
"Well whatever gets you guys moving," Shiro murmurs.

"Keith, hurry up!" Lance whines, waving him over to the shopping cart he had acquired.
"Shiro! Do the countdown!" Pidge yells.
Shiro holds the bridge of his nose between his fingers, and sighs. Why was he stuck with these teenagers? Cause his nephew Keith needed a ride, and his three buddies did too.

"Alright alright, keep it down for crying our loud. Sheesh..On your marks..."
The two teams stand side by side, carts held in front.
"Get set..."
The four teenagers lean forward, preparing to launch themselves.
"Go!"
Tires squeak as the carts are shot forward.
"First thing on the list?!" Lance screams.
"Where do I need to go Pidge!?" Hunk shouts.
"Soda! But that's in the back! So let's go first for cereal bars!" Keith strategizes, the crumpled list clenched in his hands.
"We need oranges! Produce section, now!" Pidge orders.

"Hope you're ready to lose, Hunk! Then you'll see how you should've been with me!" Lance boasts.
"Dude, I practically live here! I know the place like the back of my hand!" Hunk counters.
"Get ready to get rekt McClain!" Pidge taunts.
"Turn left! Now!" Keith directs.
Lance jerks the cart left, and it almost flips over, but steadies. Hunk and Pidge turn the opposite way, on the way to get their materials.

The duo run down the aisle, and screech to a stop. Lance grabs the desired cereal bars and tosses it in the cart.
"Now soda! That's six aisles down! Go go go Lance!" Keith screams.
"On it!"
They run down the aisle and turn left, and charge to the drink aisle.
Keith runs ahead and grabs a couple of liters, throwing them into the cart, ignoring the fizzing bubbles.
"Where now?!" Lance yells.
"All we need is sugar! It's to the right!"
Lance nods, and sets off in that direction.
The purple team come to a halt, when they see what's blocking their entrance into the aisle.
"Well well well, look who we have here," Lance jeers.
"How many more things you guys need?" Pidge questions, raising an eyebrow.
"This is the last one," Keith reveals.
"I see. This is our last item too."

The store's noises fade out. The four stare at each other, daring the opposite team to make the first move. Hunk tightens his headband. Lance rolls up his sleeves.

Shiro comes up behind Hunk, basket hooked onto his prosthetic arm.
"Oh, there you all are. Are you rea-"

"Pidge! Now!"
Faster than lightning Pidge jumps into the cart, and once in Hunk storms down the aisle.
"What?! That's not fair! Keith, get in!"
Without hesitation Keith jumps in, and before he can sit down, Lance begins running.
"Oh no you don't!" Lance screams at the two.
"I smell victory!" Pidge brags, holding onto the edges of the cart.
"Not if I can help it!" Lance retorts, pushing himself to speed up. Keith just screams, fear in his eyes. He did not want to end up crashing into the shelves, sending the pounds of bakery items tumbling down on him.

"-dy to leave," Shiro finishes.
A nearby lady with white hair neatly tucked into a bun shrieks.
"What do you all think you're doing?! Are these your kids?" She furiously asks, turning to Shiro.
"No. But I am responsible for them for today," Shiro explains.
"Sorry for the annoyance ma'am, I-"

CRASH!

Shiro looks up just in time to see a lone cart rolling away with its ingredients. Pidge is laying on the floor, with Keith hanging out a cart, pushing her down. Hunk is holding Lance's face back with his left arm, and victoriously holding the bottle of vanilla in his right.
"Hunk! Give it! You have to put it in your cart to win!" Lance shrieks, flailing his arms, trying to snatch the bottle away.
"Nope. You just have to get all the ingredients. With the ones in the cart and this one, we win!" Hunk smiles.
"Ha! I knew we'd be the victorious ones! Suck it you two!" Pidge shouts from the floor.
"Shut up pipsqueak!" Keith growls, further pressing his weight on her, salty at his loss.
"This is nothing! Victory clouds my pain!" She wheezes.

Shiro groans, and face palms. Could they have not embarrassed me today?The mystery lady looks at the squabble of teens, and disgust floods her face.
"What a disrespectful gang of teenagers," she hisses, and saunters away.

Shiro sighs, and goes over to the group, intent on breaking them up.
"Alright, alright!" He shouts, seeing their squabbling.
"Lance, Keith, where's your last ingredient?" He asks.
"Where ever she threw it," Keith growls, leaning on Pidge.
Pidge sticks out her tongue, and continues trying to wiggle out of Keith's grip.
"Well, seeing that Hunk and Pidge did collect all their ingredients before Lance and Keith, I here by declare them the winners!" Shiro exclaims with fake enthusiasm.
"Yes!" Hunk fist pumps with his left, which sends Lance stumbling forward.
"Ha ha!" Pidge yells, and squeezes out from under Keith, causing him to completely fall out.
"Ow! What the fuck!? Come here you little rascal!" Keith screams, chasing Pidge down the aisle.

Shiro looks over at Lance, who's muttering and collecting his last ingredient, and Hunk who's dancing over to his cart.
When would I ever have a normal day with these four?