The Soul of Voltron| A Voltron x Reader | TEMPORARY HIATUS

Voltron Becomes a Mental Support Group

I wake up to the sound of alarms blaring and Allura screaming, "Everybody up! Zarkon's attacking! The castle is about to be destroyed! Go, go, go! We need Voltron now!" I jump, startled, and fall out of bed. I push myself to my feet and dash out of my room. Thank goodness Allura assigned bedrooms for us. Otherwise, I'd have to sleep on the floor again. Trust me, in a castle similar to this one, it's not comfy at all.

"Hurry! We can't survive much longer!"

I speed down the halls, finding my way to the control room. Coran replaces Allura on the PA. "Oh, no! Allura is dead! Aw, it's horrible! Her head fell off!" Well, that's kinda hard to believe. "Wait, what? Her severed head is trying to speak to me! What is it, Allura's head? What are your final words?" I burst into the control room to the sight of Coran on his knees on the floor, sobbing his eyes out. Allura cringes. The others join in the control room soon after.

"Coran," the princess says, trying to get the engineer's attention.

"Oh, yes, Princess, I'm listening," Coran whimpers, fake tears pouring down the sides of his face like water faucets.

"It's over." Allura slumps a little as Coran melodramatically rambles on. I clear my throat loudly and cross my arms.

"Time!" he hollers.

"I guess this isn't an actual attack," Shiro figures. He wears his paladin armour, and it shimmers in the light. I blush, realizing I'm staring.

"And it's a good thing it wasn't because you took-Coran?" Allura looks to the Moustache Man.

"Seventy-five degrees," he replies, peering at the device in his hand. "Oh, sorry. No, this is a meat thermometer."

I facepalm, the sound of my hand smacking my face ringing out loud and clear.

"However long it was, it was too long," Allura chastises. "You must always be ready to do battle with Zarkon. Look at you! Only Shiro is in uniform! Keith, Pidge, Hunk, where are your bayards? (Y/N), where in the world are your pants?!" Everyone turns to me, and Shiro and Keith tinge pink, realizing that I am wearing no pants.

"Simple answer, Princess: Pants are non-essential. It is officially No-Pants day!" I laugh. "I don't sleep in pants. They're restrictive and uncomfortable when I sprawl out on the bed."

"I guess that's a reasonable answer," Allura says haltingly. "But where's Lance?"

As if on cue, Lance walks through the door, wearing a robe and blue cat slippers, drink in hand. "Good morning, everybody, what's going on?"

Allura glares at him heatedly. "Coran and I have been up for hours trying to get the castle back in order. We had to run a test on the alarms, and we decided to test you as well. Guess which one failed?"

Hunk yawns. "Hey, you got to sleep for 10,000 years, man." He counts off on his fingers. "Monday night, I was on Earth. Now, I've flown through space, fought an evil alien named Zarkon, eaten goo in some weird castle. That's a lot to process in..." Hunk trails off, trying to remember what his internal calendar would say. "I-I don't know. What day is today?"

"It's the third quintant of the Spicolian movement," Coran explains. "Hump day!"

"Wednesday," I clarify, "for those of us too dumb to know."

"It's a lot to process," Hunk says.

"You must understand the stakes of our mission." Allura opens the holographic Treasure Planet map."Over the last 10,000 years, the castle picked up distress signals from the following locations." The planets in question change from a blue glow to a red hue. The aspect ratio makes me feel sick to my heart.