Euphony (Voltron x Reader) DISCONTINUED.

25. Worries

"Possibly life-threatening in what way, Allura?" Lance had stepped away from (Y/N), confusion and fear coating his words.

"Life threatening in a sense that if they do it again, they will be an entirely new person. Not the (Y/N) you know." She glares at Lance.

(Y/N) shook their head in disbelief, "But I couldn't even control it. It's like my own lion called me back to it."

"Yes, your lion was the most unpredictable ones my father created along with Keith's. He added such qualities to go hand in hand with the paladin who currently piloted that lion. He thought unpredictable could understand unpredictable. Seems as though he was wrong."

(Y/N) folded their arms and scoffed, "What's that supposed to-"

Hunk had placed a hand over their mouth, muffling their angered words. "So what you're saying is that, if they... teleport... again... (Y/N) won't be the same person? Like, ever?"

"That is correct."

"Okay, well, that's simple. They just need to not teleport." Hunk agreed.

"I'm sure it's not that easy. It can't be." Keith added.

"He's right," Allura nodded, "It's quite uncontrollable. However, there is a way to know when it will possibly happen."

Everyone had stood idly by, waiting for Allura to continue. "You see, when your lion is trying to call you back, the experience it quite discomforting. Your head will ache, your vision will blur, blood may spew from some certain... crevices," Everyone groaned in slight disgust, "Your entire being is being stripped cell by cell to be relocated."

(Y/N) had gently ripped Hunk's hand from their mouth. "Wait, so is that why I've had those weird, extremely painful shut downs? Like when we were first coming in Lance's lion?"

"Most likely. That was your lion trying to call you to it's location. For a strange reason, it seemed to already have a connection to you."

(Y/N) chuckled before turning a heel, rubbing their temple. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. It's one thing after another..."

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"(Y/N)? I'm home! I need help with my essay! My teacher assigns these frickin' things almost every week! She acts like I don't have a life to live-" Vivian had known that (Y/N) was somewhat decent at writing, especially when it came fluffing up the wording to add some extra pizzazz. She remembers the one time where she asked (Y/N) to help her describe her favorite song for an 'All About Me!' project. (Y/N) shrugged and quickly blurted "I dunno, er, maybe 'euphony'? Mom taught it to me." Vivian simply took (Y/N)'s word and simply jotted it down. When asked to present her project, Vivian had used the word her sibling recommended. The teacher was greatly impressed at Vivian's vernaculars, and used her as a model student for the rest of the month. She still pats herself on the back for that good call. "I mean, I don't. But still. The nerve."

She haphazardly placed her belongings near the piano, which had caused all the sheets of music to fly off the top of seat. "Oh shit..!"

She froze in her spot for a second, a small smile creeping on her face. She held in a laugh, for when her sibling would jokingly scold her for letting a curse slip her tongue. However, she waited for something that would strangely never arrive. A slight eerie feeling felt its way up her spine.

"(Y/N)...?" She waited, "Mom said you were supposed to be home." She murmured

It seemed as if Vivian was left all alone, her abode left all to herself. She shrugged, shuffling towards the kitchen. 'I guess no one's home.' Vivian had picked a piece of cereal that had been left on the counter from this morning's rush, and threw it in her mouth.