Voltron oneshots

Lance

Again, I am all ears. If you ever need to vent: i am here!
I tried to make this short and sweet, as if anything, one needs comfort. If this is your situation, again, I'm all ears. I'm sorry, the story is a bit short. You can always request a sequel or something.

"So... that was your life?" Lance asked, as you both lay in bed late at night. What had started off as pillow talk had ended with you explaining why you weren't so keen on coming back to what you had left.
"I mean, my family didn't really care for me," You mumble, "But at least I had some."
"Well, I'd rather have none then go through the emotional abuse." He turned to look at you, "You're so strong."
You felt the tears well up. Frankly, you were sick of being strong. Being strong for your grades, being strong to get into a good school, being strong to shoulder the abuse, being strong to live by without the emotional support needed. You were sick of this weight on your shoulder. You felt the tears fall slowly before laughing dryly and saying, "Sometimes, that's the worst thing to be."
Lance said nothing as he encircled you in his arms, pushing your head into his chest. You felt the calm beat of his heartbeat, and his voice renovated inside of you when he said, "Well, you don't have to be strong anymore. I'm here for you."
Suddenly, the tears started falling like a dam. "No one... no one has ever told me that before." You blubbered out to him, "Thank you."
"Trust me," Lance said, "I may not have been there to shoulder the weight of your past, but I'll be here for every bit of your future."
You smiled as you buried your face further into his chest, letting the tears fall freely.
It was a good cry, one that left you feeling nice and warm inside. It left you feeling content and happy. "Thank you, Lance. For...everything."
You could feel Lance's heart rate pick up as he replied, "There isn't nothing I wouldn't do to help you
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