~Voltron Oneshots 2!~

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[This is a TW too bc there's also gross Lotor not fun things in here read at your own risk I will not be offended if you don't read! <3 -S]

Growing up, Lance never asked for much. He rarely spoke ill of his elders, like his nasally home room teacher that despised him so dearly in high school. He never asked to be in a sport because they were too expensive. He didn't ask for an allowance and didn't even think of his parents buying a car for him.

That was something that, reasonably, could never happen. He wasn't going to take that possibility away from his older brother or younger sister. Lance couldn't- no wouldn't dream of it. He had only really truly wanted one thing. Something he even dared to ask for, to pray for. His father had an old, beaten, telescope and the teen couldn't stay away. The stars spoke to him so much more fluently than confusing English. They knew him and he thought he knew them pretty well too.

It's unfathomable to realize that he doesn't know them at all. If he wasn't in the waves, paddling along like a seal, he was in the attic, talking to the specks in the sky. Entranced by each one, more mesmerizing than the last he'd seen them. The shining lights were so comforting, their patterns unable to escape his blue eyes. Who knew that his only ask would spiral into this mess.

It's almost unfathomable to believe he'd be okay with never seeing another star in his life. But he didn't think he'd ever be in space either, so the impossible does happen. Like when he asked to go to the Garrison. Sure, Marco mocked him and called him Space Cadet but that didn't stop Lance from crying when he was handed an application.

Most things were electronic, much like the ship now, oh how he misses paper. Graphite scratching against it, he can hardly remember the sensation.

"We'll figure things out. Your application fee is paid." His mother's soft voice coos in an echoey void.

"Keep your grades high and we won't have to pay anything!" His Dad notes, though it doesn't sound quite right.

"Beat that Takashi- whatever guy yeah?" Is this supposed to sound like Marco?

"The Paladin is alive!" Grates at his insides and the foggy faces of his family are swiftly carried away, into the grey. What's best described as a box tv powering on, his body comes to him. If you touch the old glass screen you feel a sort of fuzz and that's all Lance can feel. The green, grey, black static that turns on and wobbles until you've connected something to it.

That static gnaws at his brain and lathers itself in his bones. Even if he were moving, which he doubts he even can. There's no way that he could sense the world around him. It's like he's been wiped of everything that makes him, well human. Just a small speck in a void of ever changing electricity, unable to get rid of that tiny ring under the static.

His eyesight returns to him first, seeing only darkness with little specks of light should alarm him. Why does he feel so calm? At peace? "Should we report this to the Emperor? I'm sure he and his witch will-" the voice is cut off and something thuds off to my side. Another sounds on my right and Black fills my vision. Black and white with just a hint of blue.

He doesn't speak, but a shaky hand reaches out. "Holy shit. Holy shit oh- my- you're- you're safe- I've-I've got you-" their voice is familiar as new words blend together and wrap the static in a warm embrace. They feel like safety- the brunette decides, before letting the static pull him backward. The safety of blanket forts with his not-siblings, he can't tell if they actually look like that. Running home after meeting someone special to him, that person was truly home in the desolate void of black and twinkling white. Just thinking of them brought warmth to his chest all the way through his toes.